STALKING THE RARE ST. GEORGES

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Jr., Worcester, New York 12197

Many years ago while visiting a farmer in the wilds of northern New York, I was introduced to a marvelous invention called the 'BUZZ SAW.' Now, to this day, I do not know where that saw got its name as I have never heard one that buzzed. This one was no exception, as it could be heard working away for half a mile.

This particular rig was constructed many many years before I graced the nursery at St. Lukes Hospital in Newburgh, New York. It was an intriguing thing with all kinds of cast iron, and flywheels and smoke, and noise. It was so ugly, that a feller couldn't help but like it. The ol' gent gassed up the engine, oiled it, and cranked it over, on the first POPI knew I was in love. However, it sure seemed strange to me to hear that thing go through its hit-and-miss routine. Having grown up on the smooth purr of the Packard straight eight, I was sure that the old hunk of iron wasn't long for this world.

Closer investigation of the power unit, after the wood was sawed and piled, allowed me to learn that the engine was none other than a ST. GEORGES.

Now at the time, I was sure that only a nut would want to own anything that heavy and that noisy, so I promptly forgot about it. But, with age, I mellowed and finally came to my senses and began to collect 'one-lungers' for myself. The first one I sought was a 'ST. GEORGES' and the search continued for many years to no avail. I stomped the highways and byways of most of the New England states and traveled as far west as Iowa, but try as I may, I could not even get a lead on a St. Georges.

I became so desperate for one, that I even took to advertising and this proved to be a wise move on my part. After the first ad, some wrote to tell me there never was such an engine, but I knew better. I'm not only built like an elephant, but I can remember like one especially when it comes to 'ol' iron.'

Finally early in October, I received a letter from a young man in eastern Massachusetts with a collection of cast iron gems of his own. Seems he not only had one St. Georges, he had two! One of which he agreed to sell or trade to me. Needless to say, it was just a few short days later that my old Chevy one ton was would up tight and Jan, Paul and I were headed down the pike.

We left Worcester, New York, in the afternoon, and after driving through the beautiful multi-colored mountains, we arrived in Worcester, Massachusetts, where we spent the night. The next morning we drive 40 miles east, and after looking over some real fine engines, we loaded the St. Georges and headed for home. We also loaded a 1 HP Mogul, for good measure.

Now it is just a few short days later, and I am busy scraping and fixin' so I can get this beauty ready for the spring show of our club at Gallupville, New York. Y'all come on over and check it out. After all, it isn't every day that you see a ST. GEORGES. Lord Bless Ya'.