The Coolidge examiner., 1933-06-23
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By GEORGE ADE
By GEORGE ADE
g. Beu syndicate.-wNU Service.

INNCE there was a Group of
u Pleasure-Seekers packed into
a Motor Car. They were out
for Relaxation and they were going
to find it by whizzing to a Point
300 Miles distant and then turning
around and beating it back home.
Notwithstanding which, it is said
that People live longer than they
used to live.
There were two Captains on
Board. One was the high-priced
Lad at the Wheel, who thought that
every stretch of Good Road was
part of the Indianapolis Speedway.
The other Mrs. Henry Gibble, whose
Husband had paid for the Car just
twice what a dandy Queen Anne
Cottage would have cost before
Lumber went 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 other who had embarked
were three in Number, as follows:
Estelle, only daughter of the Glib
bles, who held the Worlds Record
for Nose-Dabbing-475 times in one
Day.
Herbert Poindexter, supposed to
be almost engaged to Estelle be-
cause he looked Aristocratic and
was heavenly Hoofer, even If he
was on Salary.
Miss Leonora Peevy, unmarried
sister of Mrs. Gibble-a Positive
Character who held back nothing ex-
cept her True Age.
That made six in All and any
good MindReader might have dis
covered that no two of them agreed
on anything-not even Evolution.
For instance the Chauf felt that
when he was doing less than 90 he
was chilling the Tires.
Confidence and Ignorance.
Estelle always said that so miles
an Hour was a reasonable Clip.
Mr.. Poindexter said that when he
travelled above 60 he could feel his
Brain Substance turning to Jell.
AS for Mrs. G. she couldn't see
any sense in doing more than 80 be-
cause her Heart had not been the
same since she carried on her long
but victorious Fight for the reOr-
ganization of the Woman's Club.
Mr.. Gibble would have stayed
around 40 all the time if he had
been permitted to give directions,
which he was not.
Miss Peevy had read good deal
about Motor Accidents. Every time
she crawled into a high-powered
Hurry-Up, she expected to be killed
before she got back. Up to the
present time she had been disap-
pointed but, just the same, she al
lowed that all those who exceeded
80 were taking their Lives into their
own Hands and, as for her, it made
her feel as If she were continuing
on her Way while the Stummick
was lettering some Six Feet in the
Rear.
The Law said that any one who
Travelled along at better than %
Miles could be yanked up and tried.
Through the Towns the Limit was 8
Miles an Hour. A man on Clutches
can do s Miles an Hour.
Be that as it may, the Gibbles and
their two Victims got away at 9:05,
which was almost on Schedule. The
Starting Time had been set for
:O3, so that they could get to Bald
Rock in time for the MONDAY
Luncheon.
1t seemed that Estelle had some
Trouble getting her Eyebrows to
match and Mr.. Poindexter sat for
an Hour, in a Brown Study. look
ing at his Collection of Ties and
trying to make Selection. The one
that he finally decided upon didn't
look as if Anybody had spent an
Hour in picking it 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 1t
is that Looks cannot kill!
1t was a Hot Morning but, as