Judge — May 9, 1931 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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A Imperial Architecture JPoe one month Mac and 1 have been trying to get a pass permitting us to go ‘way, way to the top of the Empire State Building. First we went to the building itself, only to be told that their offices were up town on Madison Avenue. So WER PEARS. to the Madison Avenue offices of pyr Sie WOU the Empire State Buildin “EL WHAT WAS , ; . WRONG wr There a pretty girl and an office Ue EnbRE OLDS boy were practising golf swings with a mashie 1 midiron. “B'pardon I asked, get- ting no answer, Fore !!" boomed Mac, and he got an answer. “Coulc our business wait until [ complete this prae- tice swing?" said the office boy, “No,” said Mac, “your back-swing is too slow—your left hand isn't over enough, and your hips stay back’ on your ht leg at the finish, which. sure as ‘ell wil you a slice into deep rough, your ball will be lost and that will hold up the foursome behind you! Ve want a permit to buzz up the Empire State Build- I interrupted, because once Mac starts talking golf in an office it’s not twenty minutes before he’s on his way to his golf club, The office boy made known our wants to the young lady. Putting her mashie aside, she typed a lengthy document which would get us up to the mooring mast of Al Smith's buncha steel. Armed with this paper, we trafficked back to the Empire State. We presented our credentials, shot our cuffs for a while, shifted from one t'other foot fifty or sixty times, and finally were told that something was wrong with the building that day and that we couldn't go up. ACRES He Stee TE Nee SKE BVILDAG, vir: an out and around the a few times, looked it fully and reported he could see nothing wrong, but the in charge insisted there was something wrong with the structure. And no amount of ca- joling—Mae offered her pearls —would get her to tell what was amiss. HIm-m-m! Just) what could have been wrong? Was Al Smith stuck in a shaft Had a moth gotten to work on the building? Had a igeon bumped the mooring ast? Hadn't the post-card and novelty booth opened in. the tower yet? Had the building shrunk? H Al discovered that two floors were issing? Had he smoked one of his cigars in the building before the win dows could be raised? Had a dirigible been sighted and was everybody seared stiff that it would try to moor? Had a Republican National Commit teeman been discovered in the top of the mast with a nail file? Was Mr. Raskob privately pot-shooting at the Chrysler Building with a Maxim in? Had the board nvered a fly-sp y-second-story. wind Was it too windy?" we quizzy-quericd ! Tsk-tsk!1! Before we knew it, Mac and I had been hustled out of the building, politely of course, a ck May Ist for Te: ) on the official opening d Well—May Ist rolled ‘round and (Continued on page 17) comicbooks.com