The Ely miner., 1933-06-23
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By GEORGE ADE
9. Ben syndicate.-wNU Service

II treasure Seekers packed INTO
Motor Car. They were out for
Relaxation and they were go
ing to find il by whizzing to Point
800 Miles distant and then turning
around and beating it back Home.
Notwithstanding which. II is said
that People live longer than they used
to live.
There were two Captains on Board
One was the high-priced Lad al the
Wheel, who thought that every stretch
of Good Road was part of the Indian
apolis Speedway. The other Mrs
Henry Gibble, whose Husband had
paid for the Car just twice what
dandy Queen Anne Cottage would
have cost before Lumber Wenr up. Mr..
Gibble thought he was the Captain but
he was only the Cabin Boy. They
wouldn't even LET him hold the Road
Map.
The others who had embarked were
three In Number, as follows:
EsteIle, only daughter Of the. Glib
bles. who held the Worlds Record for
Nose e-Dabbing-475 times in one Day.
Herbert Poindexter. supposed to be
almost engaged TO Estelle because he
locked Aristocratic and was heas
emily Hoofer. even If he was on Salary.
Miss Leonora Peeyy, unmarried sis
ter of Mrs. Gibble-a Positive Charac-
ter who held back nothing except her
True Age.
That made six in All and any good
Mind Reader might have discovered
that no two of them were agreed on
anything-not even Evolution
For instance the Chauf felt that
when he was doing less than 95 he
vas chilling his Tires.
Confidence and Ignorance.
EsteIle always said that so miles
an Hour was reasonable Clip.
Mr.. Poindexter said that when he
Travelled above 60 he could feel mis-
Brain Substance turning TO Jen
As for Mrs G. she couldn't see any
sense in doing more than 80 because
ner Heart had not been the same since
she carried on her long but victorious
Fight for the reorganization Of the
Woman's Club.
I Mr.. Gibble would have stayed around
40 all the time if he had been permit
ted to give Directions, which he was
not.
Miss Peeyy had read q great deal
about Motor Accidents Every time
she crawled into a high-powered Hur-
ry-Up, she expected TO be killed before
she got back Up re the present time
she had been disappointed but, just
the same, she allowed that all those
who exceeded 80 were taking their
Lives into their own Hands and, as
for her, it made her feel as II she were
continuing on her Way while the Stun
mick was lettering some Six Feet In
the Rear.
The Law said that any one who
travelled along at better than . Miles
could be yaRked up and tried. Through
the Towns the Limit was Miles an
Hour. A man on Clutches can do s
Miles an Hour.
Be that as il may, the Gibbles and
their two Victims got away at eos,
which was almost on Schedule. The
Starting Time had been set for 1903.
so that they could get to Bald Rock
in time for the MONDAY Luncheon.
II seemed that Estelle had some
Trouble getting her Eyebrows to
match and Mr. Poindexter sat for an
Hour, in a Brown Study, looking at his
Collection of Ties and trying TO make
Selection. The one that he finally
decided upon didn't look as If Any
body had spent an Hour in picking
il out
After the Old Folks had sat in the
Car, silent and motionless, for what
seemed to be Couple of Days. taking
the Morning Sun in the Eyes, the two
jovial Juveniles appeared and hoped
that they hadn't kept anyone waiting.
How lucky it is that Looks cannot
KILL
1t was Hot Morning but, as an
extra Precaution. five of the six Tour
lists had their Feet snugly covered with
Suit Cases.
Just as they crossed the Town Linz
its and passed into the Agricultural
District. Mrs. G. asked. in Tone sug-
gesting that she wanted either Infor-
nation or an Argument. well, what
Root are we going TO take?"
Mr.. Gibble crossed his Fingers and
looked at the Road ahead He had
learned his Lesson on previous Out
ings. He knew that any poor Goofus
who takes the Responsibility upon him
self and guarantees any particular
Plan of Action is thereafter blamed
for every Pebble in the Road. for En-
CINE Trouble. Delays at Railway
Crossings and Red Ants in fhe Sand
wiehes. He knew. also. thar the Good
Woman never asked for advice except
when she wanted to hang a Jinx onto
the Party of the Second Part
Mr.. Poindexter. bursting with Con-