Judge — August 2, 1930 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Endurance Flight J‘ Heutrox, his tired eyelids drooping over bleary his buddy roughly by the — shoulders. Around his whirling head the roar, incessant and deafen- eves, 8) ing, pounded its way into his tired brain, He'd “carried on” for the six hours. since Monday midnight. Now his strength was ebbing. It was his turn to rest. But Al would be fresh—good old Al—as fresh as six hours of fitful sleep amidst the din and vi- t on could make him, Al.” he cried. “Al! Wake up! I'm all in ! Listen, I can't keep aw One of us has got to run this darn thing and keep it under con trol. If we stop now, we'll lose all the reputation we've JUDGE. Footpap—Guess who! “I said if you run across a half-way decent alarm clock, we might be able to make a deal.” 14 made in the past four years. Al, do you hear me? Wake up. ’ AL stirred sleepily and slowly came full awake, “Huh! Whazzat? Are w still going? Gosh, you lo all in! Guess [must passed out. How many gal Jons we got left?” “Only two, Al.” “Only two! TH have ‘em send some up right away. Here, you get some sleep. I'll run the show,... but I'm telling vou right now, this is the last week-end party we're going to throw, an’ if every last one of those guys doesn't sober up and go home by Thursday, I'm going to for- get etiquette and® chuck ‘em all out!" —Fonnest Gunsun comicbooks.com ~s