VELL VELL

     A German farmer who had just bought a second-hand Ford got stalled on the way home.  Asking expert advice, he was told that the engine was missing.
     "Vell, I knew in der beginning dat no vun could sell me a whole automobile for only $150."

THE TWENTY-THIRD (FORD) PSALM

     The Ford is my auto, I shall not want another.
     It maketh me to lie beneath it.
     It soureth my soul.
     It leadeth me in the paths of ridicule for its name sake.
     Yea, though I ride through the valleys, I am towed up the hills.
     And I fear much evil for they rods and thy engines discomforteth me.
     I annoint thy tire with patches.  Thy radiator runneth over.
     I prepare for blow-outs in the presence of mine enemies.
     Surely if this thing follow me all the days of my life,
     I shall dwell in the bug-house forever.