. . . Al Miller found an antique fire engine for sale in Tennessee. He brought the truck to Fairyland where it became a favorite attraction. Kids clamored aboard the engine's back for slow, screaming rides through the park. Drivers whipped the siren into a frenzy while a blinding flasher splashed crimson through the trees. When the engine wasn't making a spectacle of itself at Fairyland proper, it was ringing its way through small town parades and picnics—on lease from Al—with the renter's advertisement riding high in the rear. . . .

. . ."Fairyland was never much trouble," Georgia Miller insists. "We had the usual small problems—kids hopping on and off the carousel or trying to sneak into the park. The only crime I remember happened one day at our novelty stand. We had a novelty stand where we sold balloons and airplanes and fireman hats, and, one day, while my sister was tending it, a lady stole a little fur monkey. But that worked out okay, too, because my sister chased her, and we did get our monkey back. . . ."