Life — September 24, 1925 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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“Or else—hold on a minute, George, he can go straight up, and across, and over, and then down—" “Yeh, he can do that, too,” ad- mitted the second Eskimo, “only be sure to turn off at the third Blubber hank you,” said Dick politely, as the Rollo Boys set out in search. CHarter 104 WHite the fun-lov: Rollo sped on downward through the air, the slowly sank in the west, and his w lengthened on the ground be- low him. “Shoot!” muttered Tom to himself. “Looks as if night would fall before T do.” it. grew rapidly darker, Tom in a convenient air-pocket. sess I'd better get some sleep,” he thought. “I have a long fall ahead of me to-morrow,” and he rolled comfort- ably in his blankets, “Nothing like sleeping in the night air,” sighed Tom blissfully; and for a long time he lay on his stomach, staring at the stars, before he dropped off. sur shad “HURRAY FOR THE ROLLO Boys!” Carter 105 AS dawn broke over the = 1ce- fields, Dick and Harry Rollo gazed at the beautiful scene which met their eyes. Across the ice darted hundreds of Eski girls in fluffy white, while the sharp ring of their skates mingled with the hoarse grunts of polar bears which were _ balane- ing on red and gold barrels, while a tall man in the center cracked his whip. in- quired Harry, “but which way is south?” “There,” replied the Eskimo girls, point- ing in every direction. “Then we are at the North Pole!” cried Dick, as he and Harry ran eagerly to carve their initials in the famous column. “Hurray for the Rollo Boys!" shouted the Eskimo girls, raising their brimming glasses of Clicquot in the air and cheering lustily, while the Northern Lights blazed in the sky and seven trained seals advanced over the ice bouncing off the tips of their noses large red globes appro- priately lettered W, L C,-O, M, and E; when whirr-rr-rrr! came a sudden ominous roar; and Dan Bar- sted sped toward them, seized the treasured initials they had just cut in the Pole, thrust them in his pocket, and dis- appeared over the horizon with a hollow laugh. “THIS MUST Cuarter $105.98 EANWHILE Tom had awakened bright — and early, and started again on his downward flight. He was rapidly growing accustomed to his fall, and even amused himself by stopping and start- ing suddenly, or occasionally calling: “Eighteen out!” and then paying no attention to himself. BE THE SPOT WHERE HE FELL OUT.” At the eleventh floor a man got on who said he was Walter F. Gurry of Milwaukee, in the iron pipe and gadgets game. He was very agree- able and fell down with Tom as far as the sixth, and then Tom insisted on taking him back to the eighth. “Well, I'm sure glad I fell in with you, brother,” smiled Mr. Gurry affably, as Tom started down again. Cuarter Six GUESS I'd better jump for it,” mused Tom, as the ground drew steadily nearer, when suddenly he spied a small speck approaching over the horizon. “Dan Barsted!" he ejaculated Now the unsuspecting bully flew di- rectly beneath him, and like a bolt from a Ford Tom dropped on Dan Barsted’s neck, bringing the escaping plane to a halt as the faithful Battleship Oregon steamed over the ice with Dick and Harry seated on the prow. “Three rousing cheers for the Rollo Boys!" shouted the sailors of the Ore- gon, tossing their white hats in the air and cheering lustily. The cheers were given with a will; and the contents of that will, and how it affected the for- tunes not only of our young heroes, but also of the author and his publishers, will all be related in the next volume of this scrics, to be entitled: “The Rollo Boys in the Never, Never Land; or, How Tom Found a Courteous Traffic Cop.” And here let us say Good-by. Goop-By. comicbooks.com