Show real auto poem arthur riddle the old time philosopher made a poem out of the automobile as follows 1 I like the smell small of tho the gas so BO well and tho the smell of tile the gasoline and I 1 like tho the purr and electric whirr of the machine what a joy to a ride oer tho the countryside with a galo gal tearing by your ears as you fly through space at a wicked pace with never a thought of fears clear out ot of mind Is the town behind for noth ing Is real indeed but your meteor red and the road ahead and the dizzy delight of speed till hlll the sudden shock when then a cruel rock lock destroys your dream with a jerk the car breaks down and you walk to town half a da day y lats lat to work atlanta constitution |