Judge — April 14, 1928 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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High Hat (Continued from page 11) was that? Ye gods! Gunfire! As the bullets started to whizz around us, Mac leaned over the side of the cock-eyed pit and cried: “F'revvin's sake! That's Philadelphia down there!” He whipped out his binoculars and then cried again: “I’ve got it! They — think confederate air-mailmen !"" By this time the bullets had penetrated our petrol tanks (hot dog!) and we were sinking rap- idly. “To the parachutes!” I cried, and leaped leapt jumped overboard. Mac followed imme- diately afterwards, but narrowly 1 falling seventeen thou sand feet by foolishly opening a bottle of champagne, and the cork went right through the para- chute! As we floated downward, Mac suddenly whipped out his binocu lars again (he really has a weak- ness for whipping out his binocu lars) and cried: “Look! Be- low!" Well, you won't believe but there below us was the Navy Dirigible Los Angel can imagine our surprise 3 adroit (hot dog!) handling of our parachutes we managed to alight on top of the big bag, and it was but a moment before we were safe in the cabin shaking hands with Commander Rosendahl. “Well, fancy mecting you fel- lows here!" he exclaimed. “Yes, it’s a small world, isn't it?” said Mac naively. I tried to push him overboard, but the Commander restrained me and inquired, “Where were you boys bound for “We was goin’ to the Hat Banquet in Philly!" safed Mac. “Well, it is indeed a - small world!” cried the Commander. | forgot myself and tried to push him overboard, but he laughed good naturedly as only a dirigi- ble commander can and added, “That's where I was bound!" By this time we were hovering over the Quaker City and, throw ing a rope ladder to the roof of the Ritz Carlton, we descended. chatting merrily. we're High vouch The banquet was a huge sue- cess, and if I say so myself, Joe Hartley, the Harvard grid star, and myself sang “Lord Jeffery Amherst” better than anyone in the place. And the Philadelphia High Hats are a great crowd, all EMBARRASSING Wednesday's party on Friday night.... be nonchalant . . men with both feet on the rail. You will find a snapshot of us on this page. I had often won- dered what “delphia” meant. Now I know! It means a puneh bowl! The next morning, bright and carly in the afternoon, we left our suite in the Ritz and there by the front door was our old faith ful ship! It followed us down and waited patiently all night. We stuffed the bullet holes with champagne corks, and with the entire club sticking their heads out the front windows and singing, “Oh, How High Hat to get up in the morning,” we de- parted. When you show up for - light a MURAD. Cigarette. MOME!T The original drawing of "The Unexpected Guest” By Mr. John Conacher has heen presented to COLONEL LINDBERGH A limited number of mounted art prints of this beautiful drawing have been made up and will be shipped to anyone upon receipt of FIFTY CENTS. Address Art Print Dept, IUDGE PUB. CO. Inc 027 W. 43rd St. New York City STUDENT CRUISE TOURS via the MEDITERRANEAN Palermo. tered ture TE TRAVEL BUREAU ‘YELlowstone 7983 >comicbooks.com