(_After William Watson_)
I do not, in the crowded street
Of cab and "'bus" and mire,
Nor in the country lane so sweet,
Hope to escape thy tyre.
One boon, oh, scorcher, I implore,
With one petition kneel,
At least abuse me not before
Thou break me on thy wheel.
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Illustration: A motorist wishes to point out the very grave danger this
balloon-scorching may become, and suggests a speed limit be made before
things go too far.
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