The Auto-dealer's Lament.

Otautau Standard and Wallace County Chronicle, Volume XVIX, Issue 970, 4 March 1924, Page 3

The Auto-dealer's Lament.

Tho auto-dealer rends his beard, his eyes are wet, hisHhoughts are weird. He has hew cars upon his floor, resplendent busses, m his store. They stand there, glittering like stars,' the latest thing m motor cats • they're, built to save the precious gas and they have- windshields made ol yla.ss, the bills are formed of priceless steej kind there's a brake on every wheel. The auto-dealer views hia boats aud sounds some aad discordant notes. "|f I could soil my cats tor uiou," he Biglw, " my business would be fun. But evory prospect, every jake has some old junk that X must take. I have to take m ancient carts that broke our rude forefathers' hearts, old chugmobiles of fierce design that crossed the plains m '49. The man who buys a modern suit can't trade m rags not worth a hoot } the gent who buys a kelly dear can't trade m lids of yesteryear ; the guy who buys cigars to-day cau't trade m cabbage leaves or hay. In other avenues ot trade men knew the merchants must be paid, m guilders, kopecks, marks, or francs or coin accepted by the banks, but when man comes to buy a bus he makes a most unseemly fuss if I won't take, the same as cash, his worn out van that's gone to smash. And this is wl-y I sometimes tear my shirt, my whiskers aud my hair." — Walt Mason.