WITH A FLYING START BY EUGENE FIELD

     "Notable fond of good music,
          I dwell on a sweeter tone
     Than ever the harp has uttered
          Or ever the lute has known."

     There's one clear sound that will cheer me
          And hold me in bonds like a spell;
     'Tis the click of the lock of the bughouse
          When the Ford joker goes into his cell.

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     A man went to a week-end house party, drove up to the front door, didn't see any garage, hopped out of his car and asked his host where he could put up the car.  The host asked him what make it was.
     "Oh, a Ford?  Take it right up to your room."

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     A large car was traveling along and behind it came a Ford.  As the big car was going slowly, the Ford was very close to it.  At once the man running the big car put on full speed.  His wife asked what that was for and he replied that he was afraid the Ford would run up into the exhaust and get stuck.