Word: autoist
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...accidents are happily rare, but they do happen, and can be partly attributed to the confusion caused by a medley of traffic lanes. Around the subway kiosk the constant presence of parked cabs, and the buses and street cars which stop there, make it an especially dangerous point. The autoist himself is in an unenviable position. Having voluntarily relinquished the use of an auto because of its inevitable annoyances at Harvard, I can speak for both motorist and pedestrian on this point...
...Junior Senator from Alabama- Junior, that is, to the Hon. James Thomas ("Tom Tom") Heflin-appeared in Washington traffic court last week because his automobile had been in collision. He pointed to the other collisionist, one Oliver H. Austin, and said, "That is the man." Result: $200 fine for Autoist Austin for hit-&-running. Police in Phoenix City, Ala. observed an automobile behaving peculiarly at midnight, suspected autointoxication, arrested the occupants, found allegedly three bottles of home brew. One B. M. Haines was charged with driving while intoxicated the automobile of James Thomas Heflin, junior-junior, that...
...been forced by a faulty spark plug to volplane to earth near Nuneaton. Deftly he skimmed beneath a high tension line carrying 6,000 volts. Then he discovered that he had no wrench with which to repair his motor. Vexed, he walked three miles until he found an autoist who loaned him a suitable wrench. His plane repaired, he sped to Manchester and civic glory. Meanwhile a Manchester crowd, informed by telephone of the contretemps, burst into incredulous laughter, refused for some minutes to believe that the great hero-airman of Britain could have come to grief...
...change along the highways can hardly be estimated. When long lines of malted cows no longer straggle across the deep-blue meadow, the autoist may find line to admire the bovine sedateness of the brirdled cow. When the sad white pup ceases to moan up into the victrola, when the tire twins stop rubbing their eyes and get to bed, when that inexecrably good-looking rounder stops boasting of the mile he never walked, when the world has used up all that good gulf gasoline, then the tired eyes of city dwellers may no longer be tortured by the garish...