Life — April 16, 1908 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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LUNGING westward! he Zip is now in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, Nothing remains in the Chauncey Depew tires but the resignation he blew into them, but this is ir of good for all time When the car reached Salt Lake City Dub Comstock wanted to stop off for a week or so and raid a few art stores just for luck, but he was sternly repressed “On to Maxims!” was the battle cry This revived him so that at latest ad- vices he was sitting on the front seat reading over an account of how he had arly three thou- succeeded in putting sand people in jail But hold! We must retrace our explo- sions for a moment ‘The affair at Albany had called the attention of the whole country to Lire’s great auto race. The appalling fact that Anthony Com- stock was leaving the morals of the coun try in charge of Governor Hughes, while he cylindered away to Siberia, spread over the land like a village scandal. The news that the world-famous Yale graduates, Taft and Metcalfe, had un- dertaken the gr known in modern gasoline circles was greeted with loud huzzas all along the line of smell Here is the story by whiffs. It was carly morning in Albany when Comstock and Hughes kissed each other rewell, their whiskers mingling with their tears, and the car sped on to Syracuse atest ral Metcalfe Keeps Up the Awful Pace with Undaunted Front A light snow was falling, obscuring the horizon ahead. Indeed, the atmosphere was so dense that several farmers’ wagons were completely wrecked before the car could be hesitated. Suddenly Dub Comstock leaned for ward, his face gleaming with almost human “There's something of great interest ahead,” he muttered. “My instincts tell me that we are drawing near to a bevy of beauties.” Shut up, Dub!” said Taft, giving him a playful kick in the face. “It’s bad enough to endure your presence, without having to listen to you.” Dub whimpered, but continued to strain his eyes ahead. HONK! HONK! He was right, as usual. Suddenly there loomed, nearly dead ahead over the snowdrifts, the smoke of a large white elligence. car. The Zip was going about 7o per. Metcalfe, giving the familiar Yale war- whoop, clicked up the sparker. The speedy” stunted up to 82. Taft's stomach flattened in the wind. “We're gaining!” shouted Dub, with a jad smile. “Aha! I see blond hair. This is something all to the good!” In the meantime the occupants of the other car had looked back. It was evident they, too, were speeding up, for now no gain was visible. Faint screams were heard “It's three members of Chorus Girls’ Union Number One,” muttered Dub. “T know ’em by their colors. Speed her up!” he cried. ‘The excitement was now intense. Suddenly there was a loud report. A tire had burst on the flying car ahead, In another moment the Zip had caught up Then the truth was plain. It seems that District Attorney Jerome, Doctor Charles Parkhurst and Andrew Carnegie had simultaneously heard the day before of Lire’s great auto race. “This will never do,” said Carnegi “Why, no one will be talking about us if we allow those chaps to make that trip. We must get ahead of them and steal their explosions.” “I's just about time for me to leave the country, anyway,” said Jerome, “so T'll join you.” “In order,” said Charles Parkhurst, “to keep youall straight, I'll gowith you.” Thus, accompanied by three members of Union Number One, they had started after the Zip. And this was the result! As Lire’s car whizzed by, just as Parkhurst was getting out the inner tubes and Jerome was jacking her up in a snowdrift, Taft sang out with a smile: “Meet us at Maxim's, boys!” But never an answer came back. Dub Comstock wanted to stop, but he got a soft punch in the jaw for his pains. This was one of the pleasant little in- cidents of the day. Toward evening Buffalo was reached. comicbooks.com