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Show 1 Bill, THE Klllln' folks outright is bad enough, but even scarin' 'em to death don't win you no applause." (By MARCUS A. DOW.) Did you ever try to lead a spirited hound dawg on a leash, or did one of them ever lead you? You know the kind I mean, one of them yankin', strainin', tuggin', yeipin' hounds with forward march on the double quick as their main object in life. I know a lot of bozos who make their automobiles act like one of those restless hounds strainin' on a leash while they're waitin' for the traffic light to change. They shoot forward like the leash had busted, and If they knock down a walker who ain't had time to reach the curb, it's all in the day's fun to them babies. The red light was showln' on a crossin' in a little upstate burg and cross traffic was goin' by while the main stem drivers sat still. Among 'em was a drivin' fool at the wheel of a sir-cylinder hound dawg. He had a sixth sense that could tell him Just three seconds In advance of when the light would change. His engine let out a snort like the yelp of a hound, and at the first ray of green he jumped his bus almost off the pavement pave-ment In his anxiety to be off In a hurry. As the Iron hound jumped, the dust on the fender just brushed the skirts of a motherly lookin' old lady who had got : two-thirds or better across the cross walk and scared the dnyllghts out of her. She gave a little lit-tle squeak, jumped, stumbled over the curb, hit her knee on a piece of wood with a sharp, edge, cut a bad gash which resulted In a stiff knee for the rest of her life. The ornery bozo what done that trick never looked back. What the h 1 would he care? He'd say he didn't bump her and that would let him out. What a fine Idea of falr play that Is, I don't think! That woman was crossin' accordin' to rules and regulations. She had a right to protection. And any guy that thinks a change to green gives him the right to turn his hound-dawg-on-four-wheels loose too quick and let It Jump before a decent walker has a chauce to reach he curb in safety Is a low, mean, contemptible hawg. He ain't even a self-respectin' hound. |