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Show MICE OFFERED TO ROAD HENDS I 1 1 Road Hogs in All Parts of the I Country Now in Lime- J light H The light car ucr la apt to suffer H grievously from the hogglshness nt flkl thoM driving the bigger cari. Omega fl writing in The Auto. llls the follow-vHH follow-vHH Inl. with the Mif.iT' ;llon that IVQH may Hid In bringing respect to the I drlwr the light cat H- wr Jut before the drat I was using ' 'he Portsmouth roa: a good deal 'Sr . Coming In from .ampshli' i k.'--jv - I would regularly moet a fiercely he- IVgB whiskered llun on a shocking old A)K l ink, chain driven, horribly noisy, but f sW J full tt puurr i,. That f-fa beast came straight at mr time after V time i always, had to gei down into HcB the gutter to avoid him. He became Wp3 a nightmare. 1 used to watch for him, gk from Eshcr to Kingston, between " Wf' and 7 p. m., and I was Mlttom il In-appointed In-appointed I wondered how to fix him I did think of buying something cheap. Injuring It well, loading It up with pig Iron, getting my first speed In as soon a ho appeared, charging straight at hlfl radlntor and then skipping skip-ping off the car on the near slrt-FRIGHTENED slrt-FRIGHTENED GIRL. But he gf ii' rally had with him a llpPV very frlphtcnd-Wvoklng girl, and I I did not like the Idea of spilling hor works on the waterfront at Surhlton Then I rememb'red .i run I pocketed pock-eted It, empty, by which I mean un-' un-' loaded. The noxt evening I met him he came at me worso than ever I held to my course (well on my side t of the road), and then, when we were scarcely more than twenty feet apart, whipped out my gun, wa.ed It melo-I melo-I dramatically, and pointed It dead at the bridge of hi nose, simultaneously bringing my little two-seater to a holt. "He gave a blood -fme2lng yell, ; yawed his wheel over, and shot down i the road like ono possessed "Now, all thW sounds a little fllm-v' doesn't It? It Is, I admit. Out there always were, are now, and always will be hogs. That'a the stuff to' give them. The bigger the gun the better bet-ter the moral street. No, I have no arms to sHl. Tlu.v,. i i,;i, t am r,.. serving for my next hog. ' on |