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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943

Page 39

"Well - what is it?" inquired Eddie a bit testily.
   "I dunno exactly. I guess 'Automatic Driver' would be about as close as anything. All I have to do ispress the red button & say where I want to go, * the machine takes me there safely.
   "It's the practical answer to a drinking-man's prayer," continued Frank. "Many's the nite I've been so plastered I could hardly see, let alone drive; & I'd just fall in behind the wheel - to make it look like I was driving - push the button, say 'home', & wake up sitting in my own garage."
   Eddie chuckled. "Nice story. But what's it really do?"
   Frank frowned. "Oh, one of those guys, eh? All right. We'll fix you." He pushed the red button. "17 Rogers Road," he said, giving the number of Eddie's residence. He then took his hands from the wheel & put on his best Sunday smirk.
   The car moved smoothly along thru the traffic - avoiding tie-ups, stopping & starting at traffic lites etc, while Eddie looked on nervously. glancing first at the road, then at Frank's hands reposing nonchalantly in his lap, & fiting the impulse to grab the wheel himself.
   They approached an intersection, & immediately beyond, a large moving van was blocking the entire street. Eddie could stand it no longer, & with a fritened squawk he snatched at the wheel & started to haul on it for a hard right turn.
   But the wheel slipped from his grasp, rapped his fingers sharply on the spokes, & made as neat a left turn as anyone could wish for.
   Frank guffawed. "'Smatter? Don't you know where you live? Your street is down this way."
   A few minutes later the car pulled to a smooth stop in front of 17 Rogers Road. Eddie's eyebrows were struggling to merge with his hairline. Suddenly he hopped out as tho he had been sitting on a hornet.
   "Well, Frank... Ah - thanks for the - ulp - lift," he said. Then: "You mean to say that thing will go anywhere you tell it to?"
   "Anywhere," replied Frank. "See you later!"
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"Well - what is it?" inquired Eddie a bit testily. "I dunno exactly. I guess 'Automatic Driver' would be about as close as anything. All I have to do ispress the red button & say where I want to go, * the machine takes me there safely. "It's the practical answer to a drinking-man's prayer," continued Frank. "Many's the nite I've been so plastered I could hardly see, let alone drive; & I'd just fall in behind the wheel - to make it look like I was driving - push the button, say 'home', & wake up sitting in my own garage." Eddie chuckled. "Nice story. But what's it really do?" Frank frowned. "Oh, one of those guys, eh? All right. We'll fix you." He pushed the red button. "17 Rogers Road," he said, giving the number of Eddie's residence. He then took his hands from the wheel & put on his best Sunday smirk. The car moved smoothly along thru the traffic - avoiding tie-ups, stopping & starting at traffic lites etc, while Eddie looked on nervously. glancing first at the road, then at Frank's hands reposing nonchalantly in his lap, & fiting the impulse to grab the wheel himself. They approached an intersection, & immediately beyond, a large moving van was blocking the entire street. Eddie could stand it no longer, & with a fritened squawk he snatched at the wheel & started to haul on it for a hard right turn. But the wheel slipped from his grasp, rapped his fingers sharply on the spokes, & made as neat a left turn as anyone could wish for. Frank guffawed. "'Smatter? Don't you know where you live? Your street is down this way." A few minutes later the car pulled to a smooth stop in front of 17 Rogers Road. Eddie's eyebrows were struggling to merge with his hairline. Suddenly he hopped out as tho he had been sitting on a hornet. "Well, Frank... Ah - thanks for the - ulp - lift," he said. Then: "You mean to say that thing will go anywhere you tell it to?" "Anywhere," replied Frank. "See you later!" **** (continued on page 50)