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HE trains that bear us o'er the road 'twixt stations on the way Have cars for all the traveling crowd at any time of day; There is a place to chew and smoke and stories tell beside, Where, of the road the " knights " are found--there they are pleased to ride. There's a coach for another class of persons in this car Who would escape the elements that sweeter fancies mar: Here masses as a rule we find, who local trips pursue, And here you see me as I am and I may study you. The seats upholstered very nice and easy as can be, And fine French plate, a charming glass, through which the folks may see The many sights which come and go in sunshine and in rain, That help so to make it cosy all and pleasant on the train. Another car of higher grade, in which we now will look. Where double-windows keep the dust from falling on your book; Where sleeping-berths are nice and clean, and too the aisles are wide, And drawing-rooms so rich and sweet and all you wish beside. This coach is what the masses call the real palace car, And usually the ones therein are ticketed afar; It is a pleasure here to ride, as smoothly as a boat With scarce a jar, one might believe he really were afloat. This car remote from smoke and dust, with cleanliness in store, Commands a little higher price--yes, costs a few cents more-- But what one gets in all that's nice, in good commercial ways, Is "to my notion" doubly worth the extra which he pays. We are allowed, it seems to me, the car we love the best; The time perhaps may be the same, in going East or West, But if you have a trip to make, "behaving as one should," In my opinion you will find the best is none too good. |