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JUDGE The Fastest Human Orware he sped. Gazing neither left nor right he rushed head-en towards the finishing line, where the F rest of his party was waiting: They had tried this terrible test and failed. But he, in the full flush of his young American manhood, had been chosen and the others had, willing stood aside and let him have his try. First one he passed, then another. A tall, lithe Italian was stepping along ahead of him. Would he cut him down? Putting all his energy into one gigantic spurt he dashed past. Now only one more man to beat. A stolid Britisher was still ahead, jog- ging along with a sure and effortless stride. The waiting group at the fin- cked ish could sce him now. Nerv they stood, watches in hand. he Englishman faltered! The pace was killing. Like a gray streak the Yankee boy flew past his shoulder and fell into the ing crowd. “Attaboy, Al! That's the ole kid! Through the Louvre in two minutes and forty-nine seconds! I guess we'll have something to tell the folks home this time. Let’s beat it over to Versailles, maybe we ¢ there in time to get back to > the Ritz Bar in time for a cocktail.” arms of the welcom- These endurance tree-sitters are cer- tainly fearless, braving hungry. squir- rels like that. Two aviators who made a forced landing in Africa recently repaired their plane ard hurriedly took off in just when the were dis- cussing recipes for bird pi “Hey, mister! Will you umpire?” Steve Brodies Some dry agents use an ebulliometer which tests alcoholic contents, but others don't b they'll take a chance and drink anything. Finding hairpins in th car proves only one thing a darn old You never hear of ants getting © poisoning from something te at a picnic, are only Nowadays silent pictures 1 a memory. And the talkie producers © seem to be drawing on the memory. The Fuller brush man gives a demonstration. —R. C, O'Brien comicbooks.com