Judge, 1928-02-04 · page 33 of 36
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High Hat (Continued from page 11) lot of the guests. At 5 A. M. we were driven out to Roosevelt Field, with an escort of two hun- dred) motorcycle policemen and George Olsen’s band, and it took our party three hours to pass a n point. The given point a spe y on Forty-ninth Street. The citizens all along the way turned out to cheer us on our way: going so far as to strew flowers in our path. Most of the flowers were in pots. some of them even Ce Arriving at Roosevelt Field we repaired, and we were in need of to the hangover and trundled “The Spirit of Pol Roget” out on the rumway, After Mac and I had taken our seats, Henry Ford insisted on starting the engine, and then a laughable thing happened, as you will agree when I tell you about it. The starting of the propeller so suddenly blew Mac’s high hat | off; and you won't believe it, but it landed right on Gloria Swan- | son’s head, and a hearty laugh rose from the huge crowd. Quick as a wink, Gloria in that inimi- table way of hers tipped the hat and cried “Bon Vi * Her quick retort saved the situation. As everyone bared their heads, President Coolidge made brief | farewell address. In f: it was | so brief no one heard it, but the spirit of the thing got the crowd and there was a dramatic silence as we started. The last glimpse I had was of little Bobbe Arnst pushing her way through the crowd: ng with out- stretched er our machine crying Junior! Wait for Baby! Wait for Baby!" But | this flight was no women’s play | and with a set face I jerked back the stick and “The Spirit of Pol Roget” took the air! eared using the name rietta Perkins in the caption, JUDGE unwittingly printed it thinking the name fictitious; the contributor unwittily thought It a ke on an acquaintance. figuratively slaps its con- tributor’s wrist and humbly begs Miss Perkins’ pardon. Solution of Last Week’s Puzzle Guilty of HEBETUDE! N°: dear reader, the cop can’t ar- rest him for it because “hebe- tude” means folly. And if that were a crime, there would be millions of people guilty—including ¢ ne who leaves the delicate lining of his throat unprotected against dust, rms and raw biting winds. Effective protection is so easy to “The cheapest health insurance in the world” get! Smith Brothers Cough Drops safely guard and gently medicate the throat tissues. They quickly soothe irritations, relieve hoarseness, case and stop coughs. Your whole throat is cooled, cleared, refreshed. 5c—S. B. or Menthol SMITH BROT COUGH DROPS He—Why are you so. sure Joan wasn't kissed when they turned out the lights? She—Because she was the only | one who was blushing when they were turned on agai —Evervnopy’s Werexiy There w tobacconist’s shop recently police had considerable difficulty in dispersing the crowd which gathered to inhale the free smoke. —Hemorist rimi<ip[n riol<] 5 DIDI) If I were a motorist I'd be primed for chang- ing tires along dark country roads, ready to pick out road-signs at dark intersections, ready for all those jobs that come to the man who drives a car at night. Not only ready, but Eveready, if you get me, with a good flashlight. And I'd keep that flash- light hitting on all cylin- ders by using genuine Eveready Batteries — the kind that lasts and lasts and lasts. Get the flashlight habit. That's my tip to motor- ists, and no foolin’. $50" p The Landon School LY 1483 National Bidg., Cleveland, O, comicbooks.com