Yes sir, you bet, both of us have our own cars, though mine—
It ain't the fault of the Chrysler itself, I'm certain of that, certainly a high-grade A 1 machine, but the garage got to fooling with it, and my car's got a squeak in it somewhere that I by golly simply can not locate, and say, if there's anything gets me wild when I'm driving—
I can stand the big gaff— Why say, when I had a tire blow out on me after only two thousand miles (any of you gentlemen ever try the Melps tire? Well, don't, that's my advice to you, and believe me I know, I've tried two of them, and in my opinion this monkey-business they advertise about wrapping the fabric crosswise or whatever it is is all the bugs; don't get the result they claim at all)—
I can stand those big things, but say, even the littlest squeak, why say, it simply drives me crazy when I'm driving.
Why, here just last Sunday I was driving the family out to a cousin of ours that lives in Elm-
