Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Aug 1919)

r t ( ASSIC njTf adequately her feministic magic. Se took the late inventor into the diningri)m and fed him. He was supremely [jDpy. This was more than he had dred to hope for until — well, until that Hy when he should be ranked with Marmi and his brothers in science. 'Alice talked to him. She told him aDut school, about the high-school hop a which she had had all her dances t];en and four extras besides and a treat t ice-cream afterward. He said he bet, h didn’t wonder and gee whiz ! 'She said she liked strong men best, ^Itli muscles in their arms, preferably t|;ir right arm. She said blacksmiths vire awful nice. And inventors — oh. She said that she loved one thing tjit, tho, and that w-as a fellow with an ^itomobile. She knew a girl in the city, 6i(d the girl had a fellow and the fellow Sd an automobile, and she wished she |v s that girl. Andy Fletcher w'alked home in a nee. Cooked his simple supper in a nee. Worked at the smithy in still mre of a trance. If he had an autohibile. He had visions ... he and Aice flying dowm the road on Sunday .. . all dressed up . . . calling for h| for a dance . . . meeting her after erreh ... his heart thumped and smed to make as much, if not more n se, than his anvil mingling flint and %■ |rhe next day he presented himself at ti' bank whereof her father was presidit. His face was very red and his bdming young voice very much subdjed. He asked to see the P’sident. The pi'esident didn’t It'k plea.sed at the call. He hi a testy and a most nerver,:king manner of interruptir with small,, volcanic "ell, well, wells!” Vien the salvage resived itself finally into tl semblance of a c:' Andy christened it ‘Greased Lightning” wh a bottle of his lothcr’s apple cider Andy had a difficult time in getting his mission clearly put. He finally made it understood that he wished to draw from the bank all his funds because the president’s daughter liked a fellow with a car. The president glared at him. “I knew your father when we both — ah — stole apples together from the same orchard,” he snapped, “and I never knew him for a damn fool, and I never knew he was even fool enough to have a poor fool for a son. If I’ve a fool for a daughter more’s the pity. Get out o’ here. Yon, not your money!” It never occurred to the disconsolate Andy that not fifty presidents could deter him from withdrawing his funds if he really a had a mind to. The choler of Mr. Flint completely cowed him. Fle was vanquished. He shuddered before the man’s sacrilege. His daughter a fool ! Oh, oh, the worm in man ! Andy sat gloomily before his shop till the evening .shadows bespoke the evening meal. Meals were lonely times since Good wife Flint had dutifully followed her spouse to his last slumbering Meals wouldn’t be lonely if . . . shucks ! . . . a fellow with an auto ! Andy had always been an honest youth. His father had drilled that into him even if it had not been in his small, sturdy body at his natal hour. He had never overcharged. He had never underpaid. But tonight he was bitter with the world. There stood between him and his life’s happiness a Alice Flint represented to Andy Fletcher the perfection in femininity I fFni-fy me)