Judge — March 1935 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Judge Seven Miles Down By Dr. Bugbee Much has been written about bathysphere explorations. That is why we think a few of our nay be interested in the gripping story b considered in sphere circles the « all, Old Doc Bugbee ” farther, stayed down long- er and written more unintelligi- bly on the subject than any other man, HE bathysphere is here to sta I am as sure of that statement as I am the sun will rise tomorrow morn- ing! Yet with all due respect to my other bathysphere colleagues, the surfa just been scratched twenty y e has Within the next ars we will see bathyspheres beyond the wildest flights of imagina- tion. Giant creations, capable of carry- ing hundreds of passengers with pilots, co-pilots, sleeping quarters and stew- ardesses. We'll be able to crawl into warm, soft berths in New York and wake up the next morning in a clump of seaweed. You go up on the Empire State Build- ing and get a dizzy sensation, You up in an aeroplane spread out. You go up in a strato- sphere balloon and your nose bleeds. Man knows thos nd see the ea € sensations, “T distinctly said a goat!” But what man, except me and m associates, knows the delirious sens: tions of plumbing, yes, actually plumb- ing, the oceans’ depths ? It is a totally different world down there in those cool blue-green to red to “Her mother was frightened by a rumble seat.” a purple to yellow to Tinkers to Evers to Chance depths. We throw away our old adjectives and grope for new words to describe those submarine wonders. In constructing our bathysphere we delved deeply into hydraulics. We learned, among other things that “a straight line is the shortest distance be- tween two points.” With this in mind we naturally favored a round or circu- lar construction. To cite a common example: the ball used in ping-pong matches. Of eggshell thinness, it is yet able to withstand great pressure. First, we sent the bathysphere down empty. It came up looking very guilty. Inside we found six inches of water and a mess of shad roe. “This will never do” I thought, so we screwed everything up tighter. No one volunteered for the next test dive, so we loaded the bathysphere with Melba toast and sent it humming down to the blue- green depths, Our trusty winch retrieved our bathy- sphere, (which we had by that time christened “Annette Kellerman, II") and with hearts beating high, we unhatched and peered insic What a relief!) The toast (see appendix 27) was as crisp as ever and, in addition, had come back spread with orange marmalade, another deep sea delicacy we learned to enjoy during our island sojourn. Now everything seemed in readiness —except the weather. So while we were waiting for a propitious week-end, we (Page 32, please) comicbooks.com