Volume 10 — WHAT LACK WE YET?
Reading edition
BY ROBERT J. BURDETTE
When Washington was president He was a mortal icicle; He never on a railroad went, And never rode a bicycle. He read by no electric lamp, Ne'er heard about the Yellowstone; He never licked a postage stamp, And never saw a telephone. His trousers ended at his knees; By wire he could not snatch dispatch; He filled his lamp with whale-oil grease, And never had a match to scratch. But in these days it's come to pass, All work is with such dashing done, We've all these things, but then, alas— We seem to have no Washington!