Judge — April 26, 1930 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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IMIG LA Pueblo Party ney asked Mac and me to a pro gressive penthouse party in. the Pueblo style at one of their moder i apartinent house terraced “clarsy rents from one hundred thou, Se strongly has the co-operative spirit taken hold at this grand hovel, the tenants not only speak to each other in the elevator but actually visit and paint the house red together. Mae said, “I'll go, but I want you to understand I can't stand height except in blonde came back in my tophat and said. “I don’t know whether I ought take a parachute or not—it doesn't look like ain.” We boys are quick with each other like that, we are. Starting like good little millionaires, working their way up to their first pent- house, our lead-off host was Robert E. Sherwood. (On clear days yon can see the Chrysler Bldg., the Sherry Neth- erlands and Bob Sherwood from the Newark Air- port. On foggy ones you can see only Sherwood.) Caviar was had by all Collecting our host and pulling our ladders up, we made the second land- ing and tucked away a frosted chocolate. The next stop was lentil soup, where Mac put away five platefuls without once bending the plate backwards. He saved the lentils for ladder repairs. We finally reached the first level penthouse. Here Mae leaned over the side, was attacked with rubber leg and descended towards his maker. Luckily Mrs. Boop handed him a hute passing the sixtieth floor, which is where he left the party. I beli he drifted into the window of the sixteenth story, where he hi long chat with a woman he'd 1 met before. Intrepidly pushing on alone, fear- less now with an extra ladder and the desired haven in sight, your explorer had Waldorf salad with Mrs. Doop. Part of the old hotel girders, some sand and a bell-hop’s cap were found in it. Following this, I mi ladder rungs, going past stuffed éclairs, but arrived at Richard Halliburton’s just in time to help him endorse the coffee. And so to the sec ond and higher penthouse, where I lost three more friends playing brid At length, whipping my parachute from my waistcoat pocket, I leaped into the air and landed quietly among the milk bottles on a home-going Grade A taxi. 20 Which Reminds Us Coming away from an evening's gin-nastics at the Central Park Ca- sino, a gent dressed in clothes fit to make Mrs. Astor’s horse look like « cow-catcher, went into a nose dive on the top step and tailspun down the entire flight, missing nothing. Where upon he extricated himself from the ground unhurt, drew himself to his “full” height, bowed with hat in hand and said: “Happy landin, And then there was the man who attended a party after the Dutch Treat Show on the second floor of the Astor, When he had loaded himself to his capacity and started home, he chose the stairs instead of the cle- vator, ‘Y were spreading the mar- ble floors with a thick soap. He stepped in it, and with plenty of in- centive on his shoes, he left the top step out of control and skidded the entire length of the stairs in a stand- ing position. At the bottom he turned and said, “Ah! escalator!" S comicbooks.com