Manuscripts/Mixed Material [A Dirty Trick on the Little Horse]
“No taxi cab, private car or any other sort of light-weight conveyance has the slightest business disputin' the right-of-way, or who shall go first with one of them damn ‘mogul motor’ trucks— That is the name I call them, and 'tis a good name for them, for they can be as dangerous as one of them big ‘mogul’ railroad locomotives would be if it decided to run on the street or highway instead of on the steel rails where it properly belongs...
“For a little car to go up against one of them in a collision is like it would be for a feather-weight amateur to get in the way of Joe Louis or Tony Gallento; one good smack and it is all over except gatherin' up the human and other fragments and clearin' the street of the wreckage.
“But distasteful and bad as they are they are necessary. People have become so numerous in New York that trucks with strength enough to carry four or five tons of potatoes or flour or beer or what have ye, and with power enough to do it fast were just as unavoidable as it was to keep little buildings from being torn down and big ones built on the spot where the little ones had been.
“They are here and there is nothing that can be done about it, and I am not complainin' even if I do get homesick sometimes for Jerry and the old horse-truck.
“Since 'tis necessary to have big trucks to move big loads and do it in a damn big hurry, accidents will happen in spite of hell.
“Some of the trucks are bound to go haywire once in a while; or their drivers will go to sleep, or get drunk, or get to payin' attention to some girl on the sidewalk instead of keepin' their eyes and their minds on the job for which they are hired—which