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Show iV OTHER FEARS ".'DEAR MOTORISTS" "SdLh a ncac'.less slaughter in a world already saturated with grief, bloodshed and death." Thi3 comment was made by a mother writing to the judge; who read in cour. a father's appeal to 'Dear Driver" motorists to drive, carefully careful-ly and protect iris daughter. A group irom the Idaho Parent-Teachers' Association have requested the safety bureau of the law enforcement en-forcement to republish the mother's letter. In part it is as follows : "Such a needless slaughter in a world already saturated with grief bloodshed and death! With each year an army killed right here ii, our country, something must be done! Your little girl and my little girl must not be sacrificed. It would be more than I can bear, it seems, to lose another. "I am glad you can say "Dear Driver", because I can't. Sometimes Some-times when I think of drivers, they appear as something between a leopard and an elephant they sneek up quickly with great speed like a leopard but suddenly become as huge and impossible to stop as an j elephant". You see I'm a mother. I have a daughter too. If she's a. wee bit late getting home from school, I become so horribly frightened. I think death would be preferable to the awful trture I endure. I even dislike letting her go out to play because as pou say I cannot be with her. But of course she should go out to play, all other kids do. At night I am afraid to pray that God will watch her and keep her from harm because I uted o do that when wu had our daughter and our son. Now we don't have him enymort. because I let him go out to play once to often and one of youi "Dear Drivers" cut him down. Less than ten minutes after he went out to play some of my neighbors brought one of his shoes up to my aparment. You should see -what being hit by a car can do to shoes! I didn't recognize that shoe. He had on his plap shoes-we were saving his new shoes for special occassions. He was buried in them Honestly it is hard to enter the portals of a place marked "Funeral Home" and walk down quiet, empty aisles to a small white casket cas-ket and look at- that child -of white marble, You are never again quite free. Tears well at most unexpected times and places. But you must restrain re-strain them a all costs, because even a beast will hide its cuts and bruises from the world by dragging its injured body to its lair licking its woods, n : |
