LETTERS OF THE MOTOR GIRL
BY
ETHELLYN GARDNER
BRILLIANT, THRILLING, STARTLING
The breeziest bunch of letters ever published
Distributed to the trade by
The New England News Co.
14 to 20 Franklin Street
Boston, Mass.
Letters of the Motor Girl
BY
Ethellyn Gardner
Copyright, 1906
By Ethellyn Gardner
Colonial Press
C. H. Simonds & Co.
Boston, U. S. A.
1LETTERS OF THE MOTOR GIRL
LETTER I
I am fourteen years old to-day, June 17th,1905. Pa said he hoped I would live to be atleast one hundred, because my Aunt Anniewanted me to be a boy, so she could name meJack; she had a beau by that name and thenmarried him, and he married some one else,so had two wives at once, and got put injail. Pa says he’s a live wire. I have seenhis picture, but I thought he looked too stupidto get two wives at once. I would think aman would have to be very smart and steplively to get two wives at once. Pa says hehas stepped over all the good he had in himhe reckons.
I am learning to drive a big touring car, the2Franklin, Model G. It’s a cracker jack car,just let me tell you. The manager is thenicest man I ever saw. He said I looked likePa—that’s why I think he is so nice—myPa is the very nicest man I ever saw. ThenLevey Cohen comes next to the Franklin carmanager. If you want a good car that canpick up her feet and fly on the road, you geta Franklin, and you will find that the finestcar made is the Franklin. I am in love withmy car. Pa says I know a whole lot for myage, almost as much as a boy. I am glad Iam a girl, boys are horrid sometimes; theydon’t like to spend all their money to buychocolates for the girls. Ma says Pa sent hera five-pound box every Sunday. Pa saysnearly all boys are good for is to play ball,and smash windows, and cry, if they have topay for them. Pa says I will change mymind when I grow up, but I am not goingto grow up. I have seen Peter Pan, and Ilike wings, and angel cake, very much indeed.Next to my Pa, comes chocolates—I like allthe good ones. Levey Cohen says I am a3sugar-plum, but Pa says I need a whole lotof sugar yet, to be very sweet. I told himI knew flies could tell the boys that weresweet, because some of their mothers putmolasses on their hair to keep it smooth,—JohnnieAlton has lots of flies around his head,—andI wondered why, so one day I put myfinger on his hair when he wasn’t looking, andpressed just a little, and the hair cracked.My, he was mad. He said, “Cut-it-out,” andI said, “Oh, Johnnie, you would look toofunny.”
Now about my motor car. I took my firstlesson of the manager the other day; he saysI