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a street sweeping truck, a new one. He would
not read the book and when he got to his destination he
found that he had had the brushes sweeping all the time
and he had worn them out. I don't want you wrecking the
road from here to Verdun,"
Fingering through the book I soon had the engine
running. It made a roar like a plane taking off. Gingerly
I let in the clutch and the mammoth machine lumbered
out of the shed and on to what had once been a runway.
I drove up and down a few times to become accustomed

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to the machine's controls, and as I turned to go back to
the shed a German Police car drove up. A policeman got
out, a savage looking fellow who appeared as if he had just
shed the Gestapo badge. "You are driving that without
an attendant," he barked.
"Attendant?" I thought, "Does he think I need a
keeper?" I drove up alongside him. "Well, what is the
trouble with you?" I shouted. "This is private property.
Get off!" To my utter surprise he did! He got in his car
and just drove outside the grounds.
The American walked over to him. "What's biting you,
Bud?" he said.
"I have come to tell you that that machine can only be
driven on the roads when accompanied by an attendant
on the back to watch for overtaking traff