V 
S OME day in June, when happy hours abound, a wonderful 
girl and a wonderful boy will leave their friends in a 
shower of rice—and start to roam. 
The Promise of Happy Days 
Then life will surely slip its tether and youth will be full of the 
promise of happy days to come. 
Give them a Jordan Blue Boy, the bright sky overhead, the 
green turf flying by—and just beyond the hill a thousand miles 
of open road —then a quiet inn for dinner. 
There is a pride of ownership in the Jordan that reveals a love 
for things that really count. It’s like old money — old treas¬ 
ures—good taste without display, and judgment that is rare. 
JLQ RD AN 
J O R D A N _ MOTOR. _ CAR _ C O M P A NY, c .. (P'tcvelancl-' , Ohio' 
