...The Open Road...
White and straight is the road that runs Over the blue ‘hills far away. Over the -hills where the sun rides up In golden glory at break of day. The Open Road with its lure of mules, That call and beckon the traveller on, Like siren voices in Southerit Seas; Haste, oh haste, ere the day be. gone. Haste to the lure of "far beyond," Rich in its promise of things unscett, Mountain and river, dale and glen, ‘Open moorland and rushing stream. Hark to the voice of the Open Road; Murmur of winds on the tree-clad hiil; I’hisper of leaves and song of birds, Distant music of flowing rill. Hearken! and answer the magic call, Gossamer veils the distant bourne. Who can resist the wide appeal: Of the Open Road on a summer morn! -Hubert Turner, in "The M orris Ozner."
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Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 33, 28 February 1930, Page 30
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145...The Open Road... Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 33, 28 February 1930, Page 30
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