They have gorgeous funerals in Rangoon, the capital of Burmah, India. When a rich Burman is buried, for instance, the funeral processions might be compared to the street parade of some circus. First comes a kind of ballet of Burmese in bright colored silks, dancing the wildest kinds of contortions, anything but graceful. Next there is the hearse, drawn by several black horses. Oddly enough, in some cases it will be a huge black English hearse with attendants in black and white girdles, instead of the usual gaudy Burmese hearse, with its models of dancers and race horses. Following this a brass band will blare out some lively tune, to which the ballet can dance, the whole being about as appropriate to the solemnities of such an occasion as would be dirge to enliven a bridge-whist party.

Stringing along after the band will be a mile more or less , of ox-carts with quaint tops of colored matting, each crowded with "gay mourners" who are provided with no end of refreshments. A big Burman in brilliant pink silk and carrying a large fan usually plays the part of master of ceremonies, his chief duty being to see that all are happy. As companion he will have a muscular chap bearing a huge case of bottle containing drinks for the whole party: Luckily, since dead men tell no tales, it is also true that they find no fault; and so these grotesque funerals are never interrupted by the box occupants in whose honor the spectacles are arranged.

Day after day the modern juggernauts sweep though our crowded streets, claiming their human victims without a hand effectually raised in protest. The other day in Chicago a young and talented girl, just budding into womanhood, on her way to the high school where she was soon to finish her work to fit her for life's duties, was suddenly hurled to the pavement and her crushed and bleeding body hardly removed before life was extinct.

The coroner's jury exonerated the driver of the automobile. Perhaps the verdict was legally correct. It was an accident. But humanity cries out against the conditions that make such accidents possible.

Certain kinds of accidents have occurred in the past that today are impossible because the conditions under which such accidents could occur have been eliminated.

The locomotive engineer, when he has a warning signal of danger, is required to have his engine under perfect control. This means that he can proceed only at such speed that when the danger is realized his engine can be brought to almost an instant stop, and this on a private right of way.

Why are these life destroying engines allowed to use the crowded public highways at a sped absolutely beyond the control of the operator, and our newspapers publishing the death list of their victims day after day.

A speed limit law consistent with safety and the strict enforcement of that law is the only remedy.