GARAGE LIGHTING

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 10 January 1931, Page 3

GARAGE LIGHTING

CONVENIENCE FOR REPAIRS ■ Everyone must help himself these days, and the amateur-meclianic-motorist often finds several small items of car equipment to be attended to when he returns home. We must know how to make our own emergency repairs, and often they have to be done at niglit. But if your private garage is lighted by one lamp in the middle of the ceiling little work can be done. It will just serve for taking your car inside, and that is all. For doing practical work you will have to provide not one hut several lamps in your garage. One can be installed above the working bench, and various others in convenient places in order to provide ample light for the operations which you may have to carry out. You must, moreover, jnstal- a few plug sockets on the walls of the garage so that you may have portable lamps placed wherever convenient. In order to work well much light is required, and the installation of proper light in tho garage is a very small expense compared with the advantages derived. • ENGINEER’S PLEA TO THE MOTORIST W' 1 V . The following verses were published in a recent issue of the “Los Angeles Sunday Times”:— Motorists are being urged to beware of the risks of the railroad crossing this month in the year-around campaign of the California Committee on Public Safety. They are advised to always look both ways before crossing the tracks, watch for the public wig-wag or other signal, slow up when about to cross, and shift into second gear, if necessary. In this respect aiitoists should give some consideration as well to the train engineer, advises the Automobile Club of Southern California. A poem that vividly emphasises this point is presented for motorists’ perusal. It is entitled “The Engineer.”

“Listen to me, just a moment, please, You folks who drive a car, Who think my life is one of ease, , And moves without a jar. I pull a limited train, you know, A thousand tons of steel, Swift as an arrow from a bow Along my path I wheel.

“Do you ever give a single thought ? Do you think I have no fear ? Don’t you know my very nerves grow taut 'When a speeding car draws near? Time after time I have held my breath, My heart a-tremble with fear, As I’ve seen a driver flirt with death With those lie holds most dear. “I’ve seen the look of despair on a face, I’ve heard the moans of pain Of those who ran a losing race With my swiftly speeding train. I’ve felt the engine leave the rails As she struck a passing car, I've lain for weeks upon my back, I’ve glimpsed the gate ajar. “And as I,returned from the shadow of death, In anguish and in pain, I muttered a prayer beneath my breath For the fool who raced the train. Please use the brail}, the eye and ear And sense the good God gave, And save yourself and the engineer From the grief or an early grave.”