Judge — September 6, 1930 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Something wrong uty The Prize Winner Mite President of the Association for the Awarding of Prizes to Altitude Re: Holders took the silver cup from its tissue paper swathings. On its shining ed the name ‘Tillie Tulp. anti side was engr: “Whys’ LT gasped, “isn't she the girl who failed by several thousand feet to equal even the women’s altitude recor “Yes,” replied the President However, her flight was still a feat unparalleled in the history of altitude record ittempts, either by men or by women.” 1 said. “Her fight seemed to me undistinguished in every respect. Her plane was the usual small, low-winged type, equipped with a Whoozis Horsetiy engine. Both were ordinary stock models with no special idjustment of any kind for this flight, were they not?” “That's right.” replied the Association official. “She wore a Plenty Hot clectrically heated suit and a Humdrop parachute, didn’t she?” I asked. “Ye.” “She used Whimp's Lubricating Oil,and My rtle gasoline “Correct.” ou astound: me “Didn't she wave gaily toa group of newspaper men just as she took off, circle the field, and narrowly escape disaster when she barcly cleared some telegraph wires? Yes.” “She climbed quickly to sixtee put her oxy “Yes.” “At twenty thousand feet the tem- perature dropped below zero, but her ine continued to run perfectly? Quite correct.” thousand feet when she n tank into operation?” Mhen, with her oxygen supply ex- hausted, fighting for her breath in the rarefied atmosphere, she fainted. re- gaining consciousness just in time to right the plane, hands numbed—* Here the President interrupted me. “No!” he boomed. “That is the re speet in which her flight stands alone in the annals of altitude flying. When she found that the plane could go no higher, in complete control of her ship, she turned the nose down and returned to the airport!” —Joun Girmone JUDGE hk the outboard motor, Percy?” “Why doesn't he mind? “He is, but I’m not the man!” T thought you said he was a one-man dog!” 15 To a Revue Performer Twinkle, twinkle, little star; Don't you think you go too far? Please remember where you are: You're not in a smoking-car. Nobody can imagine exactly how Diogenes felt living in a barrel, but right in their tourists who camp o} car have a rough ide Some drivers are always running over dogs and cats, Such drivers. shouldn't be on the streets. They should be in our back yard. And accidents will happen on the best regulated highways. —R. C. O'Brien, comicbooks.com