SPZWZ peraitr Official Organ Of the Slavonic Benevolent Order Of The State Of Texas, Founded 1897. BENEVOLENCE
VOLUME 57 — NO. 26
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Postmaster: Please Send Form 3579 with Undeliverable Copies to; SUPREME LODGE SPJST, FOB 100, TEMPLE, TEX 76501
JUNE 25, 1969
FROM THE EDITOR'S DESK Our members' attention is directed to the report from Financial Secretary Ben Zabcik entitled: "Refund of Premiums" in this issue. It's rather important, so read it carefully. Your editor almost refrained from publishing the following words, however, with vacation time here and the Fourth of July holidays in the offing, if this article will, in some way, save a life it is worth it. • • THAT FATAL SECOND For sonic years, research people, especially at Cornell University and the University of California, have been studying auto crashes. It may give you cause to meditate over your own driving habits once you know in detail what happens during those deadly tenths of a second when an automobile at 55 miles an hour is crashing into a solid tree. It doesn't take you long to die in these circumstances. In the first tenth of that fatal second, your front bumper and grill collapse. In the second tenth of a second, your hood crumples, rises, strikes the windshield; spinning rear wheels rise from the ground. Fenders begin wrapping themselves around the tree. Car frame is braked powerfully, but your body is still moving at 55 miles an hour.
TO ALL WHO WRITE ... OR EDIT . OR PRINT The typographical error is a slippery thing and sly. You can hunt it till you are dizzy, but it somehow will get by. Till the forms are off the presses, it is strange how still it sleeps; It shirks down in a corner, and it never stirs or peeps, That lypographical error, too small for human eyes, Till the ink is on the palm when it grows to mountain size. The boss just stares With horror, then he grabs his hair and groans; The copy reader drone his head upon his hands and moans. The remainder of the issue may be clean as clean can be, But that typographical error is the only thing people see. —Anon. Instinctively, you stiffen your legs for the jolt, but they snap at the knee joints. During the third tenth-second, your torso leaves the seat. Broken knees rain into the dashboard; The steering wheel begins to collapse, the steering column drives toward your chest. In the deadly second's fourth tenth, the car's front, two feet are totally demolished but the rear end still is
coming on at 35 miles an hour. You are still doing 55. Half a ton of motor plunges into the tree. The car's rear rises as high as the tree's branches. In the fifth tenth, you are impaled on the steering column. Blood spurting into your lungs. In the sixth tenth, the force of impact has built up so that your feet are ripped out of tightly fastened shoes. The brake pedal shears off. The car frame buckles in the middle. Your head bangs into the windshield. The rear wheels, still spinning, fall back to earth. And in the seventh tenth of the second, the whole car body is distorted. Hinges rip. Doors open. The seat flails loose, striking you from behind. But it doesn't Matter. You are already dead. You aren't around to experience the final three tenths of this horrible second. And, of course, neither are your passengers. They have succumbed to their own troubles. Think it over, If your car needs repairs, try to get the best mechanic around to handle the job — someone you know by reputation and experience. If you're having eye trouble, see an eye specialist. Your family doctor can
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