Americans go for rest with energy of human bullets. Japanese Schoolboy stand by side of roadside & shelter self from strokes by raspberry trees. Soonly there is a red whizz passing. It are a automobile of French extraction and Irish disposition. By front seat sets fatty gentleman who is a owner of some trusts, because he look like it. Nearly to him sets Hon. Chaffer clasping teeth for nerves.
“What speedometer is it?” ask Hon. Truster eating some dust.
“60-mile hourly we are going it,” say-he with wheels.
“Extreme slowness,” derange Hon. Finance.
More pushes by gasolene.
“Of what speedness now?” examine them Trust Magnet.
“75 mile horse-power,” say Hon. Chaffer with lung.
“Exaggerate it!” elapse Hon. Boss for mania.
Hon. Chaffer try-to, but Hon. Car make angry rage of cogs & do an explosion by fence where fraxions must be collected patiently. Injury is enjoyed by all passengers who is afar off among clover-field where they flew to.
I am a hospital corps to that very ill Trust & await to interview him with bandages.