The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-08-07
JOY RIDING
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machine from six to thirty miles to
take the turn and the car missed the
concrete curbing by inches.
What Street, Please?
''This is the finest street in Topeka
lots of nillionaires along here ex-
to conceal the growing impression
that the party was going to the races
with a tin tub full of loose bolts.
Suddenly a bunch of wheels some
where inside the car got off the track
and telescoped. The reporter knew
the horrors of war and the terrible
carnage in the march toward War
saw.
But the car got under way again.
The reporter forgot war stories and
another turn ahead. Everyone knew
it. The car had speeded up and the
machine swung onto the Washburn
car line tracks and headed east.
Observation-Disclosures
A street car threatened a rear end
collision and the driver turned out to
let the street car have the right-of-
way. That jitney threatened to pillow
up an innocent mans parking, but the
driver was a real hero and he guided
the thing back to the paved street.
S. o. S. Street Car!
MISUNDERSTANDING
There was a street car standing on
slowed down lest the street car col
Tide with his human freight. He man
aged to miss that street car nearly a
foot. He continued to follow the
street car tracks-from Mulvane
street to Jackson.
The party was due to see the town.
Down Jackson street driver guided
his car-passed the police station and
Provident association Would the
driver please take the party to Gar
oil ,,-1yO
modating man at the wheel started to
swing into Second street, scraped a
box car and hit Kansas avenue and
cobble stone pavement with a full
head of steam.
What, No Brakes on 1t?
Just when the pride of 1902 auto
mobile creations jumped past a horse
and buggy on Melan bridge, the driver
confided to the reporter the need of
caution in handling his car. There
were no brakes on the machine. Or
if there were, they might as well have
been webbed feet on an airship. They
didn't work.
The reporter wondered what might
happen if brakes should become nee
essary. But he rested when the car
settled down to its home-like six miles
an hour. Just ahead, though, the
driver saw an approaching street car.
By this time the reporter knew that
the jitney. He knew that driver
would never be satisfied until he
knocked a street car into the next
voting precinct. So the man in charge
of that 1900 pounds OF tin, iron and
rubber threw more juice into the en-
CINE and headed for the car tracks
Many times the reporter has stood
on a street corner and thought harsh
things about the men who drive street
cars. Now he was to repent. That
street car man lad the fear of God
in his heart and the love of his brother
let the jitney go wheeling and bounc-
ing and humping over the track by
margin of foot.
Sh-h-h, Women Screamed!
Two women screamed But the lit
ney driver looked over his shoulder
with a smile of reinsurance. When
he looked back a dog was nearly
under the wheels. That jitney lodged
the dog and made the loop on two
wheels.
More juice was going into the engine
The reporter grasped the mailman by the
arm and assured him there was no hurry
wanted the next dance at the park. He
never hesitated. The park was just ahead
Suddenly the car was headed between the
west entrance
Headed for Iron Gates.
Horrors, More screams from the WON
en-. The iron gate to the park was closed.
What did that driver do? He headed his
car right for one of the massive pillars.
Something more than just seven day in the
The care hit the mass of brick and stopped
1t wasn't strong car, poor, pale car.
Otherwise this story would not be written.
AZ Could Stop 1t Easy
Several pairs of knees We're trembling
and several voices were not under proper