Our “Old Liz”

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 73, Issue 81, 5 April 1930, Page 20 (Supplement)

Our “Old Liz”

The Garage, Dear Wendy,—lt ’s about time I told you another story. Well, perhaps 1 had butter explain my condition. Aly mudguards arc rusted through rough wear. Aly wiudscrceu is broken. Weil, one dark night my master was driving me along when suddenly a horse appeared on the roadside. Evidently he objected to my noise and the strong lights. He lifted up his hind legs and the deed was done. Glass flew everywhere! Aly bent mudguards are caused through a mistake. 1 am a crank car, and one that as soon as the engine kicks over 1 move. If a certain loot pedal is pressed I’ll stay still, though. Well, one day the girls were going for a drive to town. 1 had better not mention names, but I’ll say “Big girl” and “Youug girl.” Well, “Big girl” told “Y’oung girl” to press the “aux.” She pressed the pedal she thought was it. Result: The car bounding along with an excited “Big girl” running to catch up. 1 dodged the gate post with “Y’oung girl” pressing my low gear harder and harder, and uf course, me going faster and faster. The door was shut. A hard door to open and “Big girl” jumped on the running board and grabbed the steering wheel, but too late! I crashed into the fence, bending my mudguards and busting my water tank. The fence to this day is the same. The two girls have hugged their secret. After straightening nr ’guards a bit “Big girl” got in and wo got to town without further trouble. I used to have a good battery, but “Just William,” who was then a mischievous white-headed lad of three or four yoars s , took up the oil can and poured it all into my battery. Of course, he was lot off, but that battery was ruined. . As for my hood. Well, I’m a truck now. but I used to be a five-scater. One day “Jack the Dog,” a young dog who hadn’t then joined the Hut was locked up in my shed with me. He jumped inside and looked through the back window at the ground outside. lie was used to jumping out of windows (a bad dog in those days) and thought that it was a real window. He took one leap, busting the celluloid and half the, back of the hood in his effort. This was discovered just as the family were to go out. They were nil ready and didn't want to postpone their day out. They were passed by another ear on the road. One of the occupants looked behind and shouted, “Mind you don’t fal| out!” They possess a fine sense of humour so the) laughed. About two years Infer a bolter and heavier car was bought, so I was turned into a truck and now 1 cart four-legged animals about. Well, my pen is getting

worn .»u| mid I’ve got to take some 'lies for a drive, so cheerio (a. back fire).—“OLD LIZ.”