The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1919-10-10
''LIzz|E" REMAINS
MRS, ANNA c. TUCKER AND MRS. JOHN
S. BOLTE, AFTER TRIP TO PACIFIC
COAST IN "FLIVVER," SELL IT AT
PROFIT, RETURNING BY TRAIN.

Rover and the fuckers and Bottles
came back night before last
from that edge Of the continent
whose discovery Columbus left to
the Japanese, but Lizzie stayed out
in Portland, Ore This was a better
ARRANGEMENT than to let Rover stay
and bring Lizzie back, for out there
Lizzie, being a fiivver, while nearly
ali the other cars are limousines or
eight-cylidner juggernauts, will oc-
cupy a class by herself. And back
here Rover, being the only Balti-
more-born dog that ever chased
bears, will occupy a class by himself.
And the fuckers and the Bottles,
being the only Maryland folks
known at the present writing who
have travelled all the way from the
Atlantic to the Pacific coast in a
fiivyer, sold the flivver for twice as
much as they paid for it in 1917,
and came back by train, are more Oh
less in a class by themselves. Prob
ably they'll stay in a class by them
selves until somebody with a mania
for breaking records walks from
Baltimore to San Francisco, and,
Wu6n lie SGLS LACIC, III duCo LID olOCo
for a department store.
It was on or about July II, Wnen
Mrs. Anna C. Tucker and her son
Albert aged p, and Mrs. John E.
BOlte and her son Vernon, aged 10,
started out on Lizzie's back for the
other end of this Understanding club
in the league of nations. They were
seven weeks getting there. They
han
But both Mrs. Tucker and Mrs.
BOlte said telling about it in the
big living room of Mrs. fuckers
home, 1901 Old York roadD, that the
week it took to get back seemed
twice as long as the seven weeks it
took to go. In which they resembl-
ed many other pioneers and dis
c0verers, notably in respect to get
really gotten back yet. In other
respects they did not resemble DIR.
Cook, for they really discovered
something.
They discovered, for instance, that
the folks on the other side of Chi
cagO speak a different language from
the folks in Baltimore. When Mrs.
Tucker asked for drink of water
they thought she was trying to sell
something. When an Indian came
into a far-western store where they
were sitting he asked for a pound of
butter by first sticking his fingers
above his head like a cows horns
and then pounding the counter once.
They discovered a town where
everybody was a millionaire. They
discovered another town where
everybody was drunk. In a stretch
OF Wyoming country through which
they passed, it hadn't rained> for
three years, and people were selling
beautiful horses for dollar apiece
because there was no grazing land
Cor them They saw proprietor Of
Am big hotel in South Dakota sitting
around in his bare feet, and they
discovered that street-car tracks ran
four abreast in San Francisco.
They found out that flivver can
run sc miles without a drop of
gasoline, and that hills it refuses to
ascend properly it will ascend back
ward
They took the trip to give the
boys bit of EDUCATION and, in the
Aase of Mrs. Tucker, to get her mind
off the recent death of her daughter
in a street car accident. AS an
education, the trip was better than
u dozen universities.
Whoever would have thought, for
instance. that there still are places
in the United States of America
where you have to travel over track
less wastes, keeping your sense OF
direction only by watching the sun?
Nobody! Well, the fuckers and the
Bottles know now that there are such
places. They travelled over them in
Montana and South Dakota. They
found poles labeled Red, White and
Blue Trail" and White Pole Trail"
and yellow Trail" but they found
no trails. Wagon tracks ran out
little way into the deserts and then
stopped. But Lizzie kept on, with
the fuckers and Bottles on the. seats
and Rover riding on the running
boara
They nearly always managed to
make a town by nightfall, SO that they
seldom had to sleep in the open.
The first night they had to was the
night Lizzie failed to make the big
hill. That was in Montana. The
hill was so steep that Lizzie was
virtually standing on her hind legs
and the oil wouldn't feed. So they
came down and camped in the valley
beside another party of people who
were in the same fix.
Next morning Albert Tucker, who
was driving, started Lizzie at the
hill backward and she went up like
d Fokker That was the day they
went SO miles without a drop of gas.
The gas was gone when they got to
to the top of this hill, but there was
another side to the HILL and it was 36
miles long with town and a garage
at the bottom
They had to sleep outdoors in
Yellowstone Park, too, and that was
the night Rover chased the bears.
Rover is a nice dog, too; he let The