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plishes first refueling by booti- and. Ike, ill go- said a note from M. Saturday. Al- though the many who have been constantly keeping track of the progress of the party could no tice no sign of trouble, a note dropped after the third re-fueling said, “Beginning to hear knocks but we'll keep going as long (Signed) Whoopee. ALM. Sunday. Crowds began to gather at an early hour this morning in the hope that the party would be forced down within a few hours. Everyone wants to be the first to get at the intrepid fliers 12:08 P.M. Sunday. “Spirits very low. Expect us down any time now,” said a plaintive note dropped at this time. j:57 P.M. Sunday. William K. Whoopee and wife finished their nearly successful endurance ty in Apartment 24 a few After successfully large crowd that had gathered Mr, Whoopee told. re- } porters that neither he nor his wife intended to try and break Fineman—What the heck are you doin’? any records for some time, Exaixeen—I'm whistling to keep up my courage, Cannone Cannone. Endurance Flight 9 P.M. Friday. In another effort to all sustained party or William K. Whoopee and wife took off this evening from Fyre Arms Court in their snappy little single whirlwind Apartment 2 Be- fore the start Mr. Whoopee was heard to say, “We hope to keep i830 A, M. Saturday. “Haven't. broken any — records yet,” said a note from Whoopee, “but have shattered three and a couple of reputatic Looks as if we might get a bit of fog. 1:08 P.M. Saturday, Apart- ment 24 successfully —accom= this party up for an all-time record.” A. M. Saturday. A ly boom-boom — from — the tight little Apartment 24 told listeners on the ground-floor and elsewhere in the neighborhood that Whoopee was still going strong. A note dropped in a bottle said, “We're a couple of ‘tough hombres’, me and the lit- tle wife, so don't expect this party to finish till we've broken the | record.” “We all hope said one of the ground floor crew commenting on the note, “that Game Warven—You'll have to throw he's referring to that Rudy caught back in. Vallee one they've been playing.” “I didn’t catch that, that’s my bait.” that fish you just comicbooks.com