In Ralph Steins wonderful book Treasury of the Automobile he relays how the young rich sporting set had a rivalry between the Mercer and the Stutz. The Stutz Bearcat gang would chant the above, and the Mercer crowd would return, 'You've got to be nuts to drive a Stutz!' See, nothing ever changes.
Thanks both! No chrome on this baby, it's all brass. I should forward this to the collection manager? Actually, it's so dark in there no one would ever see it except a Petzval and 19 seconds.