Judge — January 4, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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A Survey of Current Endurance Contests Report by Gurney Williams Photographs by George Lichtenstein contests are all the rage now, and every newspaper you pick up is filled with news, comic strips and the like; so last week the Editor of Jupce sent the photographer and me on a round-the-world tour to survey the situation, and if we hadn't gotten two flat tires in Jersey, we'd have beaten the record set by the Graf Zeppelin. The first thing we did was get balled up in the Holland Tunnel and, instead of landing in Holland, we found ourselves on the Jersey flats, which it took us some time to fix. But, anyway, we left last Friday and stopped first at Ziz, Tasmania, where we witnessed a game of gffpt (or off pt)—sometimes called ggffpt by the natives. The ob- ject is to hold your breath as long as possible. We saw one man who had held his breath for five days; when we left they were getting ready to bury him. In Africa, on Sunday, we found several natives engrossed in a contest in which the participants con’ ly tied and untied their shoe lace None of them had any s, so we found the whole business a bit boring. When asked to make a state- ment for Juve, one of the contestants said, “Pedunka el ho ho ali oopi,” which means, “Put your money in shoe laces, preferred,” but he was immediately disqualified for giving us the tip. Byxoraaxc : Monday morning found us pushing on to Zanzibar—or rather, Lichty pushed while I steered—where ered two natives who had been swatting flies for 1,5 e discov- “What is this,” panted Lichty, “a push ’em hop?” JUDGE “And how long have you nursed Grudges?” I queried. hours, thus beating all records for endurance flying. Every two hours they would stop swatting flies and swat their wives, who were meanwhile holding their own con- test nursing their “grudges” (little ones). By giving one of the native women a string of beads and a good sock on the beezer, Lichty managed to get a picture of her, but we almost lost it upon our return to New York. (You sce, Lichty kept reaching inside his coat pocket to see if the pic- ture was safe, and the an got suspi- teha got cious. there?” he finally de- manded. “An _ etching,” admitted Lichty. ‘‘Too bad,” sympathized tl spector. “I had poison ivy myself, once.”) In Persia Tuesday morning we saw 1 woman who had been sewing but- tons on her shirts for ten years. perts agreed that her at- tempt to beat the record of the Eagle Laundry Company of Borneo would probably result in success, inasmuch as the indry Company hasn't sewed a button on a shirt for forty years which may or may not ac- count for the wild men of Borneo. We then hopped over (Continued on page 32) 15 comicbooks.com