The Ladies Captured First Three Places In Star’s Annual Traffic Gripe Contest
Over 1,000 Entries Were Received
The ladies waltzed off with the case in our third annual Traffic Gripe Contest.
They placed one-two-three in the grand prize list, with Mrs. W. T. Wiley, of 1514 N. Jefferson Ave., winning the grand prize of $50 for her peeve about:
“No signal . . . no arm . . . no mind, I guess
“He done what he wants and to heck with the rest.”
Second grand prize winner is Mrs. Perry Kincheloe, a housewife, of 4445 N. Flowing Wells road, who wrapped up a whole lot of peeves in an 11-line verse that the judges said was worth $25 cash.
Third prize went to Mrs. Elsie Warburton, of Tumacacori, a graduate nurse whose husband teaches school at Calabasas. Her gripe was about the motorists who speed heedlessly through pedestrian lanes. She won $15 cash.
Fourth prize winner is J. E. Kyle, of 1404 E. Silver, an instructor at Tucson high school. He collected five pounds of Folgers for his Saga of Daring Dan.
We received more than 1,000 gripes, all of which were carefully scanned by our veteran judging team of Capt. Frank Keefe, of the Tucson Police Dept., Lt. B. D. Velasco, of the Arizona Highway Patrol, and Undersheriff Art Grande. They selected the winners in the four-week contest which saw $300 in case and more than 75 pounds of Folgers coffee distributed.
Co-sponsors of the contest for the third year were Catalina Post 4903 of the Veterans of Foreign Wars and its auxiliary.
Ed Quinn, service officer of Catalina post, and one of the originators of Traffic Gripes, served as contest coordinator for the third time.
Here are the grand prize winning gripes:
THE $50 WINNER
“I sit in a side street, waiting to cross—
I guess I’m a stone who’ll gather some moss—
‘Cause a string of cars are swishing past
And then a slow one, he’s the last.
Hope he passes before the other
Line gets here—Oh brother! …
Hurry up! I want to go—
Why do you have to be so slow?
Here he is—Oh, glory be,
He’s turning into the street WITH me.
No signal—no arm—no mind, I guessed,
He’s done what he wants and to heck with the rest.”
Mrs. W. T. Wiley
1514 N. Jefferson Ave.
THE $25 WINNER
“Sure, the dimwits driving on High Beam,
The ‘gunner boys’ who speed from the scene,
The Slow Poke, who down the middle rides,
The kids who hang out windows on both sides,
All tend to make driving a venture most risky,
But … they all take a back seat to the driver full of whiskey,
To my way of thinking,
Our judges should say,
‘No license for you and to jail for a stay.
Time out from your drinking …
For a year and a day’.”
Mrs. Perry Kincheloe
4445 N. Flowing Wells Rd.
THE $15 WINNER
“My pet peeve is the guy who doesn’t even slow down, but breezes by me when I have stopped at a cross walk to give a pedestrian the right of way.
“If someone were hurt, I would feel partly responsible, and it would be small consolation to know that I had acted within the law and been prompted by courtesy.”
Saga of Daring Dan
“A toast to my old pal, Daring Dan,
That rambling, reckless, road hog man,
Whenever he got behind a wheel
His brain went numb but his nerves were steel.
He’d pass on your left; he’d pass on your right;
He’d jump the gun at every light,
And I’ve often heard that he’s been seen,
When two cars passed, to pass between!
Whate’er betide, he must be first—
Alas! Poor Dan was lately hearsed.
I’m taking a wreath to my old pal’s grave
After one too many a narrow shave!”
J. E. Kyle
1404 E. Silver St.