Word: cyclists
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Another Annex cyclist suffered a head cut and possibly a mild concussion just after 1 p.m. when her bicycle skidded on Massachusetts Avenue near Waterhouse Street. Lola M. Lloyd '62, who was knocked unconscious for a few minutes, said afterwards, "I don't know whether I slipped on a trolley track or was hit by a car; but I think my wheel just got caught in a wet track...
There are hazards to the cyclists which exist as a result of inconsistent traffic and parking regulation enforcement as well: Double-parking, which is rampant, forces the cyclist to swerve out into the street into the traffic. This is particularly bad on Massachusetts Avenue near Plympton Street and further out towards Porter Square in the neighborhood of Sacremento Street. The "twenty feet from the island" regulation is not enforced and this again causes a severe and hazardous bottleneck. Finally, the idiot who opens his car door into traffic is a menace both to himself and to others...
Died. Henry Farman, 84, Englishman who became one of the first flying Frenchmen (99 ft. in 1907), champion cyclist, auto racer, painter, planemaker, first man to fly a heavier-than-air machine over New York City (1908); of a heart ailment; in Paris. In 1908 Farman won the 50,000-franc Deutsch-Archdeacon Prize by flying (in a closed circle) the first kilometer-in-air over Europe, nine months later made the first city-to-city flight, a hop of 17 miles from Chålons-sur-Marne to Reims. One of the first designers to utilize such basic devices...
...arrogance, but in devotion so great that it amounted to identification. One day last fortnight, as he drove into Jerusalem, a wasp flew in the window of Argov's car and stung him on the eyelid. Argov lost control of the wheel and knocked down a cyclist. At the hospital he blanched when the doctor told him the cyclist, a father of four, might not live...
Next morning Argov did not appear at the ministry to receive the message that the cyclist was out of danger. Friends broke into his flat, found him sitting at his desk, dead. There was a bullet wound in his temple; by his side, letters to the police and Ben-Gurion. "To my deep regret." said the note to the police, "I cannot bear living in the circumstances which have occurred. I imagine I have some friends who will be sorry for what I am going to do. I beg them not to be angry. I am not worthy...