Milwaukee School of Engineering - EMF Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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Kint Bt Extra— pwittuag i p?rial SPEED FIEND DISCOVERED, AT LAST MOMENT, IN OUR CHIEF CAROONIST! Wc were talking over tlie last items of the E. M. F. About everything was in. Somehow or other the conversation drifted to the subject of speed- ways. Quietly there came into the conversation the voice of L. E. Glcim, and we made a discovery. He is a real speed fiend. He knows all about the leading speedways of the nation—Indianapolis, Chicago, New York, Omaha and Los Angeles; makes a point of taking in the great events of the motor races; knows lots of the big racers; and has a speed car of his own make out in his home in Phoenix. Arizona. It’s a gem. The story of it read like a Xmas story. Now, Glcim is a genius. Out there in Phoenix they show his art work- around town to all the leading citizens. Modest little Glcim doesn’t do it. but his father borrows the pictures and takes them down town. Well, once upon a time he made a picture—an oil painting—of the kind of a car he would like to own. He kept showing it to his father and say- ing. “There, Dad, is the car to own.” It had many features taken from the best racers, was a racy orange color and had one of those inflated backs that run out behind like Bob Burman’s or Dario Resta’s or De Palma’s machines. One day his father borrowed the picture to show it to his friends down- town (?). It remained away from home till Speedway Gleim began to wonder what had happened to it. Christmas came and Gleim was dissap- pointed at breakfast to find no present from Dad on his plate. But after breakfast they went out to the garage and threw wide the doors. Dad and he had a date to go hunting that day. The family already had three machines. There, in the midst of the group, stood Speedway Glcim’s yellow car. true to the picture in every detail. Yes, his father had sent that painting on to Detroit to the Dodge firm and had a special car made exactly like it—the nicest, niftiest little racer you ever saw. Miniature—only eighty-one inches wheel-base—just large enough for Gleim and a mechanician to sit side by side. A beautiful orange in color, a roar when on the road like a mixed calli- ope. fog horn and hurricane. Glcim’s heart went up in the air and hasn’t yet reached earth. Page Four Hundred Forty-seven

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 lyWWWWfWM» rJ'. y % w ft ' i.. T- YA yr MW .1l ' l'tw» w ., 'f THE 4920 Elf®- £26 ——— — u—— They sent me out to the range, To hear the bullets sing; 1 shot away one whole day, And never hit a thing. The captain said shoot at will; Says I “Which one is he’? That made the captain angry And he fired his gun at me. They shipped me away from out the camp, 1 landed over in France; I didn’t like the idea much Rut I thought I’d take a chance. The captain said : “The flag is down ’ To get it if I could; 1 said. “I’d really like to. Rut there are others just as good.” A cannon ball flew over me, I started home like sin; The captain, he was after me The lieutenant beat me in. The General says we’ll all go home When we whip Germany; To tell the truth the whole darn thing Can’t end too soon for me. Xow wars may come and wars may go, But get this in your mind, Whcn’ere they have have another war I’ll be hard to find. To shoot and fight may be all right Rut I think that it’s a sin, What 1 like is peace on earth And good will to all men. Now I could sing some more of this, There is lots more to tell; But I’ll sing the rest when cr’e I hear That the Kaiser has gone to well! If it should enter your head, That all this isn’t true: Just take a trip across to France And I’ll prove it all to yon.” (Chorus to be sung after each verse.) Page Four Hundred Forty-six

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Well, he went forth and entered all the races he could qualify for. And did all the stunts the law allowed. Got arrested seven times the first season. But was never fined. The police enjoyed the unique car so much they couldn’t bear to fine him. He took three prizes in races—there are lots of speedways around there. He raced in Arizona, New Mexico and California. He had one accident—in a road race. Threw one man over the fence and the car turned turtle. Nobody hurt. The Electrical Experimenter and various other magazines have written the car up and printed pictures of it. Speedway Gleim thinks of that car every day as he studies away out East here, and of his care-free career, and of his car waiting his long summer vacation, out there in cactus land. It goes as high .as seventy-eight miles an hour—fast as possible for a car so small. Gleim has traveled 102 miles an hour in a big racer. Page Four Hundred Forty-eight