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and no matter if it was 50 miles an hour, unless he was chased 

 an eighth of a mile at a speed limit of 12 miles an hour, he could 

 go into court and say that he was within his legal rate of speed, 

 and the court would say to the officer, " Prove that he was not." 

 'Now, it is up to the officer to arrest him if he thinks the man was 

 running dangerously. It is up to the court to say whether or 

 not he was. The officer is through with his responsibility when he 

 makes the arrest. It is necessary that all these things be written 

 down in the statutes to prove anybody guilty of anything. In 

 Hartford there was an intoxicated man driving a car. An ofBcer's 

 attention was called to this man, but he refused to interfere. In 

 an hour this drunken man ran down and killed a man. Now, it 

 says plainly in our law that no intoxicated person shall drive a ear. 

 What good does it do for an ofBcer to make an arrest under a speed 

 law? There are so many more who can talk about this matter 

 better than I can, that I will say no more about the subject. I 

 think it is pretty well covered, except from the view point of some 

 city automobilists. 



A year ago I was down in New York and went to the automobile 

 show, and while walking around was solicited to subscribe for a 

 motor magazine. One of the principal arguments was that it 

 told all about the laws. I asked about the Connecticut law, and 

 they began to explain about it. To tell the truth, I did not recog- 

 nize the Connecticut law from their explanation. They say that 

 farmers have "bucolic" minds. Now, I took a little pains to 

 look that up and see what it means. It says a "pastoral poem." 

 Am I a pastoral poem ? It also says " humorous, a Joke." That 

 reminds me of a story of a city man who did not know what else 

 to do, so he started a country paper, and in it he undertook to tell 

 how to pick out a good cow. Several years afterward one of his 

 subscribers wrote to him to come and see him, so he went. He was 

 driving along, and he asked of this friend who lived in the country, 

 " What kind of an animal is that over in that pasture ? " " Why, 

 that is a cow," said his friend. 



Now, in regard to raising money, I am a plain man and never 

 had any public experience. I live in a little town which covers 

 about 5 square miles, with 720 inhabitants. When I went there, 

 there had not been a sale of real estate made in years. All the 

 business the town clerk did was to record mortgages and judgments. 

 There was not a place in the town outside of some half dozen home- 

 steads that you could not buy. In fact, I bought a place at a 

 foreclosure sale. The man said, " All I want is my money." I 



