The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1913-09-04
GOING SOME
Society Girl Tells of A Swift
Ride In an Automobile

Jessie Benn in Sioux City Journal:
Don't 60 wei ten per- shouted the
man wearing the white badge to the
dusty driver at the wheel. "We don't
want the track spoiled"
This last remark was made with a
we'll defined wink not intended for
me to see. although it was directed
my way. The wink said clearly,
Don't scare the poor girl"
The car was Mason special No. Z,
with which R~ickenbacher broke the
speedway record Monday. Billy
Chandler was ut the wheel and ii fool
ish girl looking foi a thrill was sitting
light il the m~echanicisn's seat. Any
way, l was in the seat most of the
time, inasmuch as there were few
bumps ON the well oiled course.
"All right" Mr.. Chandler said,
turning to me, I'VE will ride around
a couple of laps at about fifteen miles
just to satisfy them. Then I'll give
you n regular ride"
We did that thing. | saw all the
scenery of two miles there was to see
and got myself located. First along
the course there was a long fence next
to the road, &C that people who want
to see the races will have to buy
tickets. The next landmark was a
water wagon with the word danger
carved in one end. AT the next turn a
red barn and some yellow hay stacks
doomed up; then there was nothing but
yellow daisies until we got to the
grandstand and past to where a little
bunch of early speed bugs had gath
cred.
Then we commenced to go faster.
A little boy riding a bicycle around
the course fell of to watch us as we
passed by. Each time we passed him
he grew more indistinct. Then we
commenced to whiz. The engine was
pounding, desfening us. The air
seemed to throw into nv face and
make wrinkles. just like the waves the
wind makes on the lake.
The road spattered chunks of sand
in my face and we passed blur after
blur. First a brown one where the
fence wac, then white, red, yellow
and a black one where the little
group of men we're.
How much are we making p /
tried to ask, but my voice sounded
like the cracked record in a rundown
photograph.
We went around and around, skid
ding at the curves. | tried to lift my
arm to wave at the black blur, bat the
force of the wind carried my arm back
against my face.
The rushing air lifted Mr.. Ricken
hacher's cap, which I had borrowed,
tilted my chin back until my head
ached. and filed the motor coat I
was wearing until / felt like a hal
loon about to be cast from it's moor
ings.
After a few more blue streaks
through the air Mr.. Chandler slowed
down the car and asked me how / was
getting along.
"If you get frightened Just touch
me on the shoulder"
/ assured him that my ambition
was to break the record.
Isn't nInety-eight miles an hour
fast enough for your" he inquired in
q hurt tone.
Naturally l tried to reassure him
and appear grateful. 1t doesn't seem
rs fast as it looks, and it's a delight.
fully cool sensation.
We raced a few laps with Mr.. O'Don-
nell, who was driving the Mason 2,
which Mr.. Chandler tried out for a
few minutes. He rushed past like a
streak of lightning, and those who had
been timing us assured me we had been
doing better time in the blue car.
Anyway. IL was some whixz'' and
no occupation for a girl who gets the
''homesick feeling"
For Sale. Three vacant lots close
In. suitable for residence purposes. n.
M. Penn.