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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 3, Issue 8 (December 1, 1928)

Chapter IV

Chapter IV.

Unfortunately for the salesman with the secotine complex, it happened to be the potholey season in the main highway trade.

Notwithstanding the ingenuity of the car salesman in reducing the bumps per gallon to a minimum, it was quite evident that with each succeeding bump Mrs. Gladbury's bump of motor car antipathy expanded accordingly.

“Pretty rough road,” said the car salesman, in extenuation of the crime.

“I thought it was the car,” said Mrs. Gladbury.

“Oh, no,” said the salesman; “it's the potholes. “It's difficult to keep out of them.”

“Still,” said Mrs. Gladbury, “the car hasn't missed many.”

“The trouble is,” said the salesman, “the roads are far too flimsy for the motors.”

“Or, perhaps,” suggested Mrs. Gladbury, “the cars are too flimsy for the roads.”

The car salesman could now see that the pothole question was going to have a most disturbing effect on the sale of the “Tipemup,” so he said: “You won't notice the potholes so much on the return journey.”

“I'm sure I shan't,” rejoined Mrs. Gladbury.