Judge — January 31, 1931 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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

Too Late Tur diary of the ill-fated White party has been found and is pre- sented herewith for the first time. Saturday, December 2. ‘The day broke quite cloudy, The wind is shifting slowly to the north. We ate at noon, food left. ach getting a portion of the Sunday, December 3. The wind has now shifted fully to the north. The mercury is falling steadily. We jumped and whooped to keep from free . We dealt out the remaining food and brandy at three o'clock. Monday, December 4. The radio is going dead today, and with it all con- nection with the outside world. Noth- ing to eat or drink left. Tuesday, December 5. Everyone is numb and cold now. I can see my t the start of the party, cold and still. I somehow feel responsible for bringing them up here. Oh, if only the janitor would send up some heat; there might companions who were so li be a chance to save us yet. J. Fisciter “Look at this. 15 Us tip-toeing gently and quiet and these night owls ain't ever in bed yet.”