Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1935-06-22
Women Have No YiscOsity By wlram F. ss.r,r

i, Bud gave her arm q reassuring squeeze.
1 You've seen plenty Of races. They're
never won tin they're over"
7 know, but"
Wen. anyhow, let's help him all we
can, Bud finished.
Out on the track Bin Brandt's
thoughts kept turning 70 q girl some
where IN the stands as he flew past
y. She was pulling for him. Made
the grind OF the race almost pay.
Red, sitting on his right, was think
ing: Wish we'd started our sprint earl
Ter, so we could be picking off some Of
those 500 lap prizeS-a hundred iron
men dropping into your lap every min
uate and half"
His driver was gradually closing the
gap between his car and Palmer'S No.
/ 9. Bill's pit flashed him the black
at Red &. Thirty miles more 70 gol
No. was In plain view now. two
hundred yards ahead No. 9's mechanic
was looking back at the Brandt Special
and drumming q signal on his drivers
right arm. Bin was content to ride
along.
He wanted to see whether No. Q would
try to draw away from him. But
Palmer was an old hand at racing, also.
He, too, let matters ride as they were.
That's all the Brandt Special has
No can make him keep his distance"
Anne heard q spectator say in the
box next hers. She wanted to scream
az him, to tell him 1t wasn't true. but
she did not. Instead she looked at her
brother. His lips we're set in a grim
line He was driving the car with
Brandt. Before long she, too. was
helping without knowing It, she tens
ed her arms when he tore into the
turns. That would be the way a driver
would do it, with q steady pull on the
left hand, to get the car around.
Red pointed to the scoreboard. It in
oicated 100 lapS-475 miles. Only ten
laps remained. Bill nodded and Red
could feel q slight stiffening Of his
drivers throttle leg.
He's getting Palmer, Bud" Anne
said In whisper. "He can go faster.
: Sure, he can" came the answer.
Bill was averaging 100 miles an hour
Cutting a second off his best previous
lap time. That was what made Bill
Brandt in the eyes Of the public, though |
that was not why he drove as he did. |
He was q natural winning driver, and |
that was the way he did 1t.
With seven laps to go. Bill was
abreast Of Palmer, directly in front Of |
Anne and Bud, though he did not know |
where they were. Bill knew his car. |
He also knew his tires were beginning |
to feel the effects Of the hard going.
Three lapsl
Two Iapsl
Palmer was content to have a few
feet advantage over his rival. He knew
the struggle would come in the home
stretch. He might put on more speed
before that, but so could the driver Of
the Brandt Special.
The stands were wild. Shoutingl
Throwing programs into the atrl Yell
ing for Brandtl Yelling for Palmerl
Anne Peterson's heart had ceased
beating, so far as she knew. The time
seemed interminable.
One lap to gol
Anything still could happen before
she race ended. Red rugged the driver.
pointed to the right rear tire, and shook
his head. Bill nodded. They were
Jn the back stretch. Through the
northeast turn. Approaching the
northwest turn-the last one Of the
'acel Bill knew that If he attempted
% overhaul Palmer In that turn and
COX the slightest skid in doing so. his
already overtaxed right rear tire might
70. And If 1t did go-Well, his car prob
Ibly would finish over the wall, instead
Il at the finish wire.
Now the Brandt Special was even
With the Palmer car. They we're still IN
he turn. Bill was slowly forging ahead.
Riding high on the bank, he came
own on to the level straightaway In
Hurst Of speed three car lengths ahead
{ his opponent.
Red pointed TO the worn rear tire
gain. Red nodded again. He had no
Ierves. He was as cool as though he
Gere sitting IN his garage. In seven or
light seconds he would be at the fin
IA line-or he would never be therel
hats what a worn tire could do. he
Matched out Of the corner OF his eye
OK Palmer to come up alongside him.
anne pinpoint blur. Gradually 1t
rev larger. Palmer was coming upl
lAH ground his accelerator with his
lot. The spot grew stationary little
ehind him. he was still leadingl The
pot stayed where IL was.
The flash Of a checkered flagl He
ad wonl
The blood rushed to Bills head. No
latter how many races he won, there
as always that dizzy feeling in the
lstant. he eased off on the throttle,
nc continued on TO make two extra
IDS to guard against q mistake In
soHing. The crowds roared and stamp
feet as he went by. Bill smiled, but
Ne spectators could not see him.
he passed the finish wire again.
lore cheering Another lap A stop
the pits HIS pit crew crowded =