Judge — February 5, 1921 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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g AT Wasi How MANY OF YOUR FRIE Solving the Gasoline Problem By CL. FE had the appearance of one who has been bitten in several prominent hook-worm suffering from hereditary sleeping sickness on his mother’s side And his Burling Beezer. In addition which he walked into my office “Well?” TL sid was indeed busily un places by a name was H und in spite of both of looking up in as few words as possible, for I dl. unabashingly Which is why I ot very.” he ¢ come to consult you How complicated my degree as a I perplexed. “While ubtedly entitles me to consider your mechanical engineer tof major adjust: case, even to the ext nents and. replace s. You must appreciate that it would be quite uncthical f master vibrators. vternal use en wire-hoisting cable coincided Mr. Beezer. Yet slightly up the left wrist, 1 ethel of ethical me actually to prescribe the spark intensitiers or Quite; or at least, nearly so.” on the other hand have come nl spreadi to seck your counsel ur mos! capacities. My problem is wholly mechanical.” “Holy Mechanical “Completely,” he ial ‘Lam addicted to dreams; m ulent m dreams that are almost so; 1 ignoranced synonymated micro-fallacious dreams. yet could not possibly have had the power of was-ing.” Last month Thad a dream with plausibility that was the design of a such a high factor I pliused. It motor car that problem in a new way, It gasoline. [ dreamed I made the thing, and sold it. And [dreamed itwent big. Sod waked and formed a company. assigned agencies, and started to build the car “L built the first chassis, attached the body, windshield and wheels. I solves the gasoline uses no thousands Of pee ay tte Dr. Brrcx’s ravines EXERCISE TO H JUST IN THE NICK OF AND TRY IM KEDUCE, HAPPENS ALONG TIME. TO DRIVE THIS KIND OF A CAR? FUNNELL placed all my advertising. And when I came to install the motor I found Ud forgotten what it was and how it worked. Nh. yes! The laugh is on the Dri gain. And thou- 1s of orders for my marvelous car are coming in every mo- um’s side sur ment!” *And all you want me to do is to design for you a periect motor car power plant which shall solve the gasoline question by not using any?” “Excisely. Very well. Come in tomorrow at four!” And Burlington Beezer went out The vapid vowels of a variegated virso were blending in hep- mony with the baccalaureate bursting of the blue berry buds as I dozed off to sleep that night, the prodigious and partially propounded problem of the power plant vet unsolved To conceive a gasolineless gas engine before 4 PM tomorrow! Here indeed was a job for the subconcious. So thinking, 1 three short lapses. lapsed into the unconsei And j wear off, as it was beginning to «out, Twas aroused by a peculiar base Rising, 1 traced the base to the basement, There. right in the corner of my cel Jar, was a thing that hummed and hummed. And as I severed it from a network of pipe with my liquid hack- saw, I knew that my great problem The night wore and on. monotone. was solved. Burlington Beezer was saved. Placing the humming object in my bathrobe, 1 carried it to the laboratory, after which 1 returned to my chamber to continue the lap of unconsciousness from which I had been sly jolted subconse bse ilacalcind yates My laboratory clock struck three. It was four o'clock. Somebody had