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JUDGE Gone—and Quite Forgotten Good-bye to the good old days when Pope-Hartford and Stevens Duryea led the field; when motor- ists dressed the part in goggles, tall linen dusters and unlovely veils, and automobile horns looked like ear syringes. . . . Good-bye to the embryo mechanic, rushed post-haste from the wagon shop around the corner in a last forlorn attempt to make the iron horse “git up and git.”... And good-bye to the time when the town dare-devil careened crazily down Main strect at fifteen miles an hour, stirring up great clouds of dust and scaring peaceable folk for miles around.... Farewell, too, to the almost forgotten cra when you rode in one of “them new-fangled contraptions” if you had the time, money and _forti- tude—but used a horse and wagon if you had to be at a cer- tain place at a particular time. Yes, good-bye to the good old days. The days when three cars on one street at one time consti- tuted a traffic problem. —A. W. Knicutr aor Ed Wassup of Ruskin, Tennessee who | whittles out round pegs to J Fit square holes alome, the two headed pig of Qing, RI. Ahe onl: ae in existence that can th “East and West at the same time 3764 subtracted fron 37C¢ equals 3764 S764 -3 76% Among those Similes As prominent as a watch chain in an old-fashioned family group. “A sentence with ‘dismantle.’ ” “I gotta love ‘dismantle’ I Yocie Ezra ‘Loop of fho- | oat quiam, Washington , stepped in- to a dopher hole with his wooden leg in 1913, where it took root,and has grown into this beautiful shade Coolish evening in the home of the side-show strong man. It Never Fails When the neighbors battle, And the words fly fast, And you know, all evening long, It is bound to last; Don’t knock on the ceiling, Don’t tap on the wall; They won't pay attention; No, they won't at all. They don’t mind a neighbor, Or a neighbor's knock; They will keep on battling Hours, by the clock. Try a different method; Ring their bell, and see They will stop because they think It is company. —R. C. O'Baten comicbooks.com