BY ANDREW W. LOUDON
Here lies the body of William Dunn,
Who failed to finish his madcap run;
Busting a tire, his car gave a swerve
And plunged him to death at a danger curve.
In mem'ry of an unknown one,
Son of the realm of the setting sun;
A stranger, unmourned, bereft of life,
Through the mad onrush of senseless strife.
To the mem'ry of our only son.
Who failed to drive as he should have done;
Sadly we mourn a double loss,
Our only son and our daughter Floss.
"Here lies the body of William Jay,
Who died maintaining his right of way;
He was right, dead right, as he sped along;
He's just as dead as if he'd been wrong."
Friends, have a care, be calm in your mind,
Taking no chance, though you fall behind;
Heed not the snub, the derisive laugh,
'T is better by half than your epitaph.
Troy Times. August 29, 1923: 6 col 2.