From The Birmingham Age-Herald, January 26, 1913. Bill Wanders was smoking And thusly he spake: The high cost of living Ne’er keeps me awake, I travel wherever It suits me to go— Far south when the blizzards Of winter time blow, Then north in the summer, To ‘scape from the heat. I sleep when it pleases, I’ve plenty to eat. I never pay money For riding on trains, A fight with the brakeman The worst of my pains. No hotel clerk flaunts me, No head waiter frowns, I tarry quite cheaply In dozens of towns. ’Tis true that my garments Aren’t always well pressed; It frequently happens I’m carelessly dressed. And needing a bath and A shave, maybe, too. But granted these hardships, My troubles are few. O glad is the life of A knight of the road, Though little respected At home or abroad. Let socialists rave and Economists fight, Bill Wanders will tell you This world is all right!