Judge — October 1933 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Con- tains many pages of cartoons, as well as humorous writings dealing with some of the most timely topics of the fay. toes eeevesccccecssescosces: Percy Crosby, Publisher McLean, Virginia Enclosed please err $2.00 for which send me copy of “Always Belittlin’.” HIGH HAT (Continued from page 14) got tired of reading, a butterfly net to do some duck hunting with, a boat- hook to get hold of a telegraph pole, several cures for dropsy, and a revolver which I could use on myself if the chute didn’t open. Needless to say I thought all these jokes also in poor taste. I fell asleep that night praying for rain. But Jr. luck, it didn’t rain. And so before I knew it there I was stand- ing by a big Standard biplane which was warming up, an ideal leaping day was all around me, and Joe was tell- ing me things. What he was telling me was chiefly how one poor Chadwick had made the mistake of pulling on the wing. If you pull while you are standing on the wing your chute fouls on the plane tail and you are killed. With this cheerful piece of news I was now buckled into a harness sup- porting two chutes—a 28 ft. chute in a back pack and a 24 fter. on my chest. “If-one doesn’t open you try the 6ther,” Joe reminded me. “And,” I asked, “if the other doesn’t open what do you try?” Joe didn’t hear, Feeling a little like a mail carrier the day before Christmas, I climbed into the big forward cockpit with Joe and gave a long last look at the ground. The pilot gave her the gun, we took off and circled for altitude. Just to put my mind at ease, Joe pointed out the beauties of the land- scape below but my mind was busy with several things. First, I kept wondering how much skin a common garden variety of pea- nut takes off the nose per pushed block. Second, I tried to remember how -hard the ground was. Third, why there was no ground at all below, nothing but trees and telegraph poles, and fourthly my lessons: They were (a) Not to pull while out on the wing —death. (b) Not to drop the rip- cord—disgrace. Dropping the rip-cord after jerking it from the housing in- dicated nervousness and the new member of Joe Crane’s Parachute Club (for which I was about to be- come eligible if I lived) —who dropped his was required to stand everybody to beer. Of course I wasn’t nervous. We Judge Jrs. are made of pretty tough stuff. After all we have all been Boy Scouts. At 2000 ft. the pilot, Randy Enslow, throttled her down to about 40 m.p.h. and Joe motioned me over the side of the cockpit. As rehearsed on the ground, I climbed out, stood on the left wing, facing the tail, with my left hand grasping the edge of the rear cockpit to keep from being blown off. I took the rip-cord ring from its pocket on 24 the harness and held on tightly. Joe said “Jump!” And to this day I don't know why I did, but I jumped. There was no falling sensation only a head over heels feeling, something like a double back somersault off a springboard. This was due to the simple fact I was head over heels in the air, Then I remembered I should pull the rip-cord, and the chute—thar dear sweet lovable darling chute opened immediately—just like Frank & Jack’s to a ring these moneyless evenings—and righted me in the air, And a very satisfactory feeling it was, too. “Well, that’s that,” I said aloud, to nobody in particular. Next I made the delightful discov- ery that the rip-cord was clutched in my right hand. This puffed my head so I took out my handkerchief, blew my nose with a great deal of show, (what a comfortable gesture) pulled my legstraps forward under my knees, as in a swing, and took my first breath. Then I looked down. I had been told that for the novice to attempt “side-slipping” —direct descent by hauling the shroud-lines and aiming at your spot—was dangerous. So [ just drifted down at the rate of 12 ft. per sec. confident in Joe’s ability to hit the field with me. I was also sure Jitters would be circling underneath with the mattress I had ordered. When I looked down again some- thing black and hard was rushing up to meet me and I realized I was com- ing back to earth. This would have been all right except I began oscillat- ing—swooping out in exhilarating arcs—and finally found myself slammed up broadside against a high iron fence surrounding the flying field. The chute, my darling chute had_ bellied out in the field on the other side of the fence and was holding me spread- eagle against the iron web. All this had taken three minutes. Then Joe appeared. I had not seen him on the way down. Jitters was there, too. Joe’s face was red. Not stopping to inquire about my health, (I had taken an awful whack on the tail- light and twisted an ankle,) Joe was bursting with chagrin. “Gosh,” he said, “I nearly missed the whole field with you, the boys will sure razz me about this!” e IQs ERE are a couple of IQs for youto break a brain over. The answers are on the next page and if you have to look, consider yourself feeble minded: 1. Lam a word of eight letters. Without my 3 45 I am the trade- mark of a famous buzzer. comicbooks.com