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The Passing Scene
The passing scene of highway history is not a pleasant one. It is littered With the accumulated wreckage of fifty years of accidents. It is strewn with the bodies of more than a /million killed. Among its population it numbers 40 to 45 million persons who have been injured. Its economic waste soars in the billions.
And around the bend of the future, this scene is even more ghastly to contemplate. At the present rate, it should take only half the time to accomplish the same violence, destruction and carnage.
Each year, we stand at a milestone of the passing scene and total up the grim score. We have seen dirt roads become roaring super-highways. We have seen automobiles grow from one-lunged toys to giants of more than 200 horsepower. We have (seen the safety crusade grow from a few slogans of admonition to a mighty outpouring of warning facts and figures, pictures and articles, slogans and speeches.
(But each year, we have seen the careless and the heedless rush by to destruction; the family outing turn into a mass tragedy; the speeding tourist taking a trip to nowhere; the party-goer dashirfg home to a life of pain. Out of the cold record of statistics we have tried each year to recreate the human beings whose last look at the passing scene was one of ultimate terror. The head-on collision, the curve missed, the blinding glare of undimmed headlights, the scream of brakes at an intersection, the helpless skid on wet pavement.
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