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Show Why Always Such A Hurry? This swiftly changing world has sent up our blood pressure. Time was when our main method of transportation for any distance was the stage coach, operating m a onto or twico-a-weck schedule, weather and roads permitting. One would patiently await its arrival for hours, or days, whiling away the lime as best lie could. Then, when finally on the way, one could generally depend on live horsepower to make his destination, but at a comparatively leisurely pace, yet ono didn't fret about it. Now what happens? If you miss a single section of a revolving revolv-ing door, up goes your temperature! Then you get into the family car, are held up a couple of minutes by a red light and . . . Sowie! You grip the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white, yon bare your teeth, and . . . Heaven help the poor pedestrian! Fortunately, For-tunately, you're usually able to subdue this murderous impulse, but occasionally there are those who don't. Right there's where many accidents start. Off you go, bullying oher drivers right and left and daring all who threaten your "right" to both sides of the road. Remember how angry you were the time you followed an old "jalopy" up a hill at three miles an hour? It probably caused you a delay in driving time of fully .30 seconds. And remember that poor chap ahead of you who killed his engine and made yon nrlgs tlie light? You couldn't have helped his peace of mind and by leaning on the horn button like you did. All over the loss of a few seconds! After all, ho didn't stall bis engine on purpose, did be? Why all these outbursts of barbarism? For no other reason at :ili than to give vent to baseless impatience. Nine chances out of ten you weren't in that much of a hurry anyway. The net time this happens, why not just relax and take It easy? Playing safe may take a few seconds more, but it may mrun a longer life. ' |