The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1917-05-21
Matters of
Motoriism
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DR.. Hudson Is a conscientious
young man, a dentist by profession
not too reckless, but of such a nature
that he does not like to be passed
on the road when out for a pleasure
drive.
A call at the doctors office the
middle of last week disclosed the
fact that he was absent from town
Ordinarily that would have ended
the quest( inasmuch as the writer
intended to pay his bad tooth bil)
but by a series of conincidential evil
dence the whole story came out, and
so strange does it seem, so amusing
in detail, that we decided not to keep
it hid from public light.
It apepars that Doc drives a car
with some skill when he lays hands
on, one, and enjoys an occasional spin
alone out over the byways of Bing-
ham county. This we speak of was
one of those occasions.
Spring was just breaking out into
its twaddling clothes, last week, and
Doc was having a huge time bowling
along for several hours, when sud-
denly, with the dry breeze and warm
sunshine, he noticed a peculiar feel
ing of inward desire. He was thirsty.
He determined to secure a refresh
ment at the first farm house.
The lady of the first farm handed
out a nice pitcher of buttermilk. and
feeling quite clipper Doc climbed
back into his motor car and spun
easily down the road.
A horn honked right behind. He
knew the timber of its tone. 1t was
Ford. To be passed by a Ford was
not just then in Docs calendar of
expectations. He made up speed and
spun faster along the road and
around a sweeping turn. But the
horn pursued and Doc threw in more
gas. He had a good car and no con-
stables were to be see on any side.
Again and again honked the horn
behind, closer If anything. Rather
than let the fellow pass now Doc
would have driven thru rivers, over
fences and up telephone poles. He
was desperate. He added the last
degree Of gas and flew. He imagined
he could feel his %pursuer's machine
breathing on the back of his neck.
He hurdled a little bridge with a
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and a couple of chickens. Nothing
could stop the race by that time,
not even a sharp turn that quickly
doomed up ahead. Doc held straight
on. His car was a ~tnoroDred. 1t
cleared the ditch at a jump, opened
its way thru a fence, and furroWed
along a farmers newly planted spud
field. His hat was off but the gas :
was on. Finally, noticing that he
was approaching a house he shut ,
off the gas and slowed down just as :
the cal showed it's lose against the ;
back porch. A man flew out of the =
house, a woman too, and both began =
to criticise Doc violently for running =
garden and flower bed, the first =
flowers they had rel planted too. :
Doc descended from his seat dazed .
but dignified. There was a slight !
scufling at the rear of the machine, !,
and before answering his accusers .
he walked around the car just in = =,
Tine to see a small boy making swift "
racks down the furrowed field. The a
part of the story shoots q
.orth here: In his hand the small y -
10Y carried something that unmis- '
resembled one of them y
pesky Ford fog horns. The e,
Mystery shook out it's folds and 10 l
here was nothing. Shall we leave
Doc there settling up with the irate a
armer and his frau so he could get =.
lis car hauled back to the road? !,