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For several days the two continued their leisurely way toward Kansas City Once they rode a few ht train, but for thethe dusty highways Billy continued to "rustle grub," while Bridge relieved the monotony by an occasional burst of poetry

"You know soby their ca, "that I'd think you'd be able to e; "but there always seeet under your belt-- the divine afflatus is not there I ht, but I always end up where I didn't expect to go, and where nobody wants to be"

"'Member any of it?" asked Billy

"There was one I wrote about a lake where I cae, reminiscently; "but I can only recall one stanza"

"Let's have it," urged Billy "I bet it has Knibbs hangin' to the ropes"

Bridge cleared his throat, and recited: Silver are the ripples, Solemn are the dunes, Happy are the fishes, For they are full of prunes

He looked up at Billy, a s at the corners of his mouth "How's that?" he asked

Billy scratched his head

"It's all right but the last line," said Billy, candidly "There is soe, "there is"

"I guess Knibbs is safe for another round at least," said Billy

Bridge was eying his cohty forearht cotton shirt could not conceal

"It is none of eneral appearance, from bits of idiom you occasionally drop, and froht we met I should rather surmise that at some time or other you had been less than a thousand ht once," admitted Billy

It was the day before they were due to arrive in Kansas City that Billy earned a hand-out fro soave Billy rapped in an old copy of the Kansas City Star When Billy reached cae, who, in addition to his honorable post as poet laureate, was also cook Then Billy walked down to the strearime and sweat of honest toil from his hands and face