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Show 1 ! Walt Mason -- SAFE OR SORRY. "I'm sorry as a man can lie," the ino- j I torlst explained, when he tiad iun down i I Mr. Ofaee, anrl left him maimed and I sprained 'Tm sure I would not strip ; lUf fur from any walking gents: 1 would I not have such things imvur foi flCty-I flCty-I seven cents '' But Mr. Chce. with busted! boni . kwh homeward in i crate, and . he exclaims, In walling tones. "Your: sorrow comes tod late! Had you but wat 'heil the road ah, ad ma I n a I n I : , . lawful speed. 1 would not have a broken, I head, my person would not bleed You did not care Just where you went you I I teetered left and right, and now my col- ! I larbone Is bent my whiskers are n slcht." Tin- motorist leaves Mr I'hee. and heaves a heartsick sigh, and for a week or maybe three he'll drhe. with cautious eie With I earnest care he will advance on streets ' where commerce thrives, and give pe-. pe-. destrlans a chance to save their misspent mis-spent lives. But'aoon he'll weary of a ) pace that's safe but deadly slow, and then araln we'll see him chase dlspenIng I death and woe. And though he's pinched I.-, peelers bold, he still will scoot and sip; when once the speed gerin gets a hold. It won't relax its grip. |