Show Real Auto Poem Arthur Riddle the oldtime philosopher philoso-pher made a poem out of tho automobile automo-bile as follows 0 I like tho smell of the gas so well and tho smell of the gasoline and I lute the purr and electric whirr of the buzzmobllo machine What a joy to ride oer tho countryside with a gale tearing by your ears as you fly through space at a wicked pace with never a thought of fears Clear out of mind Is tho town behind for nothing noth-ing Is real Indeed but your meteor red and tho road ahead and tho dizzy delight of speedtill the sudden shock when a cruel rock destroys your dream with a Jerk The car breaks down and you walk to town half a day lat to work Atlanta Constitution |