My mother had 9 brothers, born between 1906 and 1925. I don't know if it was being raised on a farm or the various machinery of the era but not one brother made it to adulthood with 10 complete fingers.

Note the pipe and missing digits.

The signwriter Alfred James Neill was born in 1877. The 1900 Census lists him a a pugilist. He was a middleweight compiling a 37-18-15 career record. He appears to have retired in 1910, and his 1917 draft registration states that he is a sign writer with his business at 115 Turk, he was still at that address in 1924.

Al died in 1937.

Oh yeah, he's one of the poker players in that painting.

Hopefully their other rolling stock have tread on the tires. That scowling dog is probably thinking the dog bone radiator cap is not the real thing.

again, Shorpy shows us the skills of freehand signpainters at their finest, this, by Al Niell is outstanding, truly a lost art.

For a moment there I thought I thought the driver was flashing the pooch the Audubon Salute.

I say, old chap, that doggie is awesome!

With tires that bald they better be!

I wonder if they could climb some of San Fransisco's steeper hills on a rainy day?