At this late hour a wagon has been procured, and I have had it filled with plate and the most valuable portable articles, belonging to the house.
Or in the early days we didn't have the bus, we had a station wagon.
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.
A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.
Here's to five miserable months on the wagon and the irreparable harm that it's caused me.
If you do not believe in co-operation, look what happens to a wagon that loses a wheel.
When our wagon gets stuck in the mud, God is much more likely to assist the man who gets out to push than the man who merely raises his voice in prayer—no matter how eloquent the oration.
Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!
I've gone on the wagon, but my body doesn't believe it.
A man without mirth is like wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it turns.
My very first job was selling pop off the back of a wagon. Then I went to work in a timber yard to save up for my bass amp and joined The Smiths.
