The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor by  Richard Biddle Irwin

I says to her, “Fare, please!” out loud like that, But she pipes, “Fade, Bill, fade! you pinched my fare.” That get-back tripped your Oswald to the mat, and yet I yelled, “Cough up here, Golden Hair!” Eh, what? I got the zing from Pansy’s orb Which says, “Dry out now, Shorty, – please absorb!”. This is a reproduction of a book. We believe this work is culturally important, and have elected to bring it back into print. We appreciate your understanding and hope you enjoy this valuable book.