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Show TERRIFIC JOY RIDE FOR FOUR DOZEN EGGS "Constable's Delight" at Riverside, Cal. Had Them in Tonneau "BEATS IT" FOR FIFTY' MILES Finds Eggs Intact and Writes Testimonial Testi-monial on Studebaker Springs In picturesque Riverside and throughout the populace orange-growing orange-growing region of Southern California, Califor-nia, A. J. Stalder has become known as the "Constable's Delight." Mr. Stalder and his seven-passenger Studebaker "Six" have broken more speed laws than any body in Southern California, and the driver has cheerfully cheer-fully paid the penalty for being always al-ways in a hurry. In the long run, he maintains, the time he saves between his home iii Riverside andf'his ranches along the river and in the Ferris Valley, Val-ley, is worth the price. At one of his places, about ten miles from Riverside, Mr. Stalder instructed instruct-ed the woman at the ranch house to load into the tonneau of his car whatever what-ever fruit and produce she had handy-She handy-She did so. Part of the load consisted consist-ed of four dozen eggs in an open-mouthed open-mouthed paper sack, which the woman wo-man placed en the rear seat and covered cov-ered with a robe. Mr. Stalder was absent while the car was being loaded, supervising some ranch work. The woman forgot to tell him about the eggs. He pressed the electric starting plunger, went through his gears and disappeared in a cloud of dust. His next stop was fully 20 miles away.over a rather rough road and at a rate which brought him to his destination in less than 4 0 minutes. Here he reviewed some irrigation work but eventually set sail for his return trip to Riverside. Once more he lost no time en route. Mrs. Stalder was on hand to help unload the tonneau, when he reached home. "I only hope you brought some eggs from the river ranch," she remarked. re-marked. "Eggs!" ejaculated Stalder; "If there are any in this load, they're an omelette now." Visions of smeared upholstery wore in the minds of both as they hurriedly hurried-ly inspected the exhibit. Mrs. Stalder was the first to lift the robe which covered the sack on the rear seat. Here they are and they're all right. Why, not one of them is even cracked," she wonderingly declared. Stalder and an irrigation engineer who had been his companion on the ride joined in the inspection. After more than fifty miles of rough driving driv-ing across country, each egg proved intact. ' "I owe the Studebaker Corporation a letter on springs and upholstery," conceded Mr. Stalder. And he went in and wrote it. |