MOTORING EPITAPHS.
James Johnston occupies his bunk: He tried to drive while he was drunk. bv the brook sleeps Ernest Bass. The bridge was narrow he tried to pass. Here reposps John H. Kidd, Who thought he wouldn’t skid—but did. Here lie the bodies of both the Drakes: They trusted too much in their four wheel brakes. Heaven help women like Martha Marr. She took one lesson and drove her own car. O’er Mike O’Toole they’ve now said mass, He reached for his brake but stepped on the gas. Here lies the regains of Percival Sapp He drove a car with a girl on his lap. Slumbering here is William Blake, He heard the bell but had no brake. Beneath this stone lies Henry Baines Ice on the hill he had no chains. Here’s Mary Jones but not alive, She made her car do sixty-five. Ed. Smith is lost to earthly wiles, He took a curve at fifty miles. Beneath this turf lies Arthur Meek, He used a match on a gas tank leak.
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Putaruru Press, Volume VII, Issue 303, 29 August 1929, Page 1
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174MOTORING EPITAPHS. Putaruru Press, Volume VII, Issue 303, 29 August 1929, Page 1
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