El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1920-05-22
Letter Recalls Day When Open Road
And Not CommerciaLiSn1 Was First
Consideration In Buying Motor Car

TEN years ago the motor car was
considered a luxury, only 70 "
afforded by the very rich Ihs
man Of leisure could see the adven-
furious and romantic side Of automo-
I billing. and a letter such as follows
would not have been out Of the ordi-
nary Today, however the automo-
bile is ultra commercial and the main
thought is. how many dollars viii
my new car make for me. OF, how
many minutes viii il save. The let
ter. written by ID. E Washington, OF
Missouri. is refreshing, 70 say the
least. and brings memories OF days
when the open road and not com
mercialism was the first considera-
tion in the purchase OF a motor car.
Mr.. Washington writes:
Your letter OF the 10th inst. re-
ceived, and / shall not attempt 70
discuss the exception you have made
TO my reference TO the Overland
Sedan ] viii only say that ones
knowledge Of language is some times
so deficient that a true expression OF
something really great Is impossible.
To make my position quite clear
Have You Ever Tried ItP
Have you. during some wei
earned vacation, spent along the
banks OF a rock bound stream, where
the bass makes his home, ever at
tempted TO tell friend Of the thrills
that vibrated your spinal column dur
FOUNDER well hung on the end Of
hundred foot line. tried to tell him
how that line sang the tune OF true
sport as the big fish made dash for
the rapids. where the swirl Whlte
water would assist him in winning a
fight that meant life OF death 10
him. and the Joy supreme that was
yours when at last your landing net
slipped under the game tighter ana
he was yours7 Have you ever tried
n 10
And how near has your own best
description OF that early morning
hunt satisfied you when you told the
men at the camp that night after sup
per was over and the pipes were all
going about your sensation as you
stood on the stand where the deer
trail crossed the bayou and listened
to the dogs coming nearer and nearer
until at last you caught the Iiasn %
the morning light from the antlers OF
a 200 pound stag as ne dashed out
Of the bush and came toward you
with the speed OF an express train
and you heard the roar OF the 10 bore
and saw the great stride of the mag
nificent brute break, falter and fail.
and then you realized that u was
your gun YOU had heard and IL was
your deer that was down inert and
helpless on the ground before you,
leaves from a scar brown TO crimson
hue. How much OF what you saw and
felt did YOU tell them2
When the Lights Were Dim
7 might ask IL you have ever
even to yourself ffor one never dis
cusses such a thing only With him
attempted TO analyze YOUR emo
lions. sensations and joys experiences
on the night that your first sweet
heart permitted you TO hold her hand
the first time-at the snow wnen
the lights were dim and later con-
fessed TO you that you were realls
the incest chap she knew and possibly
allowed YOU TO kiss the tip OF her ear
when the g0odnights were said at her
door-ye gods, hut what's the useZ
and yet you seem to expect me
to tell you just how I enjoyed the
comfort. style and elegance OF that
wonderful little car as rode through
the country that wiltry day IN reo-
ruary when for the first time In many.
many trips all the holes in the worn
rock roads were filled and the cut
ting wind that had searched out
every opening in storm curtains in
other DAYS ragged impotently against
solid glass and alright doors, Wnen
the slightest wish expressed through
accelerator 10 the thing Of life under
the hood was obeyed in a way that
was a revelation OF mans accom-
plishment. when thoroughly skilled in
the art OF motor bulldinE-brioEes
villages. forest and field glided past I
in hay intoxicating blend that re-
moved all nerve tension and changed I
mere car driving into a thing OF JOY
And when the last lap Of the last mile
was finished and I stepped from the Z
coy comfort Of the Little Sedan into !
the keen biting old Of a bitter winter
day. some chap said How do you like
that carr say. ] didn't tell him a !
damned thing-what would you have
Csigned) ID. E. washington"