Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Growing Up with the Automobile]
“Mighty few people in those days knew how to drive a car, much less repair one, and I was mighty glad that I had learned to fix them in that little old blacksmith's shop, when the manager of the transfer company sent for me, and offered me twenty dollars a week 'with board' to drive the car and keep it in running order.
“Well, you can bet your bottom dollar I didn't turn that offer down! Pretty soon I was having the time of my life driving drummers around in the sputtering old machine, that smelt like - well, I'd hate to tell you what that engine did small like! And did the gals like to go motoring!
“Then one day the old bus broke down entirely, and the Boss told me to take it over to Savannah, and have it completely overhauled. You see, we didn't have the proper equipment for doing as much work as the old bus needed this time, so over we went, and I sure enjoyed seeing the model garage, and working with all the fine tools. The manager was mighty nice to me, and let me work on the other cars too. I learned a lot that way, and by matching the other mechanics. Then one day the foreman said:
“'Henderson, if you ever want to get out of the transfer business, come back here and work for me. I'd like to have you in the shop.'
“Well, I was sitting on top of the world then! But I couldn't let my old