“Sir, — I thank you for your invitation for me to join the illustrious band of ‘Mothers of Five’, ‘Constant Readers’, ‘Pro Bono Publicans’ and their numerous kin. I am not normally a writer of letters to the editor, but this is a special occasion for the district, this appearance of a reliable newspaper of our own; and as it happens, I do have a little peculiarity that I might well get off my chest. I have Klaxonitis. I cannot bear the driver who uses his horn as a drover uses his stockwhip, to make pedestrians leap for safety whether they have the right of way or not.
“A pedestrian has as much right to the road as any motorist, perhaps more right, for the public roads are the Queen’s highways whereon her subjects have the right to come and go on their lawful occasions without let or hindrance—or noisy threats. To be blasted at by the arrogant Klaxon of some lout of a motorist makes me furious, and gives me that defenceless feeling.
“One of these days I am going to equip myself with a pocket electric horn of considerable power, so that when an unwarranted beep! beep! challenges my right to walk the streets in safety I shall be able to beep! beep! lustily back — and carry on.”