Those are worth some bucks today.
The bike we put it on was an old “Western Flyer”. I think Daddy bought it used after he got back from WWII but it might have been in the 30s.
My Brother used it to deliver papers in the early 50s. One day a guy backed up on it, his rear bumper riding up on the front wheel. It bent the fork and destroyed the wheel. Daddy made the guy pay for it getting fixed.
The last I remember, that old bike and motor was leaning against a timber in my parents old barn. They sold their place in the early 2000s and moved back to where they grew up. I bet the old thing is still sitting there.