The Idaho Republican - Prominent People Wed
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Transcribed from The Idaho Republican Newpaper
June 14, 1916
PROMINENT PEOPLE WED
Episode With a Ford Car; More Fords in Demand Now
J. A. Peterson and miss Zada Smith are married. Actually married. The knot was tied in Salt Lake this week. Tied tight. They are husband and wife and no backing out.
But true love doesn’t always run smooth. Neither do Ford cars. Not always. Ye editor has one. But to get back to the marriage.
It was arranged for. Duly arranged. The groom groomed himself for the occasion. He groomed the car too. It was a Ford. They say the Ford is the poor man’s mule. So it is. It kicks unexpectedly. Ours kicks. So did the groom’s. But he got it warmed up and it went. Why shouldn’t it went? It was Sunday evening and the hour was late. He was going to take his intended wife to the train which toots at two. Peterson was thinking, “we are two too soon to be one too. Might have been one long ago too. But the folks advised delay too. Now they consent too. We two do too.
The Ford car went well too. The engine was working smoothly. There was plenty of time to catch the train at two. How sweet the ride in a buzz wagon built for two. But lo! The engine became silent. The car slowed down and stopped. Never a creak. Ancil got out, naturally he went to the crank. Ford drivers acquire that habit. He cranked it. Ford drivers always “tip it over” a time or two if there is any doubt. Then they hump up and top it over as many times as possible in a few minutes. Then they change the spark and the gas jet. Then they tip it over a few thousand times more and rest from the effort. Then they do it again and say something singular. Ancle said something under his breath and it was singular. At least Zada said, “Why Ancel! I never heard you anything like that before!” Then Ancel felt sheepish and said he was sure there was plenty of gasoline in the tank, but if she would rise he would remove the cushion and look. He unscrewed the cap and poked his finger in. He felt something and removed the finger. It was wet. Was it water? The air about it felt could so he assumed that it was gasoline, for gasoline is cold after one gets out of it. Ancel smelled of it and was sure. It had the same old stink. He put on the cap. He replaced the cushion. Zada sat down. He looked around some. He felt of the wire where it goes under the hood. He removed the hood. He thought of that old joke, “the Ford car is a family car. It combines all things needed for the family. It has a muffler for father, a hood for mother, and a rattle for the baby.” Ancel stopped short. Had he said it out loud? HadZada heard? He touched the engine. It was hot. He jumped. He felt of the wires and the spark plugs. They seemed right. He cranked it again but it only coughed. Nary a chug. He remembered the train and Salt Lake. Folks were to meet them at Salt Lake. Would they find him and the girl he was going to unload so proudly and walk along with in the morning sun? Should they try to walk to Blackfoot with their baggage? What a shame! Ford cars are oh fiddle. “The rich can rid in their chaises, but the poor must go afoot.”
Zada had the making of a good ----(unable to see last couple lines)---- engines discomfort me. I anoint my tires with patches. My radiator runnethover. I repair my blow-outs in the presence of mine enemies. Surley, if this thing follows me all I shall dwell in the bug-house forever.
Zada had the making of a good wife and helpmate, for she said, “Ancle, would it do any good if I get out and push while you crank?” Ancle knew it might turn the trick, so he consented to her pushing. Ancle cranked. She pushed. They car moved. Ancle cranked and it kicked him. He jumped up and down and said a cuss word. “Why Ancle,” she said The car stood still. He cranked again. It coughed. Then they heard a giggle so like a man. Two voices from the roadside broke out with a “Haw! Haw! haw! haw! har! Har! Haw! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Dark forms came up out of space and said, “ancel do you think it would do any good if we pushed?” “why, maybe. But I hate to have you do that.”
One of the dark forms looked like a relative or two. Another one sounded a good deal like Ray Taylor who got married himself nee. It suggested that maybe the car would go better if it had some gasoline in the parts where it could burn. If they wanted him to he would turn the stop-cock to set it right. But they had not asked him to turn it. Just to be “onery” he made them both ask him to turn the stop-cock that lets the gasoline into the dinghat. He turned it. Ancle cranked. It whirled like a carload of buzz saws. Ancle laughed. He looked at his watch. It wasn’t a stopwatch. There was still enough time. The other forms came along behind them to make sure that nothing happened. They had a car too. There were two of them too. Ancle and Zada were two too. The ford was saying “Toot” too. The stars shone. The world was good and kind. How sweet to ride along in a buzz wagon built for two. The dark forms followed them to town and saw them off with smiles and assurances for a bon voyage, not only to Salt Lake, but over the sea of life. The inside of the train looked good. They would reach Salt Lake in the morning and the sun would shine and Ancle would unload his girl and walk along with her in the sunlight among his friends- but what’s the use! Can’t a fellow build castles in the air without being drowned in rice. Stop fooling!
P.S. They will be at Dempsy, Sunday. A copy of our paper will be there first. If you want to kid them about their buzz wagon when they get back it will be all right with us. We got married once, the jokers were busy. We lived thru it.
Fishing with Grandpa Peterson
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The first fish I ever caught was on Lyle's boat fishing with Grandpa Peterson. We caught several fish that day and it seemed like he always had a fish on his line. I have fished many times since then and often think of that first time with him.