The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1916-08-31
From the Correspondents
Items Of Interest Concerning Our Neghbors Hereabouts

our observation not long ago was that
of little girl who went to the gate
to get the mail from the box. She
pulled out box, climbed up on it, and
had just taken the mail out when she
saw a great big auto come tearing
down the road toward her at ter
rife pace. Becoming terrified at the
bounding, heaving monster, as well
she might, for we were almost terri
fled ourselves, she dropped the mail
and started across the road to get out
of the way. Without slackening his
speed, the driver swerved his car to
one side, missed the child by not more
than two feet and charged forward at
such pace that we couldn't even read
his number. How can the law curb
such criminal recklessness? How can
we make such a speed fiend pay for
the damages he does to our roads, for
he it is that wears out the best of sur
faces ten times faster than all the
horse-drawn traffic the auto leaves
room for. Has any effective way been
discovered for abating this nuisance?
We never heard of any community
that has successfully controlled the
speed demon, and as long as cars are
made and sold designed to travel 60
and rs miles per hour, just so long
will we have speeders putting them
thu their PAGES. They'll take the
chance-the innocent usually foot the
bill. For every case where a speed of
80 miles per hour or over is justified,
we venture the assertion that two Sc
rious accidents can be found due sole
ly to high speed. The game is not
worth the candle, and we look forward
to the day when laws shall be passed
prohibiting the sale or operation of
cars capable Of going over 80 miles
per hour.
The warm weather must have
thawed out the Finley poet, for he
has sent in the following touching lit
tie ballad:
ooh come and see," cried Freddie Fly,
show gracefully skate"
And all his little playmates rushed to
try the new round pate.
LETS dance the old Virginia reel"
cried Clementina Fly.
The sketer band struck up the tune
and all were stepping high.
Pa and Ma waltzed down the line, but
ere they could consider,
A hand descended from on high and
left poor Ma widder.
The flies are getting vicious as
autumn approaches, and the bald head
is well heralded discovery in flydom.
F. H. Lincoln's dome has become so
popular that he has stolen his wife's
lace boudoir cap to screen its shining
attractiveness from ravenous musci-
dae.
Mrs. Chris. Puderbaugh started for
town with load of tomatoes, but it
got SO hot that she too, like the Fin
ley poet, was struck with an inspira-
ton, so she unloaded them on the rail-
road track where the train couldn't
get by without stopping to pick them
up, and thus she saved a four-mile
drive.
At a recent auction, Jack Ryerson
bought stone crock without "a lid for
a dollar, explaining to Mrs. r. that
they could buy lid in town for few
cents. When he went to get the lid,
he found he could get new crock, lid
and all for six bits.
If the admiring subscriber who left
a rotten cabbage in our mail box will
leave his name, we will divide up with
him, for we chopped 1t up and sold it
for quarter for sauer kraut.
J. w. Harreman was giving dem
in auto blowing last Mon
~ in front of Chris. Puderbaugh's
house.
If the money wasted in keeping the
lights on the Washington street bridge
burning all day were used to improve
the street, it would help little.
Dame Rumor has deserted us for
two weeks, but the t. c. d. has located
her in Portland, where it is now re-
ported at the Union Stock Yards that
the Kennewick Stock Yards project
has been abandoned in favor of the
Pasco site. Sometimes the old lady
gets pretty close to the truth, but
her guesses are very wild.
Certain it is that the rumor is afioat
and believed down there, and altho
we cannot see how any sane business