The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-02-07

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But did you ~ ny that didht!
II 70 a. you've sot . better 90
to tel thaA ! h9ye.
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Newt gAe 'uS Headed IT -
DitcA!v ~ The slogan Of IL ~.
Ara ths Sli1Sefy Skids wea.
hAnds 6oWA.
But Aayvay, 1t me tell 90 -
two and then You tell yours!
He lived On the blum, . sturdy
man. built close to the ground, with
. sst OF gritty teeth that scanned TO
voice AChicago's slogan, 4 VIII"
Coming home late Sunday night
twas about midhisht, ~ eayS
be stepped on her TO make me
| grade 10 his garage. With : mighty
roar Of the racing engine. the head
TIGHTS throwing his garage IN high
relief last . few feet before MIN.
his car stopped, the wheels whiting
uselessly % tho machine slid back
down the grade.
II tried again, and with the self
same results, but came Just . little
closer"
II tried over and over again. l
got up the drive within just" and
he dropped his sack Of never again
to be forgotten tire chains better
| to Indicate the scant margin with
both hands, two feet from
the garage" And he picked up the
precious chains lest he should
Dog gone it!-forget them.
"Once again l raced up the drive,
hoping the momentum would pull
me through. But" the chains
dropped and the hands rose to indi-
cate a gain of few inches, mot
enough" And he hurried to grasp
again the sack Of sure grips
wouldn't catch him again without
'em!
For the last time-this was
after an hour Of trials-I stepped
on her. And-sure laugh. it's q
darn fine joke"-the chain bag
dropped from his indicative hands
II couldn't get any closer than two
feet from the garage and ! started
to slide backward.
so / came down town and park.
ed the old girl in . garage in the
loop. Two feet from home but ]
couldn't make it." While we laugh.
ed, he snatched up his chains
tucked them carefully under his
arm and started out afoot to equip
his machine with his priced pos.
sessions.
| Here's Another.
He started down the Seventeenth
street hill-he says today that they
should spell that HILL with ar
"E"-at midnight.
After two Virginia reels, three
gavottes, an encore and a toddline
fox trot, LII Liz fetched up against
one curb with a crash. Heart.
broken for she's his pet-he lives
at No. 8, Gasoline Alley-climbed
out to survey the tangled wreckage
Of q trio Of broken wheels, al
thrown tire, q busted spring and
what-not! A thorough investiga.
ton taught him the shallowness Of
his faith, for she had taken the hor.
rible experience without accident
But the German skipper Of the
faithful Ford wasn't taking any
more chances. Walking alongside
his foster child, with one hand OF
the steering wheel and the othel
on the emergency, he rubbed thu
curb with two wheels As he SLOWLY
-slowly-slowly- oh-so- slow.
l-y-eased her down the hill.
| What do l mean SLOWLY?
| Well. it was 2::30 a. m. before hi
got to Twelfth avenue-two hour.
and a half Of patience.
! And then he couldn't. turn thu
corner!
Twas about 3 o'clock when h,
put-putted-for the gallant old CIR
stayed with him all the way-ul
the alley to his garage.
"Ho-Hum," says Bill, his touslet
head dreamily visioning pillows
neck deep, 1T wasn't SO bad, q
that"
But she refused to take the turn
and it took another half hour to &c
Lizzie tucked in her little bed.
And Is minutes more to get tn,
cap'n off'n his sea legs and in bed
Figure it out for yourself
took him nearly four hours to nego
tate an eight minute drive.
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