Come you, cartoonists, br Hang on a strap with me here br At seven o’clock in the morning br On a Halsted street car. br br Take your pencils br And draw these faces. br br Try with your pencils for these crooked faces, br That pig-sticker in one corner—his mouth— br That overall factory girl—her loose cheeks. br br Find for your pencils br A way to mark your memory br Of tired empty faces. br br After their night’s sleep, br In the moist dawn br And cool daybreak, br Faces br Tired of wishes, br Empty of dreams.