Back during the dusty, tire-patching era of the Pope-Hartford and the Apperson Jackrabbit, the average U.S. citizen seldom got behind an automobile wheel without secretly feeling a little like a man climbing aboard a racing camel or a Mallet locomotive. In the years since, he has gone right on believing that only his innate coolness, intelligence and mechanical aptitude have enabled him to remain the master of the gas buggy. But last week Northwestern University's Traffic Institute had news for him.
High-grade morons (with a mental age of between ten and twelve years),...
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