Burbank Junior High School - Wizard Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE NEWSPAPER REPORT OP MY ACCIDENT The summer I was twelve years old, we lived in Gooding, Idaho on a farm two and one-half miles from town. We had forty acres of land in alfalfa and, as we needed two t earns, we hired two horses from Mr. Moore. He had a small place and didn’t need the team very much at the time. The horses’ names were Prince” and Jerry . They were dappled gray, weighing about eighteen hundred pounds each. I had driven them almost every day while we were put- ting up hay, so I was accustomed to driving them. When the owner sold them, he wanted me to drive them to town for him. I left home about eight o ' clock in the morning. Every- thing -went all right until I was crossing the railroad track in town when suddenly they began to run. As they were not going very fast, I let them go for a block; then I tried to slow down, but they gained speed rapidly, in spite of all I could do. Nothing would have happened had it not been for the tongue’s coming down. One horse jumped over it and broke it off short, leaving nothing to guide the front wheels. It was getting exciting and it was not long before things began to happen. The tire came off of the right front wheel and, with nothing to protect the wood, the felloe be- gan to break out, leaving the wheel to run on the spokes. I was near the curb on the left side- of Main Street

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3 POOR PROmTIE H Don ' t you know dear child, :: said Mama Monkey to Brown ie s I think you ■ would he prettier if you were wh i t e ! 51 Suddenly, she spied a Bucket of wh it e paint, v wh ich one of the sailers had left on the deck. She seized the Brush covered with white paint. Then she held Brownie By the shoul der„ And soon Brown- i e wa s wh i t e from his head to the tip of his tail. d idn 1 t off the in the feel Beaut if ul-- part icularly paint— — and. at c e rw a r d s wh e n t h e turpentine ' . Poor Brownie! You look B eau- tiful,” |jaid Mama Monkey. • But Brownie when he tried to lick r- ail or gave him ahath Gum Sho a7 ’ 0

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whe n one horse tried to go on either side of a ford, which was standing in front of a real estate office. I pulled hard on the right line. All the wagon did to it, was to tend one fender, knock the huh -cap off, and leave yellow paint on the tl re . The wagon narrowly escaped overturning ; one could see ty the tracks that it had gone around the car on two wheels. Just before I got to fourth Street the spokes caught under the box and lifted the back end off of the hind wheels. As it did so, I fell between the side boards and the bottom of the box. The side board came down on my ankle and I was hanging in that position when some one caught the horses and stopped them The first thing I remember was that the doctor was looking at my ankle and the crowd was trying to tell me I was killed; my ankle was just sprained and was all right in a few days. The blacksmith fixed up what was left of the wagon and the harness maker repaired the harness, and the buyer bought the team, wagon and harness. Mr. Moore wished he had taken the team to town himself. The newspaper account was brief, just stating that a runaway had occurred at nine-thirty in which the wagon was somewhat broken and the youthful driver was thrown out but not seriously hurt. Merrill Devore B9 n