New Britain herald., 1926-09-11

pass DetOre bankers and DlSl0pS t lawyers and laymen can be seel tramping through heavy underbrusl in an expedition to deprive some in ; nocent bunny of it's right to life liberty and the pursuit of nuts
 Shouldering shining engines oi
 death and destruction that belcf
 fire and lead at the slightest pro.
 vocation, they pursue some distant
 shadow only to find that what they
 thought was a buck deer was only
 Elmer S. Beedle of West Lancaster
 Vermont. The discovery is usually
 accompanied with the words. He
 never knew what struck him."
 Such disappointments as above
 must be borne by the gunners and
 after a few experiences they learn to smile bravely when they find they
 are cheated out of their yearly
 deer. And then you can appreciate
 how proud a huntsman must feel
 when, after several such occasions,
 he actually brings down to earth a
 limp bundle of fur or feathers.
 All these great boons to mankind are given by gracious autumn. Bath ing girls revues are over, the ukulele
 strummer across the street goes
 back to college. Tommy becomes q
 member of the xxi xxi Chi fraternity with no more casualties than a
 couple of broken ribs and a few ! front teeth, cold baths before l breakfast begin to be boring and the rotogravure sections switch i from Asbury Park to West Palm 1 Beach in order to supply weekly views of sundry young ladies reclin- ing on the sand clad in what might be termed bathing suits.
 The discussion of courtesy be- tween motorists and traffic cops continues. still a new angle has traffic laws by pedestrians, erron- eously called by some foot passen- gers.' Traffic policemen still report that the part of the public which navigates on foot, cares little for its own life and shows nothing but con- ltlllpI IDI lub ldWS Ol lIlS ity. Wait until the light changes" has become a stock expression wherever a policeman is stationed at a traffic light, and groups of people required by the law to wait in protection of their own lives and limbs. submit under protest and with great show of indignation.
 Where there is no light, but where traffic flows in a stream directed from point where a light is sta tioned. things are even worse. A woman crossed the street at the south end of Central Park about noon Saturday.
 The light at the corner of West Main and Main streets near the Globe Clothing Co.,, showed green. Traffic was heavy. She waited, i'm patiently, on the sidewalk for the usual time, 40 seconds. It seemed like five minutes to her.
 She crossed as far as the green. Then she encountered another stream of traffic going the other W huys llt llSl 1lciu Illtili5 Vu ptNNh bo green by this time and again she, with q dozen others, was stopped. A break in traffic was seen, a few cars down the street. The crowd waited, but not the woman. For getting her years, she started to run across the street in front of an on- coming car. The driver stepped on his brake, shut off his gas and the car almost came to a stop to avoid striking the hastening and reckless woman.
 That's the way people get llilled,' cautioned 8 friendly well wisher of the woman, as the crowd crossed the street in safety, just a few steps behind her.
 Then ensued a tirade of opinions and tongue flashing, aimed at the motoring world in general, and Main street motorists in particular. She failed to recognize that she too was responsible to the law for observ ance of ordinary safety rules, but severely denounced drivers who WdnL lO use lllS SlleSlS liic SalliC time she did.
 And they say traffic cops are for autos only.
 School! The greatest curse which the American boy can imagine. Ten times greater torture than the rack, more tedious than a life imprison- ment, more veXatious than the Chi | nese drop water agony. Just | when a fclla gets good an tan an | is having a lotta fun, they have to go an start the darn ol' school | again! It aint fair. A guy never has no fun!
 Unlimited are the evil aspects of school. First the realization that in another week, another six days, an- other five days. etc. you will be back in school. The frantic efforts to have a rip-roaring time during the final week. The mild swearing bee the night before. The few bitter tears. The early prod of mother and the order to get up in a hurry. The sleepy arising and the cold floor. The half-eaten breakfast. The too old trick of playing sick. The slow and funeral plod to the schoolhouse. The suggestion of one of the gang that perhaps the school burned down during the night. The disap- pointingly firm brick walls showing that it didn't.
 The new teacher with her frown. Wish I had Miss Brown stead O her" The pretty girl with the curls