Judge — May 12, 1928 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Slogan, N. J., April 1—In a special interview granted today by Lieut. Saul Waring Pi the aviation corps to this spondent, Licut. Pigeon declared that Charles Lindbergh of St. Louis, who plans to fly his plane “The Spirit of St. Louis” from New York to Paris, is under- taking the impossible. “I have been in a position to examine the various factors in- volved in such a flight,” stated ieut. Pigeon, who will be five years old in August, “and I should say that Lindbergh, as he styles himself, will never make it. It is suici Lieut. Pigeon, who is in charge of sandwich preparation for transatlantic fliers, revealed to this reporter for the first time something that should interest those who look to Lindbergh to succeed in what has been dubbed “Lindbergh's Folly “In the first . stated Lieut. Pigeon, “ is no such person as Lindbergh, ‘Lind- bergh’ is the name chosen by a wealthy :yndicate composed of bankers and manufacturers. This syndicate is in reality controlled by Henry Ford. “By Henry For we asked, mystified. “But surely— “Ah, you are myst smiled Lieut. Pigeon, “You ask what possible connection Henry Ford can have with his mad p! 1 will tell you. For some time past. ‘Tin Lizzie’ Ford. as I believe you newspaper men call him, has been trying to buy the Wayside Inn at Concord, Mass. Good. Now: The Yonkers Sirloin and Sausage Com- pany, which owns the Wayside Inn, has been loth to lose control of this property. Suppose — simply supposc—that the “S'long, Charlie... LINDBERGH HOP IMPOSSIBLE, SAYS EXPERT! By S. J. Peneumax attention of the whole civilized world were to be distracted by a young aviator’s successful transatlantic flight. And then suppose that while the Yonkers join. and Sausage Company © preparing to present a tes- timonial to Lindbergh in their wild joy, Henry Ford were to quickly ‘gain control of the Inn, You follow me? You see the genious intricacy of the man “Yes, yes,” we repiled, thought slowly taking shape in our brains, “and Ford proposes to send this daring young in his errand of distractio nis a Machiavelli!” said Pigeon trium- ‘And what does this scheming mind use as a last bril- liant climax? What does he ¢ “Wh we inquired, writing like GIVES THIS YOUNG AVIATOR HAM SAND- WICHES CONTAINING HAM PREPARED BY THE YO KERS SIRLOIN AND SAU- SAGE COMPANY THEM- SELVES!” ground out Pigeon his eyes blazing with ill-sup- pressed fury. We we vercome with surprise to venture ar before we had a chanc our next question, too who bread distractedly, aid, “thank God that America has at her beck and call a man who will let nothing—bribes, cajewelry, town cars, bags of money—interfere with his duty. We are that man, “We,” he said, pointing to. his slicing knife, “my slicing knife and [, we shall prevent this.” “But how?" we inquired be- wildered. “By refusing to place ham stamped with the gray goose seal of the Yonkers Sirloin and § sage Company in Lindbergh's sandwiches,” Pigeon reso- lutely, “and that is why [ say that Charles A. Lindbergh will never land his plane at— Le Bours not as long as I wear on my sleeve the purple and gold insignia of chief gunner’s aviation sandwich preparer.” “Lieutenant Pigeon,” we said, blowing our nose vigorously to wipe away the suspicion of a trace of moisture li gering there in our eye, “if you ever come to my home in Matteawan, I want you to be my guest. I promise you that there will always be room freshly swept awaiting you, no matter w time of the ¢ night you arrive. Greater hath no man. As I concluded, the clean sweet Il of a bugle rang out into the ew Jersey night. Pigeon drew himself up and saluted. His eyes were shining under his boy- ish tousled wsop of hair. There was a moment of silence, and then he spoke. “Oh, shucks,” he said’ modestly, “T just can’t help doing what I do. You know, when one’s a Harvard man— In a single splendid flash I understood. It was noblesse oblige. Never again would I that there is no honor among thieves. Drop over some time.” comicbooks.com