"BILL" RISKS HIS LIFE.

Sun (Christchurch), Volume VII, Issue 2018, 3 August 1920, Page 6

"BILL" RISKS HIS LIFE.

LINWOOD.

To the Editor of THE SUN. Sir, —I don ’t like squeaking before I am hurt or poking my nose into other people's business, but don't you think that the City Council, or Dr Thacker, or the Prohibition League, should take steps to make Manchester, Street a bit safer for poor blokes like me. My boss turns me loose from work at 5 p.m., and then I try to do my duty and make for home like a law-abiding citizen. In crossing the road it is a treat. As I step off the road a “tin lizzie” squeaks like a wounded goose; I jump under the noses of a couple of horses as badly scared as 1 am; I get clear, then a couple of taxis roar past, doing about 25 per hour (dinkum); I shiver and make a rush for the path—no luck, a few more cars. Gee! they are in a hurry. Well, 1 get the footpath at last, and scratch my head, risking the splinters. Then I want something to steady ray nerves. I hop info a pub. to get it. All’s well that ends well, but it daesn't. My missus says if I come home with a smell of drink about me again she will quit. All that misery because mptor-drivers are in such an all-lired hurry at train-time. Straight, sir, don’t you think they should take things a little more steadily'. —I am, etc., BILL THE NAVVY.