Jasper County Democrat, Volume 20, Number 62, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 November 1917 — HUNKA TIN [ARTICLE]

HUNKA TIN

You may talk about your voitures, When you’re sitting ’round the quarters, But when it comes to getting blesses in Take a little tip from me: Let those heavy motors be, Pin your faith to Henry F.’s old Hunka Tin. Give her essence and I’eau, Crank her up and let her go. You back-firin’, spark-plug-foulin’ Hunka Tin. The paint is not so good, And no doubt you’ll find the hood Will rattle like a boiler shop enroute; The cooler’s sure to boil. And perhaps She’s leakin’ oil. Then oftimes the horn declines to toot. But when the night is black, And there’s blesses to bring back, And they hardly give you time to take a smoke, It’s mighty good to feel, When yo’re sitting at the wheel, She’ll be running when the bigger cars are broke. After all the wars are past, And we’re taken home at last To our reward of which the preacher sings, When these ukulele sharps Will be strumming golden harps. And the aviators all have reg’lar wings; When the kaiser is in hell 'With the furnace drawing well, Paying for his million different kinds of sin; If they’re running short of coal, Show me how to reach the hole, And I’ll cast a few loads down with Hunka Tin. Yes, Tin, Tin, Tin, You exasperating puzzle, Hunka Tin; I’ve abused you and I’ve flayed you. But, by 'Htenry Ford, who made you, You are better than a Packard, Hunka Tin. —From the American Service Bulletin, Paris.