And then my Luncheon-Kit, and Hamper, swell

And then my Luncheon-Kit, and Hamper, swell, Robbed me of Many a Hard-Earned Dollar! Well, I often wonder what the Dealers buy One-half so Easy as the Folks they Sell.

Myself when Young, did eagerly frequent Garage and Club, and heard Great Argument About it and about,—yet evermore Came out more Addled than when in I went.

Indeed, with my big Car I’ve run so long It seems to me there’s Always something Wrong; Faulty Ignition, or a Blown Out Shoe, Or maybe the Compression is too Strong.

Then to the Laughing Face that lurks behind The Veil, I lifted up mine Eyes to find Two pouting Lips, demurely murmuring, “I don’t see why you Ever bought This Kind!”