He was standing in a Haitian graveyard with a frightened girl. A frightened Italian was rooted near-by, making throat-sounds like whimpering. A frightened Negro, a frightened blonde and a frightened college professor were parked in a frightened Model T under the cemetery arch. Two frightened men were arguing in violent whispers off in the fog; and the only one present who wasn't frightened was the little old lady jaunty aganst the tombstone -- uncaring because she was dead!
-- Theodore Roscoe, Z Is for Zombie (1937)
They just don't write them like that any more. "Frightened Model T;" hah!