Bisbee daily review., 1917-09-02
AND A LITTLE CHILD
 SHALL LEAD THEM

The newspaper man and his fiivver laid down together and a little child came along and led them home, or words to that effect Anyway, the fiivver is again in commission and running like a timber wolf with the quarry in view. Last week the fiiv- yer was down somewhere near Naco, as dead as Julius Caesars chariot. The newspaper man came home in disgust on the tool box of another mans car and reported the flivver as dead of galloping consumption-it had coughed 32 times just before it died.
 Well, the fiivver people smiled an incredulous and scornful and superior smile and said they would send Jimmy down after the car. An hour or so later they telephoned to the office to state that the fiivver was in the gar age and as fresh and fair and fine as a fiivver at the dawn. Nothing the matter with it at all," went on the i'm placable voice at the other end of the wire, except that a spark plug was disconnected. Read up in the little book and you will see that no car will run unless all the sparks are spark. ing"
 With hesitation and humility the newspaper man went after his car There she was, panting at the end of her halter like Rosebud just before he was led out to win the Kentucky derby. A boy about the size of a pint of cider was rubbing her down with a piece of waste. Where's the man that brought in the carr" asked the newspaper man, determined to make one supreme effort to make good his contention that the fiivver was a fiiv. yer
 Yer talkin' to him now" said the boy. with grin.
 The newspaper man collapsed while the boy read the fiivver's title clear to garages in the skies. "Whaddye want to go way and leave this car down on the border for?" demanded the boy in a stern and accusing voice Some Mex might have stole yer lamps and cushions. Nothin' the mat ter with it. Never was. No car1l run less the spark plugs are all connect ed. All ye have to do is to go over lem with the pliers. This flivver's the runningest car in the world. Giv'er a pint of gas and a pound of air and little spark and a little sense and she'll run all day and all night, up hill and down and over any kind of a old road or where there's no road at all
 Took me just one minute to fix that car Makes me tired, the birds that try to run cars. They ought to be pushin' a truck"
 And then Jimmy, aged IA, still grin ming through the grease and burned carbon marks on his face, swung into the car Get ini" he commanded The newspaper man meekly climbed to the side of the new captain of the craft. Now watch her." said the new helmsman.
 He backed that despised and curse laden car out of the garage like girl in a pink sash and silver heeled slip pers glided down the polished ball room floor. Then he ran the car in circles and parabolas and isoseces, in and out; up and over; around and about. He climbed a tree and crawl ed under track and scaled noun tain. He danced around the maypole | and walked the dog and wove fox chains and walked the dead so that they might stare at greater miracle.
 There ye are; take 'er," and the kid charioteer brought the car to a | stop in front of the garage door and descended with majesty and walked inside without ever looking behind him at the poor parcel of misplaced humanity he had left behind in the throbbing and reiuvenated fiivver.