Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-07-18
DRIVING IN MARYLAND
District of Columbia License Is NOT
Recognized.
REPORTER TELLSOF HIS EXPERIENCES
Authorities Always on Lookout Tor
Folks Coming Over From DISTRICT OF
Columbia Without Having Secured
a License From Maryland-ma9Is-
trate Puts il to Them Hard.


trate Puts it to Them Hard.
New York World.
New York automobilists have long
taken il for granted that scoctins
down Riverside Drive or spinning
around Columbus Circle all in the same
Gay without once being admomshed
by policeman is the ultimate IN
precise driving Getting past Lafay-
cite and Ninth Streets or dodginS
trucks and paving blocks on Queens
boro Bridge without single Hey!
Where YOU goin'?" has been regarded
us a star achievement.
In other words, New Yorker VINO
can drive successfully up and down
Broadway at the noon hour OF who can
souirm through the maze of Times
Square traffic at theatre time con-
sidcrs he has reason to believe that
he can handle with n smile and con-
descending thank you whatever STU
alton any chick" constable can con-
coct.
A Car for $25.
A certain reporter for a certain New
York morning newspaper was riding
on a trolly car in Washington recently
on his day Off" when a sign, the ike
of which he had never seen along the
Bowery or even along Automobile Row
back in the metropolis, caught his eye.
Hire carl" it said. Drive it away
yourself. We trust you!"
ut can't be truc!" he mumblcd as
he stumbled off the trolley. But it was.
why; yes" said genial young
man, smiling as he wiped his hands
on a piece of waste. ''We let you
drive it away yourself. We trust you
to bring it back some day. We don't
lose car a year, and we hire out n
dozen a night"
"Wen!" gasped the reporter what
do YOU have to leave as security? The
mortgage on the old homestead or the
gold dome on The World?"
Neither" came the reply. Just
twenty-five bucks in greeabacks-or
Buffalo nickles."
"They're OIL"
The reporter peeled $25 from his fat
roll OF $34, jumped in behind the Wheel
threw his hat on the floor, and drove
out grandly with what was fairly
prescntable machine.
What breeze it was that came i
through the open windshield as the
car idled along mile after mile! What's
heat anyway TO u man when he surveys
a moon -bathcd landscape from the
drivers seat of $25 car?
The put-put-put of a motorcycle
sounded in his ears.
He wasn't speeding, he wasn't smok-
ing, he wasn't flivver- -boobing, so the
reporter, unworried and contentcd,
glanced to the left. Sure enough, there
was that familiar sweep Of the hand,
just as. uncompromising and unrclcnt-
ing as back in old New York.
Get overt" it said just as plainly
as two and two are twenty -two-whcn
side by side.
The Finish.
What arc you doin'?' said the
familiar voice from the depths of n
khaki shirt that might have belonged
to Hester Street iccman but for the
automatic that danglcd from his belt
and the star-shapcd badge that Shonc
from his chest.
Driving" replied the reporter
smartly, confident that the husky voice
of the law would apologize for the af-
front.
II know yer drivin'," came the re-
ply, "but you're drivin' in Maryland
with only D. G. license"
Here was a new one. Back home
when one gets into New Jersey one
knows it because a river has been