The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-06-02
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green grey tawny yellow No trees them but
black white brown with the pale flames of the yucca
plant which thick feet in the air.
and huge mass, exactly the
shape of candle flame but that cered in the wind
The road began to climb in earnest it swung around the
shoulder hill there sign in red letters Guadalupe
Grade: Speed limit Is miles hour Dad
evidence that he knew how read either that sign his speed
signs people who did
know how drive for the initiate few the rule whatever
speed left on your own half of the highway In this case the
lay the right side of the pass had the mountain
your right and Rugged closely swung round the turns
of the time, it "hs funeral" err
the right that the of the mountain INSTRUCTED the road
he sounded his horn big, commanding horn, hidden
somewhere under the capaous hood of the horn for
man whose pusnss TOOK MN on yng Trips over olsulcI Dig
enough for ancient empire who had important engagements
fair weather foul The voice of his horn sharp and
military; there in undertone of human kindness At
fifty miles hour there place such emoonswhat
ten them so %Wba9bnb said the borna sound YOU must
make through your nose the big sud
den swing of the then an elbow ut-
ting and another swng"Whanhnh you winding
up the rocky walls of Guadalupe Pass resounded to the
strange Whanhnh Whanhnh The birds looked about
alarm and the ground squirrels dvd into their sandy entrance
holes and ranchmen driving ckey Fords down the grade and
coming Southern California with all their chickens and
dogs and babies and mattresses and tin pans tied onto the run
boardshese to the last perous inch Of the
Whanhnh'
Any boy will tell you that this is glorious whoopee you
bet Sailing along there close the clouds, with engine
power magca hanessed subject the fainest
from the ball of foot The power of ninety horses
think Suppose you ninety there in
G Of ontaip wondn' that make vou puIges p? And
magic ribbon laid for you winding here and
there feeling way upward with hardly variation of grade
taking the shoulder of cutting straight through
apex another diving black belly of third twist
turning fitting inward the outside fitting outward
safe-and with white-panted marking centre that
always knew exactly where had right to DeWhat
magic had done all this?
Dad explained it-money had done it. Men of money
had SAID the WORD AMID aMa anS sd ro as
Of skin armed with picks and shovs and great steam shoves
with long hanging obstercaws OF steel derrcks with wide
swinging arms scraps and grading machines steel drills and
blasting with dynamite crushers and concrete mixers
our-staned hose steel bellies that turned all
day with grinding noise All these had come and for year or
they had toed and yard by yard they had unrod the magic
ribbon.
Never since the world began had there been men of power
equal this Dad of them he could do things like
that way something like that At
evening the lobby of the Imperial Hotel Beach
City, waiting Skutt oscout whom Dad
his he would have big proposition
right the road clear that the meaning of
the sharp military voice of the horn speaking through its nose
whanhnh whanhnh|
fashion had dreamed in the days of Haron al
magic that gaoped top of the Clouds from
panorama unrong ITSELF opening at every turn
valleys curng below htops rising above professions
the heart of the that there trees the deep
ghnng clumps of live oaks that made pleasant like
English parks But the tops there only brush now
with spring green mesquite sage other
desert plants had learned bloom quickly while there
and then stand the long baking drought They spot
ted with patches of dodder plant that grew in
long threads like co weaving garment top of the other
plants; it killed them-but there plenty
Other hills all rock of endless variety Of color You
moed spotted like the skins of beastsawny
eopard red and grey black and white whose
you did not know There hills made Of bouders
giants had been throwing them in bae there
blocks piled the children of giants had grown tired
play. like cathedral arches the road
through such an arch you swung out into view gorge yaw
below, with white barrier protect made
of the clouds overhead great bird sailing;
collapsed had and he dved into the
abyss "Was that eagle?" asked the boy. Buzzard
swered Dad who had no romance in him.
Higher and higher they climbed the engine purng softly,
unvarying Underneath the windshield das and
gauges complicated array: speedomeer with little red line