It was Billy Guild's bobsleigh--
and the town's joy. Once snow
veneered the streets
with a thick layer
of white gloss,
he harnessed horse to runners
and glided the streets
with North School children
waving, safe in straw.
All were welcome except rowdies
who threw stones at the horses.
It was Billy Guild's wagon--
and the town's moving company.
When the first little
Presbyterian Church was 103 years old,
Billy rolled it up to 802 N. Vail
where it was resurrected as a gym.
He regularly hoisted houses onto logs
and hauled them to new locations.
The children loved the wee former farmer
with the dancing blue eyes
for their gym
and their sleigh-belled rides.
They collected their pennies
and bought him warm gloves.
Steve Csanadi did the family driving
while yet a young teen.
Gottlieb's Schneberger's thirteen-year-old daughter
drove his seven passenger "Schacht"
with electric lights and self starter
all over town--to the envy of her schoolmates.
Cars were the new technology
of the century's teens,
and early century teens took to them
as their grandchildren would take to computers,
leaving the old folk behind.
As the kids left behind the Arlington fruit dealer
who was so frightened of his first car ride,
according to chronicler Daisy Daniels,
that he hung on trembling
and begged to be taken home.
Speed limit was ten miles an hour
on business streets,
and twenty in the country.