|The hobo paused before my door
And begged a bite to eat;
His cap was on wrong side before,
His shoes o'erflowed with feet.
"Whence all this misery?" I cried,
"Why dost thou hit the pike?"
He said "My goose is cut and dried,
Our union's on a strike."
"And what's your business, gentle sir?"
His answer made me laugh.
Quoth he, "I am a lineman for
A wireless telegraph."
Verdigris Valley Verse
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)