JUST TO MACHINE THE GEAR BOX. Las machine wa kifuatia a'la very blá, very wonderful and very potly. Specially con structed just to machine the gear-bor, it is but one link in the dain of, ultra-modent funchingay which is responsk Irie
(at the ecusay and can. omy of Morda manufacture.
THE HONG KONG TELEGRAPH,
Big enough but
not too big
HERE is nothing small about the Morris, except the cost of Tuning it. Its cugine is well up to its work, say you anywhere a car will go, gives you all the speed that you may reasonably want. Yet judged by certain standards it is not big; it does not need to be, because it is accurately constructed to deliver every ounce of the power for which it is rated.
So it is with the chassis and gear-box; here every unit is correctly proportioned; more than strong enough for its work, yet because it is made throughom of British steel to British smndards there has been no necessity to achieve this strength with large or over- sized components.
Examing, the World" model Morris; note its sturdy compact design, the well-finished workmanship throughout. Then you will realise that this British car is the cor of the future--the car that is big enough, yet not too big,
MORRIS
MORRIS MOTORS (1926), LTD., COWLEY, OXFORD
The Hongkong Hotel Garage."
THE HONGKONG AND SHANGHAI HOTELS LTD.)
Queens' Road Contral,
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Dickey-seat' Roadster
.4-seater...
G.$1,175
Touring Car
.5-senter
1,176
Sedan (2-door)
.5-seater
1.250
Sedan (4-door)
.5-senter
1,350
All prices subject to change without notice. Keen appreciation' has grested Oldsmobile's smart_new beauty. Naturally such modish lines and striking colours would win the lion's share of, admiration from those, who "know it only by sight. But every day Oldsmobile perform- anco jeizes the attention of those who never knew it bofore--- because you can't know. it till you drive the car, This thrilling, smoother performance is the crowning feature of Oldsmobile--the overflowing measure of value now yours at - prices lower than ever before.
THE DRAGON MOTOR CAR CO. LTD. Telephone Central 1246 or 1247.,
88 WONG NEI CHUNG ROAD, --- HAPPY VALLEY.
MOTORING SUPPLEMENT SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 11. 1928.
NOTHING LIKE IT.
A Tale of Woe by the Wayside...
[By Cyril A. Potts.]
My car suddenly started play- ing the fool. Instead of purring along with its usual musical hum, the engine began running on the dot-and-carry-one principle. Hav ing an excellent reason for not wishing to soil my hands (run away you boys, it was nothing of the sort; besides, she does not mind a bit), I stopped at a garage in a typical English village. I knew it was n garage because it said so over the door, otherwise I might have mistaken it for a rabbit hutch, or a bacon box.
Concerning Alf.
I taotled my horn and, after an Interval, Alf came out.. Alf was an unattractive youth with # shifting cold and pro-war dirt on his.rock. He waved the stump of. a Woodbine with a prehensile upper lip and looked at me with the expression of a tired cow. I explained the symptoms, made a few suggestions and went for a stroll. It was about 8 p.m. By 3.16 p.m. I had surveyed the en- tire village in detail, sò I strolled back to the garage.. Alf was alt [ling on my suitcase, playing spilli-: kins with my tools. The Wood- 'bine, which had gone out, was still describing graceful circles in the air. 1went for apother stroll.
On Returning.
When I came back Alf had raised the bonnet and was having a rest. I struck me that he had heen hibernating and had not yet come out of his trance. He moved about as rapidly, as a small on a- fly-paper. I asked him what --- gress he bad made, and he'rpolied | that he thought "there was sun- mat_wrong, somewheres,"
They say that "a soft answer turneth away wrath." I do not agree. More often it inanires it.
Telling him to have a look at the valves and plugs, for a start, i strolled for a third time.
have seldom seen a more boring village. I spent ten minutes watching some ducks standing on their heads in a atagnant pund, and another ten examining the Tombstonca in the churchyard. When I returned Alf} was again having a, rest. He had removed several nuts from the cylinder head and timing cover and disconnected, the lamp wires. I made an extempore sneech, with, decorations, which reduced him to' tears, then I went across to "The Frog and Faceache" for some tea. Last.
My demand caused a certain amount of confusion, not to say consternation, at "The Frog and Facenche," but eventuall the tea, such as it was, was served.
Tair:
MOTORING IN FICTION. Ignorance of Some Writers.
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"A jewel of
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Some as now being displayed in Far
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the oflicer's arm was lowered our forty miles an hour, etc." under the left ear. Telling the
horo, wrongly applying the re-second or two afterwards, the indignant Alf to crawl hack into
verse clutch, caused the car to owner of a two-seater motorcar It was now dusk, and when his hole and die, I removed my
Jump backwarda, etc."
at the bottom of the hill watched returned to the garage I found cont, hung it over the back of the
Turning to another journal, we a great motor-bus flash past the locked up.. My car was inside and fear and tackled the job myself, in
find a more ambitious attempt to spot." Alf and doparted into the un-spite of the protests of Mr. Blogga.
incorporate technical detalls in an After digesting the foregoing, it known.
If all the children who now]
otherwise commendable short is a matter for wonder why the With much perseverance I sue made their
Now that all the world and his story. The writer, in describing L. G. O. C. has a regulation which from appearance eedded in tracking Mr. Bloggs, the nowhere have since grown up, that wife, to say nothing of his sons an accident to a privately-owned calls for their drivers, when de proprietor of the garage, to his village must be a populous city, and daughters, go n-motoring, it molar-bus, blithered as follows: scending steep, gradients in the They made shrill and offensive behoves journalists, writers of ""After negotiating-Hill, Dick suburbs, to get into bottom gear,, Mr. Bloggs was a plumber, with remarks about my personal short stories and authors Hero found himself on the lip of which means their crawling down the accent on the "plum." He appearance and the appear generally, to pay special heed to the sleep ascent that led down to fat four miles an hour, without the probably put it down to indiges-ance of my beloved car, and any technical features introduced the last village before-Slipping application of either brake, I tion: I explained the position at left indelible finger-marks on the to their literary effusions. the engine into bottom gear, he would
interesting some length, but Mr. Blogge was paint. They tootled the horn, Judging by the awful blunders re- pulled on his hand brake and com- to know tho speed attain unmoved. I expostulated; I knocked my coat down and walked cently perpetrated in some of the meneed to go down steadily. able by the bus on any gear ploaded; regret to say I even on it, and one bright youth with weeklies, it must be assumed that
Suddenly, the bus shot forward. other than "bottom." stooped to profanity, but Mr. artistic leanings drew my portrait the practical experience in motor- Pressing on his foot brake, he. Is there a remedy for such stuff Bloggs merely scratched his head. on the off-side wing with the tanging of many writers has been con- held its speed for a moment, and as the foregoing? It would appear, Finally, he informed me that his of a file, a performance which was fined to an occasional ride in a then it began slowly but surely to that editors must issue an odiet trade union would not allow him greatly appreciated by everyone friend's car. Otherwise we should gather speed again, ・ “Good that no writer shall describe any- to work at so Inte an hour, even but me.
not be treated to this sort of Heavens' he muttered to himelf thing about motors unless he or If there had been any light in the
thing: "In obedience to the out- grimly, 'we're out of control Yet she personally drives a car. Al- garage, which there was not; but,
stretched arm of the constable. Dick hung on. He was not the ternatively, every journal "might So-and-so brought his natty two- sort of man to lose his head. The keep on the premises an automo-
cater to a standstill; immediately speedometer rose gradually to bile engineer as a sub-editor
as a great favour, he agreed to un- lock the door and I could take
A Dog Dispute. There was also a large herd of away my suitcase as 1 didn't seem hostile and quarrelsome dogs, two
to trust it where it was.
of which started a fight between There was nothing for it but to my legs, just when I was trying reconcile myself lo a night at "The of them joined in and one of them to lift a valve spring. The rest Frog and Faccache."
"The Frog and Faccache", was mistook my ler for an opponent
distincti not pleased to see me again. The and bit it. I got landlady gave me a room, under peevish, and the plumber rebuke pratest. The whole place silently me for using language before all reproved me for daring to disturb them innocent children., He said its peace. The food was second that a toff with a motorcar ought hand, so were the sheets. The
to know batter. I made an bed was, apparently, stuffed with Incoherent noise, which was the potatoes and, during the night, the nearest approach to speech that I feather escaped from the pillow gould achieve at the moment. By and found its way into my throat degrees my threatening attitude There were other disturbances cleared the rabbit hutch, and though I was conscious of great) which Are apparently.. the stranger's prerogative.
unpopularity I was able to lacata Long before it was light the enthe trouble, which was nothing tire village held an animated demore serious than a sticking valve, bate, of which I was the subject, and put it right.
beneath my window, while the ostler played an obbligato on couple of tin pails.
Getting Busy.
I left that village, and the bulk
of my reddy 'mon without any great repret. I was on the Toad again, heading for civilisation, and, after all, civilisation has Its After a perfectly poisonous points. In the first mile I came breakfast I went across to the across Blatherer. Blatherer is a garage. Alf was actually work- imember of my club who is famous ing, while the plumber looked on among his friends as a juive of When I arrived he was paintin wine, and to the public as a writer the exhaust pipe with a mixture on country life. He was just of soap and water. Round him coming back from Town for u was strewn a miscellaneous collec-week-end in order to do a stirring tion of parts for which he had article in praise of the truly rural. been unable to find homes. In "So," he said, "you. have been reply to my question as to what spending a night in the village?" the Elephant and Castle he "Well, ho went on, "there is thought he was doin muttor-nothing in all the world quite like ed something about a compression an English village." leak. I seized him by the collar
"No," I agreed, and added under and jerked him out of the way, my breath a fervent Thank The plumber received a not un-Heaven.". needed dose of soap and water
A LOW-PRICED
COUPE.
also
bo
When John N. Willys, Toledo automobile manufacturer, posed for this picture with his new model Whippet coupe, the automobile industry, began to wonder if the long rumoured, "price war" on low-priced cars had not actually begun. The coups, shown here will sell iq. 'the Statea for 8545 (gold), which is just fivo dollars below the price of the new Ford coupe.