Not the least of mankind's fanatic fractions is that vanishing fraternity of motorists who still drive a Model T. Not the kast among them is septuagenarian Ernest A. Franke. a retired baker of Washington, D. C. One day last week Mr. Franke and his 1921 Ford chattered down Pennsylvania Avenue, wheeled into the semicircular White House driveway, and astounded White House police by pausing hard by the Executive Office.
"Where's Henry?" cackled Gaffer Franke. "I want him to see this old car."
Assured that Henry Ford had not yet arrived, and that citizens' cars...
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