Small Home Gazette, Summer 2020
The People’s Automobile
With clang of gong and happy song,
And laughter backward trailing,
The trolley fleet o’er city’s street
And country road goes sailing.
Yo ho! Hurray! It speeds away,
The Auto of the Masses!
The humblest hand in all the land
May stop it as it passes.
No tires to pump, no bolts to thump,
No monkey wrench to vex us.
No breaking down eight miles from town,
No wicked nail that wrecks us.
Yo ho! Hurray! Away, away!
None dares to call you fickle,
For rich and poor you’re swift and sure,
Dear Auto, for a Nickel!
Through country glades your lovely maids
Will soon be gaily speeding,
And not a maid will feel afraid
Of cows that “moo!” while feeding;
The horrid cow that braves her now
Will graze yon lofty steeple.
Clang, clang! Hurray! For naught can stay
The Auto of the People!
– Earle Hooker Eaton
