The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-06-21
Women Have No ViScoSity By w;
By William F. Sturm

Lets get on the job" was the only
comment his boss made. Together they
preceded to go into the matter Of re-
pairs. Not only was the crankcase
practically cut in two but CONNECTING
rous, plStons: everything else was in a
ton.
They would have to have a new en-
glne-one that they could lift right
into the GLADSTONE that would fit
|--one that they understood. Bill and
Hed knew every engine available at the
track. There was only one that would
I'll the bill. If they could get that one
englne! Tt was, Of could be made, as
1ast as the ruined one had been.
Seven days Of qualification, Begin
ming tomorrow! Little more than a
week before the race! And all their
work to do over! ANY one but a race
driver would have thrown up his hands.
Red kicked an old tire ~savagely.
Bill sat on a tool chest, wordless.
Another driver might have ]reproached
his mechanic. But not Bill Brandt.
Red broke the silence. "You got to
get that Hanshue engine. and you can't
because Hanshue hates your CUTS. He'd
eat that old iron without mustard be-
fore he'd sell it to you for ten grand"
Bill walked down to the Hanshue ga
rage. II need an engine" he said
Gully. you've got just the one I can
use: I'll give you six thousand for it
end that's two thousand more than it's
worth"
Hanshue's thin lip curled. Listen,
you big shot, if you offered me double
you couldn't have it. I'd give it to
some one else before I'd sell it to you'll"
When Red heard the verdict he
lerked off his overalls and started for
Where do you think you're going?"
his driver shouted.
Down there to take that monkey
Hanshue apart!" Red shouted back.
There ought to be some way to pry
that engine away from that louse," the
mechanic insisted.
Not for u.s." Bill closed the argu-
ment. "You scout around and get you
a good riding job-you won't have any
trouble: IN watch the race from the
If I don't ride with you I don't ride
Bill smiled. It was what he had X
pected.
Days passed, with Bill resolutely re-
fusing to drive other cars.
One night the Petersons went out to
the roadhouse where the mechanics
gathered. Racing enthusiasts, them
selves, they spent considerable time
each veal, listening to the chatter of
the greaseballs, with their quaint slang
had been with them often, but this
year-matters were different.
Tough about Bills engine" Bud Pc
terson began. "I'd like to be able to
help him. You see, Anne, if it were a
question of money, we could easy. But
it takes more than money, and we
can't do a thing. Neither can any one
to, but I know how you feel, and I
know things will straighten themselves
out sooner or later"
IT do want to help him, Bud, even
il I never see him again. That's the
way I feel. There must be some way,
il we could only find it. Some one or
S S9msthing can get that engine but
Anne's eyes had a faraway look for
have an idea; it has been vague, but
now it is clearer. Hanshue hasn't a
very good reputation. I want you to
invite the mechanics over to our table.
Wen entertain them"
The next morning Anne ate her toast
and drank her coffee with extra relish.
You seem snapped up a bit after the
party with your mechanic friends" her
brother jibed.
GAS Red would say, I have a swell
idea" she told him. "You get the
number of Bills house while I put on
my hat, will you, like a good boy?"
why, Anne, you're not"
go along, silly. No, I am not going
to call Bill up and ask him to forgive
me for something I did not do, if that's
what you mean. Get the number,
please"
Anne got the house on the wire. .
Yes, Red Frenzel was in, probably all
in, the landlady told her facetiously.
MI. Brandt had left some time ago.
Anne knew the latter would be true.
will you stay in the garage all
morning, Red? I may want to phone
you. . It doesn't matter what for.
It's important, and you're not to say a
word about it to any one. If I don't
call by II I won't call at all, and you
may forget that I mentioned it to
you"
She turned to her brother. Back in
an hour. Going to try out my swell
idea"
A few minutes later she stopped at
the Athletic club, asked for Mr.. Han
shue. and was told that he was in.
An hour later Red Jerked to atten-
ton as the phone rang. whats that?
-. Hanshue? Hot dawn!
o. K, even if I can't believe it.
Want to talk to Bill? . You don't,
well, here he is. anyhow"
Red handed the phone to his driver,
who was reaching for it. But the only
answer Bill got was central asking
what number, please?
mo, there was no one on the line"
Bill looked at his mechanic.
"Anne says to go get that Hanshue
engine for five grand"
You're crazy" Bill told him, his
II think I am, too" Red said, "but
get your checkbook and let's see."
IAN engine and spare parts" Han
shue's head mechanic told them. Han
must be nuts. Said to give it
to you for five thousand and get it