'Tales of London's days as a hobo. Confession
There is a woman in the state of Nevada to whom I once lied continuously, consistently, and shamelessly, for the matter of a couple of hours. I don't want to apologize to her. Far be it from me. But I do want to explain. Unfortunately, I do not know her name, much less her present address. If her eyes should chance upon these lines, I hope she will write to me.
It was in Reno, Nevada, in the summer of 1892. Also, it was fair-time, and the town was filled with petty crooks and tin-horns, to say nothing of a vast and hungry horde of hoboes. It was the hungry hoboes that made the town a ''hungry'' town. They ''battered'' the back doors of the homes of the citizens until the back doors became unresponsive.'
- The Road
- Holding Her Down
- The Pen
- Hoboes That Pass in the Night
- Road-Kids and Gay-Cats
- Two Thousand Stiffs