The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1920-10-28
LUCK STORY
Of LADY AUT0|ST
Especial Correspondsnce)

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PARADISE VALLEY, Oct. 20
This may have happened because it
was Friday. Let 1t go at that. A
certain lady started out Friday noon
10 pilot a Ford truck to a certain
ranch, five miles northwest from the
town of Paradise. They reached a
certain corner. about three and me
half miles north of town and stopped.
I'D comes the seat cushion and the
truth Is revealed. No gas. Then, and
then only. she remembered that hub
bic" said. "fll the tank" before start
ing out.
There is a ranch house one-half mile
back and a ranch house one-half mile
to the east. Which shall she tackle?
Luck is again against her, as she
goes back and finds no gas. Back to
the car Zone mile) over to the ranch
to the east. Yes, sthe lady of the
house thought there was some gas,
so went to the garage to see. A five
gallon gas can stood in a conspicuous
place. Picked up and shaken it re-
vealed about a guart-no go. Well,
let's look in the tank of the lady's
husbands Ford. Yes, it was full.
Take some? Sure. So our heroine
crawled under, laid on her back,
turned ON the spigot and got gas In
her face, also about a gallon in a
bucket, which, when she managed to
wriggle out from under, she put into
the fve-gallon can and started
blightly back to her stalled truck
1.-TWO miles).
Emptying the gas into the truck
tank she cranked the car and started
back to town to fill the tank and make
a new beginning. Horizontally across
the road it stopped again and refused
to start for her, or for a ~passer-by
with a strong right arm, who cranked
until beads of perspiration stood on
his brow. After cranking and peer
ing into all sorts of hooks and wrig-
Cling this and juggling that, she de-
cided to walk to her destination, get
hubby" and leave her troubles on
his shoulders. So she walked (three
and one-half miles,. Upon arriving.
she was greeted with much laughter
from "the boss" 1.-The superintend-
emit" and the hand" They hooked up
the faithful mares to the spring wag-
and journeyed back (all but "the
hand" who was left to milk the
cows. Upon reaching the truck, the
boss" cranked. "the superintendent"
cranked-nothing doing. So they be-
gan to investigate and started to drain
the gas feed pipe. A dark red fluid
resembling port wine or claret be-
gan to run out. We Gods, What was
it? The mems noses began to wrinkle
like rabbits'-no smell they caught
some in a tin and struck a match
the gas and alcohol contents are nil
it wont burn a bit.
After letting out about a quart, they
gas and shut off the stream.
cranked the car and she went! Our
heroine was again subjected to no
end of guying. THE boss" and hero
inc j%ourneyed downward with the
wagon and "the superintend-
ent" took the truck and every half
mile OF SO had to get out and let out
some more of the red fluid, about a
quarter of mile from town he drained
the tank dry and walked to the gas
station for some genuine, unadulter-
ated gasoline (well, Santi walked
quarter of a mile. but l walked three
and n halfi) and what was the red
fluid? 1t came from an Italian ranch,
It is true, but must have been that
dope they use for leaky radiators!