The Speed Maniac

Horowhenua Chronicle, 17 August 1916, Page 2

The Speed Maniac

(iiy Walt Mimon;. \\ hoi er he hies he simply ilit*>, the dusi bukiad liltn thickens; pa*t> my abode he burns the road, and kills my pup and chickens. He toots hi.s horn as though in .scorn ul folks who travel slowly; like lalJing star hits noisy car attains a .speed, unholy. Jie does not care lor your despair, llor heeds your angry feelings; he scoots and rips and teals and zips with dniliken leaps and reelings. l'"or poor galoot who is atooi he doos not care a stiver; he scares the mules. the farmer tools—they bolt and kill the driver. Along his track for metres back, his dead, and maimed are lying : he merely sniffs at mangled stiffs and still he goes a-flying. When brought to court this measly sport is taxed a few piaters. when he nhould wail for years in gaol for causing such disasters. Throughout, the land this

tiling we .stand—we stand it 'cause we've got to--and all our kickts don't serve >to fix the saphe-ad. with the am-a. Perhaps some time it will count ;ik

crime to run amuck doggone it, along the pike. ;ind chase and strike and maim the people on it..