Call it roadside texting in the days before social media, or even personal computers. As a kid I found it to be a welcome distraction while sitting in the backseat of whatever Ford car my parents were driving at the time. In 1962, I was 11 years old and rode 1500 miles to the Seattle World’s Fair (in a little Ford Falcon) and then farther, on our meandering trip back to Nebraska. Signs like this helped break the monotony of the travel. I remember several of them such as:
Statistics Prove—Near and Far—That Folks—Who Drive—Like Crazy—Are
His Bristles Scratched—The Cookie’s Mat—That’s What Made—Poor Ginger Snap
Spring Has Sprung—and Grass Has Ris—Where Last Year’s—Careless Driver Is
Don’t Pass—On Curve Or Hill—If The Cops—Don’t Get You—Morticians Will
He Saw the Train—And Tried To Duck It—Kicked First The Gas—Then The Bucket
Her Chariot Raced—At 80 Per—They Hauled Away—What Had—Ben Hur
A Man A Miss—A Car A Curve—He Kissed The Miss—And Missed—The Curve
For a complete list of Burma Shave signs, see: http://burma-shave.org/jingles/
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