A GREATER RISK

     An aviator recently descended in a country village to get a supply of gasoline.  While he was filling the tank an old lady stepped up to him and asked:  "young man, don't you take a great risk in them there contraptions?"
     "Oh, I don't know," was the reply, "think of the man who rides in a Ford."

A RHYME

Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye,
Fords are best on market, both for you and I.
When the Spring is coming, that's the time to
     fling
Dull care to the west winds: laugh and shout
     and sing.
Men are in the counting house, counting out
     their money,
Wives are in the pantry spreading bread with
     honey,
Maids are in the garden hanging out the
     clothes,
All hastening to be ready when the Ford car
     goes.

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     Henry Ford, the man who made walking a pleasure.