Judge — April 3, 1920 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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2 AED a eee ror eer RT ee esi ae — If you're thinking of buying an automobile but are in doubt as to what particular type is best suited to your needs, H. W Slauson, M. E. Editor of Leslie's Motor Department will give you accurate and unbiased informa- tion that will help you decide right. Mr. Slauson is an automobile expert who is in an unusual posi- tion to help settle motor questions. * For years he has been studying the problems of thousands of motor- ists, and his own ex- perience and his com- plete records of other motorists enable him to advise you promptly and accurately on any matter relating to automobiles, motor- cycles, motor boats, motor trucks. This service is offered to ‘‘Judge’s’’ readers without any charge or obligation. Write him a letter asking his expert advice. MOTOR DEPARTMENT ~\LESLIE'S WEEKLY 225 Fifth Avenue New York City | A Glimpse into the Near Future By Hexry Canter ‘THe great plane bounded with ever increas. ing speed over the smooth grassy stretches of Canadian meadow, and—suddenly bumped no me Twenty, fifty, a hundred feet below could be seen the upturned faces of my com- rades of a moment ago, who had become ridicu- lously small as we mounted higher. After a steady climb we at last flattened out at 6000 nd with a final turn settled down on our n southward. Smiling I glanced idly over the side of the fuselage. Already the field was out of sight and ahead a distant glint of blue indicated our proximity to Lake It rapidly grew in size as we approached and soon we were fairly over it. nly a small jet black dot appeared in the sky to our right and above us. I strained my eyes and then seizing the speaking tube shouted a warming to Red, who was at the con- trols, With a swerve to the left and upward we had hidden ourselves behind a flying bank of cloud, but in vain—a rift in the cloud revealed our neighbor who was now dis= tinguishable as a fast flying biplane A red rocket calling on us to land and submit to search identified him as one of the new border revenue patrol, and I groaned, A side- slip failed to elude him, for tuming quickly he had fol- lowed us and was now directly on our tail, Should we strike our colors or make a run for it? Out of the corner of my eye I saw that we had passed the southem shore of Lake Erice—only twenty miles fur- ther to the rendez- vous, an unfre- quented Little lake in the Adirondacks “We'll chance it.” I called through the tube. “Like old times, what!” an- swered Red. A second = red rocket from our pursuer burst out a scant three hundred yards from us. By way of reply I leaned down in the fuselage, picked up my flask and, stand- ing up, took a long drink—I felt I was going to need it. Drown by Catveny Sarre Even as I lowered the flask from my lips, a white streak appeared in the air to right as the tracer bullets of the revenue plane cut the air about us. A series of “S” curves carried us out of immediate danger, and with increasing hope I looked ahead for the lake. It lay dead ahead of us—but once more the tracers were around us and the pungent smell of something that was neither gasoline nor motor oil informed me that we had been hit—seriously Another series of ses” and then Red put her nose down hard. The lake rose to meet us with amazing velocity. Twenty feet from the sur face we straightened out and as the revenue ship dove on us in final desperation, I pulled the lever, our precious cargo fell clear and supported by the parachute dropped lazily into the lake a boat was being rowed out to meet it With a sigh of relief, I fired my white rocket indicating surrender, and headed for the nearest landing field twelve miles further south with our captor making circles over our heads. The motor cut, we glided to the field and gradually rolled to a standstill. Climbing to the ground we watched our revenue man make his landing. Come what might, thank God, the whiskey was saved! Way tue Covetre Wuo Came Berore tHe Curtain Went Ur Missep a Part or tHe First Act comicbooks.com JUDGE