ONE THING LEFT.
"I don't know what the world'i coming to !" growled the young man seated in the corner of the compartment. He somehow thought it looked big to be continually finding fault with things generally. "Talk about individual rights, where are they ?" The other passengers were apparently content to listen, so the youth continued : "If I walk on the footpath, I get jammed between a couple of perambulators ; if I attempt to cross the street, some idiot of a cyclist is bound to imperil his worthless neck and my limbs by arranging a collision ; if I travel by tram or bus, I can't choose my company ; if I took to swimming to and from the oflice, some idiot in a boat would brain me with an oar ; if I could fly But what's the good of talking ? I wonder if there's one single, solitary thing I could do without fear of molestation ?" "'Yes," replied aj burly navvy opposite,; "you might die, young 'un !"
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King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 577, 18 June 1913, Page 2
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164ONE THING LEFT. King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 577, 18 June 1913, Page 2
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