Young Dr. Rhodes, fresh from his
internship, has been in our town only a few months. The going hasn't
been easy. He finally found a little office and then sweated it out
for a couple more weeks while waiting for office equipment. Add to
this an old sedan with a chirp that was a cross between an anemic canary and
a peanut roaster, and you'll see why Doc was ready to visit a doctor
The older, established physicians were
feeding Doc a lot of their night calls. That's why he bought the car.
He'd only had it a short time when that high-pitched chirp developed.
The birdie only sang when the engine idled or when the car was moving slowly
The squeak while idling was worst.
That usually took place at an intersection when he was waiting for a light.
Doc, hoping the noise would go away, tried to ignore it.
But the afternoon he stopped at an
intersection near the high school - that did it.
Mandy Manville was riding with Doc.
She's about the prettiest music teacher our high school ever saw and Doc was
seeing her regularly, picking her up after classes nearly every day.
The squeak started as usual when he pulled up to wait for a red light.
"Listen to the birdie," jeered one of a
group of students waiting for a bus.
"Somebody gave him the bird and he kept
it," said another. This brought laughs from the boys and giggles from
"Maybe we could get him to bring it to
our singing class," said the first student. "It might be some kind of
With a very red face, Doc drove away from
the intersection. He shot a sidelong glance at Mandy. She was
looking at him.
"Doctor Rhodes," she began with mock
seriousness, "that bird has got to go - if I have to shoot it myself."
"I know," he said. "Maybe it will
just go away. It just came, you know."
"It sounds as if it has moved in
permanently," she said. "I think it likes you a lot."
"I'll put salt on its tail," he told her.
"John," Mandy said, "I'm serious.
You heard those students back there."
"I did," he replied. "They sounded
like uncouth brats. Any of them in your classes?"
"Yes, and they really aren't uncouth
They're just at that age when they think
everything is a wisecrack. "They don't mean to be cruel - just to be funny."
"It didn't sound funny to me," Doc said.
"Not to me. It's not the first
time," she went on. "The other day I overheard one of them referring
to you as Doctor Squeaky. That's not very good for a young doctor just
getting his start."
Doc's face reddened again. "All
right," he agreed. "I'll take it to a garage as soon as I drop you
off. I'll pick you up this evening for the movies."
"I hope you really have it fixed," she
"I'm not so sure I want to go to the
movies in this car, if that bird hasn't been shooed."
"If nothing else," Doc grinned, "I'll
personally wring its neck. No bird - especially one with a voice like
that - is going to come between us and the movies."
After leaving Mandy at her home, Doc
pulled in the first garage he saw. A mechanic, wiping his hands on a
wad of waste, walked from the rear of the shop.
"Listen to that squeak," Doc told him.
"I hear it," said the mechanic. He
raised the hood and listened for half a minute. "It's the water pump.
Maybe a shot of grease will fix it, but you probably need a new pump."
"Try grease," Doc suggested.
The mechanic gave it the grease but the
chirping went right on.
"I guess it didn't need grease," the
mechanic said sadly, staring at the engine.
"What's a new pump cost?" Doc asked.
"It'll be $8.49, including labor."
"Okay," Doc agreed, "put on a new pump."
While the mechanic worked, Doc stood
around and watched.
"Al right, start 'er up," the mechanic
said at last.
Doc started the engine and the squeak
started too. Doc looked at the mechanic. The mechanic shrugged
"I thought you said it was the water
pump," Doc accused. "Or do all the new water pumps come complete with
"I guess I was wrong," the mechanic
admitted, "but you needed a new pump anyway. The old one was about
shot. Wouldn't have lasted through the winter."
Doing a slow burn, Doc paid his bill and
drove away with his chirp. Several blocks away he saw another garage.
He was determined to get rid of the squeak. It had gotten to be a sort
of personal thing now, as if the car were heckling him. He drove into
the second garage.
"Ah, a birdie," said a mechanic as Doc
let the motor idle.
"Yes," Doc said grimly. "a birdie - a
squeak-a-chirp - but what is it?"
"What you need, mister," said the
mechanic, "is a new water pump."
"I do?" Doc raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," the man repeated, "a new pump.
The bearing's shot on that one. No
use trying to fix it. Cost more than a new one."
Another New Pump?
"You make up your mind in a hurry, don't
you?" Doc asked.
"Well, I got ears," he answered. He
raised the hood and turned to Doc in surprise.
"I had that pump put on less than an hour
ago," Doc told him. "Guess again."
"If it's not the pump, it must be the
fan," the man said. "Ever try lubricating it?"
"No," Doc snapped. "You try."
The mechanic oiled the fan bearing but
the chirp didn't stop.
"Now what is it?" Doc asked.
"It must be the fan belt," the mechanic
said. "Watch this." He squirted powdered graphite on the belt.
The birdie continued.
He squirted more graphite. The
squeak went on and the fan belt began to slip.
"Got any more suggestions?" Doc asked.
"Yeah," said the mechanic. "You
need a new fan belt."
"Put it on," Doc told him.
It was the same story when the new belt
was installed, and the engine started. Doc's birdie was still on
"Can you think of anything else?" Doc
asked. Would you like to put in a new engine?"
"Well, I'll tell you, Maybe..."
"No," Doc said firmly. "I'll tell
you and without a maybe, I've had enough. "He paid the bill, slammed
the car in gear, and roared out of the garage.
A few blocks away, he saw Mandy.
She was leaving a grocery store. Doc and the squeak pulled up to the
"Hear you still have that rare bird,
"I've been to two garages," Doc replied,
opening the door for her. "Get in. I'll drive you and the
"Did you try the Model Garage?" she
"No," he answered, "but the two I did try
didn't have the cure. The diagnosis is free but you pay for the
remedy, even if it's the wrong remedy."
"You sound like a doctor's patient," she
laughed. "Try the Model Garage. Father swears by Gus Wilson."
"The way I feel now, " Doc told her,
"there isn't a mechanic in town I wouldn't swear at."
"Go on," Mandy urged. "Try the
Model Garage. Remember, I'm still debating whether I want to go to the
movies if that nasty little bird tags along." She was smiling as he
left her at her home.
When Doc drove into the Model Garage
shop, Stan Hicks was checking the water in the batteries on the charge rack.
He looked up and grinned.
Doc Himself Has the Cure
"Don't tell me what's wrong," Stan
said. "You need a new water pump."
"Look," Doc began, fast running out of
temper. "I'm going to tell you. I don't need a new pump.
The fan bearing doesn't need greasing. I don't need a new fan belt.
But what I do need is a mechanic who has enough brains to stop that chirp
instead of sticking me with a lot of new parts I don't need."
"Now wait a minute," Stan said, taken
aback by the outburst. "You're that new doctor - Doctor Rhodes, aren't
"That's right," Doc snapped, "but what's
that got to do with this squeak?"
"When patients come to you, do you tell
them what's wrong, or do they tell you?" Stan asked.
"What goes on?" Gus asked stepping over
from his bench.
Dr. Rhodes told him about the other two
garages, what they did, and how much the tariff had been. Gus listened
patiently until Doc had finished.
"Just selling parts isn't our business,"
Gus said. "We correct what's wrong or it's no sale."
"You're the first one I've heard say
that," Doc grinned.
"All right," Gus said, "start the
He listened a moment and then added.
"It's a fact that a chirp like that very often is the fan or pump. But
I'm glad to know it's neither in this case. Simplifies the job of
Gus listened to the squeak as the engine
idled. He decided the sound wasn't coming from the front of the engine
- by the pump or fan - but farther back.
"It might be the fuel pump," Gus said,
"but it might be here. Cut the ignition."
Gus snapped off the distributor cap and
then turned to the doctor.
"I think," he told Doc, "that you've got
the cure for this squeak right there in your little black bag."
"What do you mean?" Doc reached for
his bag on the front seat.
"Got a tube of petroleum jelly?"
The doctor opened his bag and handed Gus
the tube. Gus pulled off the distributor rotor and dabbed it thin film
of the jelly on the cam. He replaced the rotor and snapped the cap
back in place.
"Start the engine," Gus said.
This time, when the engine idled, there
was no squeak.
"That's wonderful!" Doc grinned.
"I wouldn't say so," Gus chuckled.
He cut the ignition and removed the cap again. "See that little fiber block on the breaker arm that bears against the cam? When the cam's
bone dry, the block makes a chirping sound at low speeds. When the
engine revs up, the cam spins too fast to let it chirp. Not a good
idea to oil it. Spinning around, it might throw oil around inside the
distributor and foul the points."
"It still seems wonderful to me," Doc
"The way you located it so quickly.
How much do I owe you?"
"The way I figure it," Gus grinned, "your
petroleum jelly plus half a minute of my time add up to nothing at all."
Doc grinned back, "I think you've just
made a lifetime customer."
"That's the kind we're always looking
for," Gus told him.
As Doc drove out of the garage, Stan
turned to Gus. "I sure got off on the wrong foot with that guy," he
"So I noticed," Gus answered. "You
know, Stan, a good garage-man is like a good doctor.
One of the most valuable things he offers
his customers is a listening ear. Talking about their car troubles
makes the folks who foot the bills feel a little better. And
sometimes, listening to them saves a mechanic from pulling a boner."
"From now on," Stan said, "I'm known
around here as The Ear."