Motorist
Eleanor Roosevelt, who had dozed at the wheel of her new Lincoln sedan, came out of a three-way smashup with her appearance changed a bit but her sense of humor intact. Bowling down to Manhattan from Hyde Park she had crossed the white line, smacked one car headon, sideswiped another. Four people besides herself were bunged up. "I myself am quite well," she reported promptly in her column, "though for some time I shall look as though I had been in a football game without having taken any training. My eyes are black...
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