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Show THE CITIZEN 10 OUR PROBLEM I am the unimproved highway. My name is Mud! ever-endurin- The feet that patterned in primeval slime gave me birth. Unchanged while the ages passed, I have endured. Time has but served to increase my infinite variety. Earth-borand without a soul, yet I have lived. From the beginning have I been mans enemy. A python am I, stretching my length across the hills, waiting my time to crush endeavor. I have snared caravans that left bleaching bones in lands now desert. Empires have fallen because of me,' I have turned victories into routes; I have trapped mighty leaders and have crushed armies. I am without faith, and those who trust me I deceive. Today I am fair to look upon; tomorrow, a steaming bog. 1 add Difficulty to Distance. With isolation 1 conspire to unjoiint the endeavors of man. I tug at the wheels of the grain cart, that bread may be dear. I hamper those who would feed the race. I am an enemy of Church and School. I mire the healer on his rounds and delay his coming that little ones may die. I am a disrupter of home. I speed the first bom to the cities when I am fair to see, and; when he would return I face him with my forbidding depths. I minister. to bitterness, and lay a tax on all the world. There is none who live who do not pay me tribute. When men plowed with a crooked stick I was here. When the ancients covered me with stones I slipped away to other lands. I am the oldest lie that lives today. Men count me cheap. I know the price they pay who count me so. I am the unimproved highway. n, dust-colore- d I was born in the minds of progressive men. g My surface is of hardness, my ribs are of steel i the lumps and bumps of the roads of yesteryear. I am here to stay. I am a patriot. The defense of the nation lies in me. The soldier, the ammunition train, the grub train speed along surface to the defense of our country. They travel in trucks an The merchant knows me. He gets his goods more quickly shape than in the days of Mud. The farmer knows me. His produce goes to market with dispatch. His goods reach the consumer without rotting in hot sweltering freight houses. He likes my one-hapossibilities. The workman knows me. He rides out into the cool country in after the hot day in the factory. I prolong his life. The doctor knows me. Every day lives have been saved b The school children know me. Winter and summer they ti hard surface to the schools of the land. . I am a popular guy. Speed, comfort, health, happiness, economy, all bow to me. I am the great civilizer, I am the concrete highway. man-killin- g i ul . Alma ress, is man, a vorce. tice to Rubens, motion picture actsuing her husband, D. H. Goodwealthy business men, for diShe claims he made it a pracknock her unconscious and beat her up. I am the improved highway. My name is Economy. Potatoes from America are now sent to Argentina, Brazil, and Egypt. OUR SOLUTION Vicenti Blasco Ibanes The Four Horsemen lypse, has been orderei for issuing pamphlets ag fonso of Spain. Ibanez living at Mentone, Fran Dublin is the last city adopt the taxi for gencr |