Judge — September 26, 1931 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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\AIG He Love and DO-X-X-X from Junior M ac and I received from Mr, Ed- ward L. Bernays an invitation to zoom bye-bye in that elephantine kite, DO-X (pronounced “Dochs”), I sounded Mac on whether we should Sounding Mae is al- His arguments for or against a thing have all the bee- line straightforwardness of a bs d corkscrew. He shot his cuffs, sunk his chin and swiveled six times in his swivel chair. “Junior, it isn’t any personal fear which makes me flinch at this DO-X hop, skip, and mebbe crash. If you consider my intrepidity as a spy in accept or not. ways a mistake the Foreign Legion or my days as a lion tamer with Ringling’s or the wind ‘n’-rain-swept night I bluffed Al Ca- pone with a repeater cap pistol, you dassen’t call me afraid at! ‘The fact of the matter is- at height Vacuums ine gastronomic Swollen lly seas do it, too, See wotta mean? Oh-h-h, I'll fly with you, but IT won't eat any breakfast be nd 1!” rmed with telegrammatic ere- Is we met seventy-nine other pale souls in the Sherry-Netherland lobby, signed a paper which excused Mr. Bernays from blame if the pilot heard Gabriel's toot above the roar of the motors, and were herded into a [| YOU COULD TEL AT AGLANCE MAC HAD DECIDED To Go ON THE DOX GUEST FuGHT!! JUDGE LWA forty-seven passenger bus bound for North Beach Airport. Among those sitting on my lap en route to the Airport were: William Chenery of Collier's, Morris Markey e New Yorker, Frank Mason of rst Publications, Bernarr Mac- n of barefoot fame, and a twe hunnert’n’cighty-seven pound German Consul neral not in uniform, I'm pippily certain it was the chauffeur’s first solo trip with a bus. He jerked away from the Sherry-Netherland straight across to Second Avenue and got stuck among the Elevated pillars. I wouldn't have minded the delay ex- cept for the German Consul General. It was just a tough break for me that he hadn't n constructed of alumi- num ina Zeppelin hangar. We passed over Queensborough Bridge without touching water once and soon pulled up at the Airport in a cinder cyclone. Mac took one look at the DO-X anchored off the pier and immediately disappeared. Ten minutes later I saw him in. He » inflated rubber suit inflated, “inflated” is inadequate—a diver's helmet, canoe shoes for water hiking, two parachutes se he had to rescue something lovely—and under ed two or three dozen —the spare ‘chute in his arm he hug ww CRASHES pox ABOARD!!! \ NDGE, JR. AND MAC \ MANGLED WOT-Ho AND NO END distress rockets. You could tell at a glance he'd really decided to make the flight. We chugged out to the DO-X in an ex-rumrunner and swarmed across the great wings into the roomy, comfort- able abins. The courteous German crew instructed us to remain seated while the ship taxied away and rose from the water. Once in the air we'd be allowed the run of the ship. (Mac was the first in the bar, explaining the correct chill for near-beer to a ‘Teuton steward, Hin-m-n—the nin- ny! Tmean Mac!) Twelve motors were opened wide, : DO-X taxied off with a rhythmic rand Flushing Bay dropped from the ship’s hull, We climbed steadily to three thousand feet and looke down on what Mac insisted was the Toy Department of Gimbels. w York City, from the air, assumes un- dreamed-of tenth or twelfth dimen- sions:—The Empire State Building is enormously bigger from the sky than from the streets of the town... One observes that the metropolitan hinter- land is a million orderly islands. . You are amazed at the symmetric neatness of land and water far be- low... . There is no experience of dizziness in looking down, what with PSO Se AEE ORM Wee BGK : comicbooks.com