Mt. Pleasant Pyramid | 1914-11-28 | Page 6 | But not on that Machine

BUT NOT ON THAT MACHINE Girl Had Right to Balk on Joy Ride That Homely Escort Had Promised Prom-ised to Give Her. He was the homeliest man she had ever met, but almost his first sentence won her heart. It was: "I'll come around some Thursday and take you out in the machine." ma-chine." "Oh," she twittered, picking a hair from his coat collar. "What Thursday, Thurs-day, Mr. Dickdocker?" "How does some Thursday next week suit you?" he replied. "Oh, the first please!" she ex claimed. That Thursday she stood, with her new auto coat on, waiting at the parlor par-lor window for two hours. "I realize he's ugly as sin and has fourteen gold teeth," she mused, "but with wind goggles on he surely won't look so bad and he'll probably keep his mouth shut on account of the dust" There was a sudden chugging. "Tls he!" she breathed. 'Twas. He stopped at the curb. He was seated on a dusty motorcycle with an extra seat behind! He rank the bell. "Is Miss NIddlestoop at home?" he inquired. "No," replied the maid, "she Just went out the back way." Detroit Free Press.