Imperial Valley press., 1935-03-13
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BY HENRY McLEMORE

| DAYTONA BEACH, Fla, March
l3-Within the past two years 1
have introduced several new sports
to the American public, including
spur -road-to Oyster-Bay-open
of, nightingale-listening-to and
Parisian- cab driver -hissing-at.
Today will tell you of my new
est sports discovery-a game which
I think will sweep the country af-
ter the manner of wildfire. 1t is
technically called trying -to-sleep-
in-rumble seat of-car-while-two-
Englishmen-dr1vir1g you through
countryside-wi which they-are
highly unfamiliar. Knowing such
long name will be a bit clumsy to
handle. have decided to speak of
the new sport simply as hell"
I discovered the game last night
when the Messrs. Roger Fuller and
Frank Tinsley, a pair of London
journalists, invited me to ride with
them from Daytona Beach to
Gainesville, Fla, to hear Sir NAL
colin Campbell address the state
university students on hands across
! the sea.
you just curl right up and go to
sleep" said Mr.. Fuller as I climbed
in the rumble seat. "It's only 125
miles to Gainesville, and the road
is quite straight, we'll make it jolly
well quick, won't we Frank?"
quite" answered Mr.. Tinsley.
you drive, and I'll keep Sharp
watch for guide signs"
The first SO miles were delightful.
Mr.. Fuller stayed on the right side
of the road fully half the time, and
drove with such superb disdain of
regulations that I was soon asleep.
1t must have been about 3 a. m.
when was awakened by light in
my face. With the memory of Mr..
Fuller's left hand drive tactics still
fresh in my mind, my first thought
was that I was being fitted for
either wings or fcrked tail My fears
were allayed, however, when saw
| that the light came from match
held by Mr.. Tinsley, who was stand
| ing to the side of the road, reading
o sign. Sorry to let you down, Full
Ter, old chap" Tinsley said as he
peered at the sign, "but we must be
on the wrong road. This one says
Vaporub and I'll swear there's no
Vaporub between Daytona and
/ Gainesville on my map"
Cracker To Rescue
Look again." said Mr.. Fuller.
Seems as though I've heard of the
borough of Vaporub. But if you're
sure, we'll just have to wait until
somebody drives by and ask them
where we are"
Your correspondent feigned sleep.
The headlight of an approaching
car came into sight.
Mr.. Fuller, who speaks the pur-
est English, waved hs arms and halt
cd the dilapidated car.
Inside, sat an overalled Florida
Cracker. And inside him was few
shots of corn. Mr. Fuller, wearing
hounds tooth check sports jacket
and plus 4X4x4X4 knickers, must
have looked a bit peculiar to the
Cracker, for he gazed at him in
awe. d
"Whatcha want?" he finally asked.
"Frightfully sorry, you know" ex-
planned Mr.. Fuller, "but could you
possibly tell me how far it is to
Vaporub?"
ITO Where2" asked the stranger
in amazement.
"Vaporlib f. Vaporub Vapo-
rub, Florida" answered Mr.. Fuller.
"It doesn't say which way nor
how far it is on that sign over
there"
The cracker thought for mo-
ment. Then the light struck him.
"Okay. You go down two more
cross roads and turn right. Then
you keep on going until the first
town. Thatll be Vaporub."
Many thinks, chappie," replied
Mr.. Fuller. Mighty decent of you.
Mr.. Fuller swears today he'll not
return to London to the Daily Mail
until he finds that Cracker. Mr..
Tinsley doesn't feel SO bitter. For
as he explained, "any one might
make a mistake that late at night"