The Coconino sun., 1923-02-16
The HUMAN SIDE OF A
FLIVVER AND A TRIP
INTO OLD MEXICO

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with Jimmy's understanding of bump
ology, so arrangements were made at
this stop to fit Amelia with the abil-
ity to hesitate or stop as required.
After having absorbed personal in
terror decorative nourishment, Jimmy
remembered that mother. had sent
isis" who graduates this semester at
the Tempe normal, a box of home
made candy for him to denver.
This was one of the first real in
side demonstrations of the real jim
my, the plumb independent, free-born
American, as raised in the open, and
open to all comers. Jimmy was
equipped with a complete horse
chauffeur outfit for plain, overhead or
underneath work, just as what comes,
which included an old army blue shirt
(garters on sleeves), blue overalls
showing a slight convexed displace-
ment above the boots, indicating they
had got that way by hugging the
Stats of bronc under center-fire
saddle.
Did Jimmy hesitate and want to fix
up like pinto plush horse when he
knew he was going where beauty and
knowledge was supposed to be in
townfuls of pulchritude?
Not Jimmy
| don't think that it ever occurred
to either him or old Jim that there
are mighty few 24-year-olds still left
in the United States who could walk
right up to the presidents office in
his human, everyday endeavor gear
and ask for "Sis," just as a matter of
course.
Some of the pretty girls looked at
Jimmy sidlin' sorter but they never
got a flush from that gold-toothed
son-of-a-gun. Sis came and got a
big smack, as did old jim. There was
no flumadiddles about our folks, nor
question about Jimmy >duds. jim
my was what isis" wanted to see
not his duds; she knew he had some.
And isis" was worth big smack
that the best could give.
Doubt if it ever occurred to dad"
jim, Jimmy or isis" that there was
anything unusual about the meeting,
but there are thousands of young fell
lows who couldn't have made the
grade unless their personal adornment
had been fixed up at a personal gar
age and their hair glued down to their
foreheads with cement.
Having passed this filling station,
Jimmy insinuated to Amelia that we
were again on our way and not to
spark with the plugs. Mesa-poof,
just like that, for we were on our
way hitting and missing. Why should
we worry? The Jimmy James gang
didn't.
We were on our way to Florence.
What if Amelia did cost $150 includ-
ing face powder, bacon and eggs, cor
sets and brakeage? Old Jim upon the
periscope bedroll thought he knew
the way to Florence since it encom-
passed many old time un-reformed
friends he had assisted in getting a
residence there in his territorial
ranger days. 1t was a fine looking
day as we leaked out of Mesa. The
birds we hadn't frightened out of
range could be heard singing as
though we'll fed. The sky was clear
as far as Jim could see from his look
out station up on the bed rolls and
Jimmy was thinking of a sunny-hair-
ed lass he was increasing his fairness
from.
"Ka-waliop, ka-wow," exclaimed
Amelia right in the middle of noplace
and we were going no place all Of a
sudden like.
Jimmy unwrapped himself from the
wheel and | thought he muttered:
"Now | wonder if that damned radi-
ator has swallowed the engine" as
he went around to unhook Arnelia's
chin-strap from her hood.
It didn't pan out that way. The
fan belt had busted cinch and threw
the fan away. In throwing some of
the parts of the fan away, the radia-
tor got one part plumb in the center
of its stomach. 1t looked just like
Job for Mayo Brothers.
1t looked very much like a coro-
ner's inquest on Amelia to all except
Jimmy and his face indicated some
misery but all was not lost. Old Jim
wanted to get his rope out and tie
'er to tree until her pulchritude was
placated, but Jimmy got out another
fanny belt from some old place and.
cinched up the remains of the fan,
then whitfield a piece of stick for a
major operation on the ruptured rad
iator. The radiator operation was a
success but the fan felt it hadn't been
cinched up right with the new belt and
ierked cast iron hunk out OF the
frontal bone of the engine, throwing
itself all over the yard, and it's a.
large yard around there in the gloam-
ing of desert upon which the sun
is slowly deserting.
Jim and me were gazing around
looking for a good place
to build small fire and bed down.
Elmer Duffield, Benny Price and
others in big cactus and pocahaunties
cars came along and commiserated US,
offered assistance in the good old Arr
zona way. But Jimmy is unmarried