One Hears
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Not only when people wish it.
Of " management " misnamed.
That. 1917 will in fact bring peace.
That transport is as transport does.
Of eight-cylinder engines for motorbuses.
That one may whistle for a taxi—very often. That a peace dove looks ill in vulture's feather3.
That to appear cheap is better than to be cheap.
That petrol will be down to lid, a gallon for 1918.
Of uprooted spare railway tracks going to France.
That fog is more than usually unwelcome just now.
That. it's still as hard to keep drivers as to get them.
That the tube trains will soon have to be lengthened again.
That the L.G.B. Committee's report is now being
drafted.
That the German freebootiug army in Rumania is bootless.
Of the agent's coming emancipation commercial motorially.
Of good wishes to the" CAL" at every M.T.,
A.S.C., mess.
That the German Emperor's real complaint is Kaiser-right-is.
That Constantine might well be rechristened " Constant-turn."
That not every motor works gets its labour per W.D. chassis below £100.
That. the U.S.A. appears to have produced a remarkable petrol substitute.
That starting on coal-gas is increasingly seen to have advantages, apart from running on it.
That too many car users already have forgotten that it. is illegal to buy or supply petrol except on licence.
That the problem of excess profits will before long be. replaced by that of excess wages in some industries.
That there will be some important new makers of motorcars in Great Britain when matters become normal again.
That there are many fresh reasons for giving credence to the statement that "Germany is hanging on by her eyebrows."
That 240,000,000 gallons of petrol and benzole together will be used in the U.K. during the first twelve nionths after the conclusion of peace.
That local users of motorbuses in the area, of the Abingdon R.D.C. are already grumbling about the withdrawal of the vehicles from their one-time routes.
(With acknowledgments to the Christmas Number of Blighty,")
Yer trudging along, what they calls a road, Somewhere in France ;• Yer feels something pass, yer can't see wet, Don't get no chance. Yer 'ears a honk, but all yer see's A lot o' dust.
An' arter yer crawls up outer the ditch, The thing is cussed! An' yer 'opes that in 'is own dust choke, The motor bloke.
There's times when a rattle like a train Is wot yer 'ears, An' through a 'edge to the nearest field Yer course yer steers. It's up to you to get off the earth. Yer thinks it's rough ; But for blooming lorries there ain't no road 'Arf big enough ; An' yer opcs that in 'is own dust c'll choke, The motor bloke.
He's a useful sort o' coon in 'is way, 'Cause in 'is 'bus Our letters' an' bully, an' jam, each day 'E brings to us. An' often the bloke with the motor-bike 'E has to take Urgent dispatches through shell-swept roads For Tommy's sake. So in Woodbines 'is 'ealth we'll smoke, The motor bloke. W. BriAnstAtic (3rd Hussars).