North of Boston

THEY aint much happened sence the last writing. Trooper, he lugged in a city slicker what had been exercising a Buick down the cement at 75.

I starts to say, "Ten and costs." The hot rock asts to be hearn. So I nods.

He starts off by explaining that this be a modern age we be living in with stream lining, jet propulshion and television. He allows that we must be modern and keep up with this high-speed age or fall by the wayside. Then he allows that he has driv that road awl of a dozen times and 75 is perfectly safe for him on account he knows the road so good.

I thot back to Publick Speaking 1 and 2, which I took along with Frank Wallis, Milt Hart, Eddie MacNamee and other worthies, and begun very soft.

First I told him he must be tolerant of us simple uneddicated country folks what hadn't had the chanst to travel and meet stimulating personalities like what he had.

Then I shifted gears and explained that as far as knowing that road was concerned, my Grandpaw driv over it freighting with oxen. My Old Man driv down that stretch with everything from a hoss and buggy to a Caddy. Me, I had ushered all types from a 2-lung Maxwell to a Lincoln zipper along that cement. I had rid everything over, from a tricycle to a Bonneville Indian with big pipe, and flown 4 different kinds of planes personal over same.

I had helped pick lip the remainders of quite a few of the 75-mile boys and in fact had slipped in more busted brains, out on that road, than he had in his hed and if he didn't have the $14.70 on him f would accept the spare tire, Leica camera or watch, If he did not have same, there is jobs open at the County Farm, haying at 50 cents per diem credit on the fine.

I wisht Prof. Utterback could of hearn that speech, f would of got a cold A.

And f wisht some of you legal lights could of ben there, f would of ordered him to retain counsil to pertect his intrests and after he was picked clean we would of held a mild re-union.