Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1935-06-15
Women Have No ViscOsity By wara" F. ss,rn,

Published b. Special AErangsments with III,
cnicaso Tribune-Rew YORK. News Syndicate
Incorporated
Copyright. 1885: BY william F. Sturml
TWO PARTS PART ONE
THE STORY OF A THRILLING
AUTO RACE OF A SPEED
KING WHO THOUGHT
4 ROMANCE AND RACING
DIDN'T nix, AND OF A
GIRL WHO CHANGED HIS
MIND.
Get this, Red: We're here to try 20
win the 500-mile race. We want TO
be the only outfit to win Il three times.
Your chore Is to help get the Brandt
Special ready, and mine is to drive it.
We're not here for any kind of fool
tshneSS that slows us up. Everything
Is out except business. That means
heavy booze and women. A lot Of
booze never did any one any good. And
as for women-they'Ve got no ViScosity
they thin out on you like poor en-
CINE Oil, Just when you need them
most. Besides"
"Aw, listen, Bill But I know all the
answers, and to save you time, here
they are: This is our hardest race.
Class OF the driving brains-and feet
OF the country. A slug can't be q
hundred percent racing mechanic If he
is always thinking about what a good
time he is going to have. He can't be
a good ditto If he goes to bed at night
rrtmed with q lot Of blended whiskey
and full of beer. AS for women-nuts
bah, multiplied by ten. Racing is a
mans game, and skirts don't mix. The
prize money Is about forty grand-and
that's what we're after"
f1atT-iracF ff14r do -
conversational darts, well set I'D, dark /
haired young man Of IS, had walked |
over to the hotel window and, with his /
back receiving the volley, looked down |
On the crowded street below. When the |
orator had finished, Bill turned and 1
started toward the recumbent figure on /
the bed. Red was about Bits height, !
but Of considerably greater breadth,
more ad1poSe tissue than the whip
cord that was Bill.
Red grew serious: II don't know
what Anne Peterson did to you last
year, old-timer, but it must have been
a-plenty. She made you a cynic, what
ever that means. don't know what it
was all about, but I'll bet all my prize
money that she's got plenty of Wis
,oSity. She was choice, If you ask me.
And don't know that she went for
you? There you we're, going great
guns, when all Of sudden-wham
,ang-and you throw about eight con-
lecting rods. / know women-they're
ny speciality, and I'll bet somebody 1
made a big mistake-and it wasn't !
Anne. She couldn't have thinned out I
n you. Something you imagined;
Ised to be that way" 4
Let's leave Anne out OF It, Red"
Bill Brandt and Red Frenzel had
cen together for years-five to be ex- l
Gland in that time Bill had won the b
race twice. O
There was none Of the master and
nan between the two Far apart In
heir knowledge and love of racing. =
led knew his driver like q book He
ven presumed to give him advice .
here angels would have feared to G
read, but Red got by unscratched-
nd equally unnotioed. 3
what we had better do this year is Of
, find 8 place to live near the speed
az, and I think both of us better a.
INK in the same house, Red" Bill q
lbbed his cigaret into the ash tray 81
s he spoke. "A nice, respectable II
1use, where your nights rest won't be -
sturbed by a gang of palookas that -
" themselves racing mechanics" ~
They we're soon on their way. Red in
owe the truck on which repoSed the III
randi Special, while Bill led the way
his coupe. They had no trouble in la
1ding house that suited the driver, a
I'd within another half hour they st,
ere at the speedway, quarter of a he
lie away. ~
Arriving at the garages In the In -
I'D, 1t was the work of only q few 80
lnutes to take the tarpaulin off the ~ ~
ecial, drop two board runways which IN
d been slowed alongside the car, and
tn a rope snubbed around a post on IN
e truck, ease the car down to the Re
0und. no
With the car pushed into one of the TIL
garages, and the door locked, Bin OF
d Red walked down the row. They ink