. The Saturday evening post. y carriages and small boys on bicyclesin direct opposition to my will; and stubbornly refused togo into high without grinding its teeth in prehensile rage—was conquered. I could drive without killing either thepedestrians, myself or the engine; and this amazing fact,gradually merging into a form of subconscious activity,opened up a new world to me. Gradually I came to realize that I could not and time took on new proportions. For instance,I always used to walk the five blocks to the PeriscopePicture Palace, but after I got the car—nothing stirring,exc
. The Saturday evening post. y carriages and small boys on bicyclesin direct opposition to my will; and stubbornly refused togo into high without grinding its teeth in prehensile rage—was conquered. I could drive without killing either thepedestrians, myself or the engine; and this amazing fact,gradually merging into a form of subconscious activity,opened up a new world to me. Gradually I came to realize that I could not and time took on new proportions. For instance,I always used to walk the five blocks to the PeriscopePicture Palace, but after I got the car—nothing stirring,except on four wheels! As for going downtown on foot, oreven over to Cousin Marys on Ninety-sixth—well, whatdoes a person have a car for anyway? On Sundays, holidays and election days, instead offerrying over to the Palisades and walking ten miles or less,as we used to before we could afford not to, we got out the bus and crowdedour way into theprocession whichpacked the mainroad to themost expensive(Continued onPage 108). If You Have Ever Tried to feel at YourEase and Cosmopolitan, Doing a Greek Dance Under the Instruction of a Russian Dancer, You Will Sympathize 11 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 15,1920 D >]F(B(mIk th<&
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