Ix a small town in the Wild West there was great excitement. A wire had fallen across the main street and all trafüc was consequently at a stand-still. No one dared to rouen it in case it should be a "live" wire.
The editor of the local paper heard of the commotion.
"Send down two reporters," he telephoned.to the news-room. "One to touch the wire and the other to write up the story."
Bus Doggerel Tue Express "C,"
Is a fickle she And only goes when she wants to. She coughs and blows, Her windows won't close Her gears to grind are apt to.
The rain sceps in Through the ventilator rim, The wind strikes ken as a knife too.
Fingers and toes They suffer great woes.
The passengers walk when they have —"Better Late Than Never."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.