In Detroit one day last week a file of twelve cars with deliberate-looking drivers swung in beside the gasoline pumps of Orville E. Putnam's filling station. Each driver asked for one gallon of gas, insisted on all free services down to battery-checking, paid with a $20 bill. This malicious formula had not been repeated very often before Proprietor Putnam, hot and sore, called a policeman. Result: the price of gasoline to the tormentors was upped from 16½¢ to $1 per gallon.
No pointless nuisance, the descent on Putnam's filling station was an attempt by the Michigan...
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