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# "The Endurance Fliers" by Jack Cluett This page contains a humorous short story about two brothers attempting an endurance flying record by staying airborne for 4,000 hours. The narrative focuses on their increasingly desperate attempts to communicate with ground crews and handle mundane problems (like a soiled shirt needing washing) while unable to land. The accompanying cartoons satirize the absurdity: "The Three Graces—ancient and modern version" shows the contrast between classical elegance and modern mechanical chaos, while the bottom cartoon mocks egg-beaters as an absurd "floor-walker" invention. The satire targets early aviation's impracticality and the era's obsession with record-breaking feats, treating ambitious pilots' logistical nightmares for comic effect.
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The Endurance Fliers ) By Jack Cluett Tie solemn, grease-stained young brothers, wearing the conventional beards of endur- ance fliers, sat huddled around an oak table in an upstairs bedroom. Every now and then one of the brothers would scribble a note and toss it out of the window. Every four hours one brother would pace nervously around the room while the other brother would snatch a nap on the floor under the bed. Except for the steady hum of the electric fan, all was silent “This can't last much longer,” John said, “We've been up here for close on to 4,000 hours, and sooner or later we'll have to go © downstairs.” Kenneth said: “Are you getting tired or are you afraid one of the rafters will break ana catapult us into the cel “Neither, afraid the replied John, “I'm refueling crew down- stairs might t to go to the movies some night and we would be unab le to establish contact.” “I tting used to the roar,” said Kenneth, dropping a note out the window. John said: “It’s getting dark— do you think we ought to pull down the shades and go t higher alti- tude, up in the attic?” The Three Graces—ancient and modern version, aN SOY al Kenneth pulled up the window shade. “Walter and Albert are trying to make con- he exclaimed, pecring out into the fog. ‘ll drop them a note, asking for oil.” “Better ask for a pair of pajamas, a roast nd the latest copy of Red Book, ted John. re sending up a hose!” Kenneth nd it back to them——we don’t want a Kenneth said: “I think we better take it, because it was cooked specially by Irene. We don’t want Irene to think we don’t appreci- ate her hoses.” “Remind me to tell mother to wash this shirt when the flight's over,” said John, “It's all spattered with oil from that damn fan.” Kenneth said: “I can't hear you--the motor’s mak- ing such a rac! . “I'd better write you a note,” John replied. “Ask the downstairs crew to send up a pencil and paper so I can write you a note to re mind me to tell mother to wash this shirt when the hts ove Tow can [ drop them a note asking for something when [can’t hear you?” Ken- HERE'S SOMETHING CUTE IN EGG-BEATERS! FLOURISHED THE FLOOR-WALKER Will one of you little momzers ask Lord Shrubley to wipe the pathos from his face before going into the bathos? we just pulled?” “I as making a bolt for the door,” “You're a locksmith, are you?” scathed the sergeant. “What were you doing in that gambling joint trembled the trash. Since Lord and Taylor told the gals it’s smart to be shifty, none of ’em will even look you in the eye. 6 comicbooks.com