The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-23
TAME AUTOMOBILE
 GETS SPEED MANIA
And Besides Covering lis Owner With Con usiOns, Involves Him in Litiga-
 ton That May Cost Heavy Damages

Greenwich. March 23.-Because he feared the temper of the gaudy go-dev- ills that are advertised in the back
 pages of the magazines, Shadrach Au- gustus Brush, of East Stanwich, sup
 piled himself with what was represent
 ed to him to be the oldest. mildest, sanest. sweetest dispositioned auto
 mobile in all Connecticut, and yet MT. Brush is today marked up like a chow der party target.
 Not only is MT. Brush covered with contusions, but he is involved in lit igation and may have to pay B. G.. Wells, a neighbor, damages for des-
 the town and ruining the impressive
 ness of the most resplendent coachman
 in this section of New England. Automobile agents are as common in
 ticut mosquitoes in the Hackensack
 meadowlands, and one of these was
 to tease him every time a motor car
 went dashing past the farm.
 They'll do the next ten miles along
 that level stretch of road in about thir- mark and MT. Brush would say Gosh reverently and respectfully.
 At last the agent got him.
 ''I don't want one of those sky rocket things said Mr. Brush T just want a tame. placid aged auto mobile; one to kinder practice in. Af- skallyhooters.'
 So the agent got MT. Brush a tame automobile. It was a single cylinder. sixteen candle power automobile ap- parently built back in the days when the f'horseless carriage followed the steam piano in the circus parade and cut below the baby elephant and the white, double horned rhinocerous. It was procured by the agent from re- putable dealer in antiques.
 There was nothing about the ma chine to worry MT. Brush. By giving up his morninos to it, MT. Brush could get it started easily, and the assidu- ous attentions of the hired man, who ran along quite hurriedly, frequently tearing up the road at the rate of mile an hour. It panted distressingly tical1y on its hind wheels and begging for gasoline by holding up it's front wheels but these were regarded as ec- centricities that endeared it to MT. Brush.
 ''It certainly can never run away" said MT. Brush.
 Yesterday afternoon the Brush auto mobile coughed it's way apologetical- ly to the top of the long hill on Green wich avenue, and then loped over the crest and started down the three-quar- ters of a mile of brick paved coasters paradise.
 It was sheer perversity, of course. What else could have brought about such a combination. Nothing but gravity could ever get that car out of anything but a chi1d's walk, but gray ity sent the ancient of ancients among hurtling down that hill like a shooting star.
 Of course there were no brakes on a ear like that. Likewise MT. Brush had learned nothing of the art of steer ing car under headway. He had never had occasion to steer that trav- elIing highboy before.
 At the end of the first hundred yards l Mr. Brush was well up to the record. | At the end of the furlong he. had pass I ed out of the racing motor cars class and could have been timed only by 8 l ballistic expert engaged in registering l muzz1e velocity at Sandy Hook. Just | in front of MT. Brush Ioomed up the l carriage of MT. Wells, with Martin, | the coachman, in a handsome new l livery, stiffly and pompously erect on the box and Mrs. Wells sister Hstless- ! Iy enjoying the landscape from within 1 the carriage.