from MISSOURI to CANADA 
Long-distance Ford tourist 
finds new road to economy 
A Missouri man who drove his Ford to Canada and back 
reports to us that he made two major discoveries: 
(1) He found he used a surprisingly small amount of 
oil by using Gargoyle Mobiloil “E.” And the Ford was 
two years old! 
(2) He discovered that Gargoyle Mobiloil “E” is the 
easiest of all Ford lubricants to get. He found Mobiloil 
“E” wherever he went. 
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W HILE the mileage secured on Mobiloil “E” may 
vary somewhat in Fords of differing ages and 
mechanical conditions, one common comment is, “I get 
better mileage from “E” than I ever secured from any 
other oil.” 
Two other almost invariable observations are, “ I have 
practically no carbon now,” and “ even under the severest 
operating conditions my engine rarely gets uncomfort¬ 
ably hot.” 
The Vacuum Oil Company’s Chart specifies the grade 
of Gargoyle Mobiloil for every make and model of car. 
Gargoyle Mobiloil “E” is the correct grade for Fords. 
For the differential of your Ford car use Gargoyle 
Mobiloil “CC” or Mobilubricant. 
for your 
HOME GARAGE 
The 5-gal. can or 15-, 30-, or 
55-gal. steel drum of Mobiloil 
provides an ideal home supply 
of lubricating oil. 
for TOURING 
The new sealed 1-quart can is ideal 
while touring. Carry two or three 
under the seat. Now on sale in the 
Middle West, New England, New 
York, and Pennsylvania and will be 
extended to other states as rapidly as 
possible. Prices 35c or 3 for $1.00. 
Tractor Lubrication 
The correct engine lubricant for the FORD- 
SON TRACTOR is Gargoyle Mobiloil “BB” 
in summer and Gargoyle Mobiloil “A” in 
winter. The correct oil for all other tractors 
is specified in our chart. Ask for it at your 
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American Agriculturist, May 24, 1924 
Pa and His Flivver 
It Needed More Than Reputation to Run On 
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HAT was 
By E. M. FRUIT 
is plenty of gas in the 
tank?’ Pa put his hands 
on his hips and just glared at Ma. 
the 
. , matter with 
your car Sunday? ” I asked as Sammy strolled___ r __„_ 0 ___ 
up the front walk and established himself on “‘Woman,’ he almost shouted, ‘do you 
the lowest step of the front porch. When suppose that if I was out of gas I would be out 
Sammy sits down he draws his knees up and here cranking this car for an hour; do you 
wraps his arms around them. His legs are so suppose I am trying to pump some gas into 
long that his knees come up almost to bis chin, the tank with this crank? Or perhaps you 
I used to think, when I first knew Sammy, that 
if he had another fold to him he would strongly 
resemble a folding rule. His sitting down is 
an art in itself. The average boy lets “ all holds 
go” and flops down. Not so Sammy. His 
movements are never hurried—just a gradual 
“letting go” of all his muscles. He doesn’t 
sit down, he subsides. It has always been a 
mystery to me how he does it. I tried it once 
or twice myself, with embarrassing results— 
that is, the results would have been embarrass¬ 
ing had there been any one to witness the 
performance. I took care that there wasn’t. 
“Wasn’t nothin’ the matter with the ear,” 
Sammy replied to my question and grinned at 
me tantalizingly. 
“But, your Dad came puffing into the 
garage at* the Corners and said his car was 
stalled and wanted Ed Harvey to tow him 
home or back to the 
garage. Said he had 
been working at it 
for two hours and 
couldn’t find out 
what was the matter. 
Ed said he couldn’t 
get away for an hour 
and your Pa was very 
much put out. Said 
he had left his family 
in the car.” 
“He did,” was all 
the information 
Sammy volunteered. 
“Did you stay 
there until he got 
back?” 
“We were home 
and had the cows 
milked by the time 
Pa got home.” 
Sammy loves to 
tell a story, but he ——— 
is in no sense of the 
word a “ self-starter.” 
He is slower than the proverbial “molasses m 
January” getting started, but his stories are 
usually worth hearing if one has time to wait 
for them. “Did you get a ride home?” It 
was a particularly lazy afternoon and I had 
olenty of time. 
“Well, no, not exactly. We rode home all 
■ight, but it was in our own car. Say, Ma 
vill never let Pa hear the last of that. We 
lad been over to grandpa’s all day and was 
:omin’ home when the old tin tank began to 
low up like the heat was gettin too much for 
ter, and then she sort of choked a couple of 
imes and stopped. Pa says, ‘Now what in— 
[ don’t know what he was going to say but 
before he could get it out Mr spoke up quick 
ind says, , , 
“‘William, remember this is Sunday, and 
Pa finished up, just like that was what he 
ntended to say all the time. 
—Tophet is the matter with this dinged 
thing! Ma bit her lip and didn’t say anything 
more and Pa climbed out of the car. Sammy 
paused and looked at me reflectively. ^ 1 *^)* 
if I was as fat as Pa I wouldn’t eat so much. 
It isn’t so bad in cold weather, for then the 
fat kinda keeps you warm, I guess, but in hot 
weather it must be sumpen awful. Well, you 
know how hot it was about four o’clock Sunday 
afternoon, and out in the middle of that road 
-. — —*-,yuu 
think I am winding it up like a toy engine, 
and when I get it wound up enough it will run?’ 
Pa was gettin’ warmer than the sun and crank¬ 
ing the car naturally made him. Ma looked 
at him and grinned. 
“‘Will,’ she said, ‘I’d give a dollar if you 
could see yourself right now.’ Pa did look 
awful funny. He stood there in the middle of 
the road with his feet spraddled out and his 
hands on his hips. The sweat was running 
down his face making furrows in the dirt 
that had settled on him. He had pushed his 
hat back and run his fingers through his hair 
and it was standin’ straight up. One eye was 
awfully black where he had rubbed it with his 
greasy hand. 
“‘If all you have to do is to comment on my 
personal appearance, you might get out here 
and try cranking this blankety blank car,’ 
Pa snorted. 
“‘No thank you,’ 
-- says A i, ‘ I am more 
comfortable right 
here. But, honestly, 
Will, I wish you 
would look in the 
tank. It just might 
be that, you know. 
I’ll admit that you 
are seldom mistaken, 
but it is just barely 
possible you might 
be this time.’ If Ma 
hadn’t said that last I 
guess Pa might have 
looked just to satisfy 
her, but after she 
said that he wouldn’t 
look anyway. 
“ ‘ If you haven’t a 
suggestion to make 
with some sense to 
it, don’t make any 
at all.’ Pa sure was 
gettin’ mad. 
‘“Very well,’ says Ma, as sweet as you 
please, ‘I couldn’t make you understand any 
other kind, so I won’t offer any more,’ and she 
fished out a book she had borrowed from 
grandma and started to read. Pa went at that 
old engine like he was going to take it apart to 
see what made it go, or why it didn’t go. First 
he took out all the spark plugs and then put 
them back. Then he squinted at the carbure¬ 
ter and examined the timer and every time he 
did something to tjie engine he would go back 
and crank her again. Say, if that, crank had 
been a spring that old piece of junk would 
have been wound up till she would have run 
a month without stopping. But it wasn t any 
use. He couldn’t even get a splutter out of 
her any more. It looked as hough the old 
boat w*as anchored for keeps. At last Pa had 
to give it up. He had done everything he 
could think of except take it all apart and said 
everything he dared say, it being Sunday and 
Ma sittin’ right there. 
“‘Sally,’ he said, ‘I’m going over to the 
Corners and have Ed Harvey come and tow 
this, this—’ but Ma looked at him pretty 
severe and he sort of choked and swallowed 
‘ worthless piece of junk’ (though you could 
see plain as day that that wasn’t what he 
wanted to say at all)—‘over to the garage or 
on home. Maybe some one will come along 
One Good Turn 
Deserves Another. 
—Courtesy Judge. 
than any place., Pa started to 
.rank the car and all the time he cranked and 
'ranked he was having me do things with the 
evers. But all he could get out of that car 
vas an occasional sputter, hirst he had me 
joggle the spark lever’ up and down and then 
he gas lever, and then he had me turn on the 
gnition and then turn it off. He kept hollerin 
50 many things at me that he got me all mixed 
ip and when he said ‘Turn on more gas, 
[ pushed the spark lever down instead. The 
3lamed old engine gave a splutter and the 
'rank flew back and knocked Pa over in the 
road. I asked him if I should get out and 
rrank a while and he said, kinda nasty and 
sarcastic like, ‘You, what good would you 
be out here. What good are you ever when 
real help is needed?’ I guess he w r as kinda 
sore because I joggled the wrong lever. Pa 
gets excited awful easy, but Ma said, sort ot 
soothing, , 
‘“Remembei, William, he s your son. 1 
lon’t know exactly what she meant, but 1 
needn’t worry about leaving the car. No one 
would steal it—not even for old iron. I U 
take the old rattle trap home and make a bon¬ 
fire of it.’ , 
‘“Why bother to take it home then, Ma 
said. ‘You can make a bonfire of it here in 
the road and save the expense of having it 
towed home.’ Ma acted just like she thought 
Pa really intended to burn it. Pa glared at 
her a minute and Ma said, ‘Don t you reallj 
think that would be better. Will?’ 
“ ‘ Don’t be a fool, ’ Pa snorted and went ott 
up the road. Ma just laughed and called 
after him, , , 
“ ‘ I won’t, William. I’ll leave that to you. 
“After Pa had got a little ways up the road 
Ma said, ‘Now, Sammy, well see whether my 
guess was correct or not.’ Say, that old tan 
was drier than Pa was after he had cranked the 
car for an hour. There wasn’t a spoonful o 
gas. It seemed like a pretty good joke on 1 a, 
but it didn’t seem quite so funny by the time 
nn’t know exactly what sue meant, out i out it unm l ^ — r A , iri the 
ness Pa ffid for it made him madder than I got back from Hanfords a half mile up the 
/er, and he went at that old car as though road where Ma sent me* to get aaU <m f g 
e would start her or bust. When he stopped I asked Ma why she didn t holler to fa 
, r breath Ma said, ‘Will, are you sure there (Continued on page 
