The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-11-13
by c. Ii. CLAUDY.


Don't forget TO put the spare tire on.
Jack; we might have a puneture, you
know
II was almost time TO start, and Mrs.
Runs Her-Own-Car was taking party Of
ladies up the Conduit road for a Sunday s
outing and dinner al the Falls
Now. what on earth would you do
with a spare tire. if you did get a pune
ture?" said her husband. laughingiy.
You couldn't change a tire. or mend It
if you could change it. TO save your life"'
Mrs Runs HeF-Own-Car looked at her
husband witheringly. I'D like to know
why not she said. We are not half
so feeble as you think US Are We. girls?'
A chorus OF support greeted the state
ment Though I don't know a thing
about tires" one OF the party confessed
as they rolled away and doubt If Mrs.
Runs Her-O wn-Car does, either"
But the feminine hands which worked
the wheel and levers so skillfully belong
ed to a modern woman automobiles. a
few years ago and the only women who
drove ears were those who could afford
to keep and carry with them a chauffeur
for such emergencies. The idea OF adj
justing a carbureter or changing a tire
with her own white hands would never
have occurred TO her. To-day it is dif-
ferent Instead OF claiming his car will
never need repairs or adjustment, the
manufacturer now instructs his agent 20
tell purchasers. man or woman, just how
car is 10 be cared for. The modern
woman driver, while she may not attempt
Ito grind her own valves or put in a new
spring by herself, is as competent 20
make a small repair or attend 10 minor
adjustments as her husband. and Mrs
Runs Her-Own-Car was no exception to
the rule.
when the Tire Went Flat.
SO that when three miles beyond Cabin
John Bridge a Kissing noise and a bump
or two told of a fat lire. and a consterna-
ton party gathered around the halted and
disabled machine. there was at least one
woman in the party who didn't spend
/ time wondering whether she could walk
back without running her shoes and feet
mo; 1 never have changed a tire yes
l know how" No: 1t isn't hard" Yes
we can all help" Yes; il takes some time
/ but time doesn't matter to an automobile p
What Oh that's one of Jacks stories
/ 1t seems he was down South one time
and Kentucky mountaineer used Il
/ let his hogs run wild, and when II came
| feeding time. he had TO go out and find
/ them and chase them home. Up my
way. said Jack. they pen the hogs up.
/ What for?' said the mountaineer. SAVES
] a
Of the mountains, What's time TO g
hog?'
/ The laughter which greeted this story
was what Mrs. Runs-Her-Own-Cai
wanted
Now. then, girls" she said. we get
busy. First we want the jack out of tbs
! tonneau seat" Willing hands took ou
the cushions and the jack was found.
Getting ont the Tools.
Carrie" said Mrs. R-H-O-C. find &
little piece Of wood to go under the
jack so it won't scar the frame. Alice
the tire tools are In that yellow box Jen,
ME. get a new inner tube from the othei
side Of the rear seat; they're wrapped
up in brown paper. And there's a pump
there. too; we want that and the com
pressed air cylinder. though don't know
how much there is in it.
The ladies obeyed promptly. II was Z
lark. when some one else shouldered tn
! responsibility. Then they set to work
under the direction of Mrs iR-H-O-C. TIL,
jack was put in position. the car havinl
been run 10 one side of the road, ant
a spall piece of wood placed on top o
| the lift rod, so that II wou'ant scratcl
the enamel from the axle when it worked
The little wooden handle was inserted
and Mrs. R-H-O-C began pumping at TIT
jack
Please" said the lady called Carrie
what are you doing?"
Lifting the car up said Mrs. RHO
c. $50 the wheel can turn and so we
can get at 1t"
Lifting the car up" cried Carrie
why, how on earth can you FIND
| strength for that?"
1T doesn't take any strength to speal
Of" said Mrs. R-H-O-C. TRY it. Tn.
strength is in the jack Nothing there {
child couldn't do. Men think they art
the only ones who can do anything
The Nall that Did the Damage.
The axle raised so the wheel revolved
and the puncture was speedily found
Mrs. R-H-O-C turned the wheel. glove,
protecting her hands. until she found
bright, large nailhead. See, girls" sh,
said, here's the intruder that did TIT
damage Hand me the pliers. some one
philosophers? What in the name o
goodness are pliers?"
These, stupid" said Mrs. R-H-O-C
getting them.
OH Well. why didn't you sa
pincers. them"
! They do work just as well by an.