Life — January 6, 1927 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Life's Polar Expedition By Robert Benchley Continuation of the log of Bobby Benchley, Juvenile Yeoman on Lirr’s North Pole Expedition. T. Kisco, N. Y.—En route to M North Pole by bicycle. Things have been going from bad to worse in this expedition and I doubt very much if I can stick it out any longer. My father has been unbearable ever since we left th White Plains, harping contin- ually on the fact that I am only s old and small for my If parents only knew it, sort of talk which makes alism and debauchery in the younger generation, Then he began insisting that I mention the names of firms which have contributed stuff for our expe- dition, When I say that we stopped at the road-side for lunch I must add “which was so kindly contributed by the Alexander Hamilton Peanut Butter Sandwich Co., of 1145 North Rumsey Street, Chicago.” Or if I mention tipping our hats to a lady, acknowledgment must be given: to the “Bon Ton Arctic Hat Co., who were generous enough to supply the expedition with hats.” } OW this is a lot of hooey and I told my father so and refused point-blank to lend myself to any such cheap advertising gag as that. it was then that he brought up the point that I was only seven and that ! should busy myself with only those thoughts which a seven-year-old boy should have. And he added, further- ‘nore, that I could keep a civil tongue in my head. So I have determined to stop off here at Mt. Kisco and spend a week or so with the Barry kids and then go on back home to Scarsdale. That expedition is never going to get to-the North Pole any- way. My father and Lieut.-Com- mander Connelly are too fat—espe- cially my father. You ought to see him. Insert in log made by Benchley, Sr. Bobby has proved quite a disap- pointment to us so far, and I am not sure that I would be sorry to see him leave the expedition here. Our idea in having him along was to give the boy a little publicity and to have him write a book which could be sold to the juvenile trade around Christ- mas time, but a little boy who be- haves as badly as he does doesn’t de- serve any publicity and he can’t write for a darn anyway. Furthermore, I am not getting fat. I always put on a little weight in the winter, because I can’t play tennis, but every one says that it is becoming to me. I weigh only 160 when I am ready for my cold- bath (which I very seldom am, _ these mornings) and for a man of my height, that is not a pound too much. As a matter of fact, Bobby is prob- ably a little sore because he is so small for his age. You'd never think that he was seven. He looks more like a child of three. He must get that from his mother’s side of the family, because all the Benchleys have shot right up to a good height before they the North explorers The Lire. Bicycle Expedi- tion to the North Pole is now at Mt. Kisco, N. eight miles from the starting point in New York City, and approximately thirty-three hun- ‘S dred and some odd miles from Pole as the flies, provided there is a crow who would be sucker enough to make such an absurd test. Further bulletins from the will from time to time. w. 13 were seven. His older brother Nat is a fine tall boy. And a great deal smarter in school than Bobby. HEN, too, another sign that I am not too fat is that people who haven't seen me for several years all remark “How well you look!” You don’t say that to a man who is too fat, do you? But there is no reason for having our expedition torn with dissension just because a little boy has no re- spect for his father. I suggested sending him back to Sea e, but Lieut-Commander Connelly said why not give him another nee, is so cute. It is all very well for an outsider to call a child cute, but yhen a man has reached my age he is entitled to a little respect from his own children—it seems to me. (Resumption of the log by Bobby.) It is very nice here in Mt. Kisco at the Barrys’ and I wouldn't be surprised if the whole expedition stayed here until the snow gets out of the s. Mr. Barry has some very good stuff that he brought from France last year and I heard my father say last night that he wouldn't care if he never saw the North Pole or anything else for that matter. He and Lieut.- Commander Connelly think they are pretty good at two- part singing and as Lieut. - Commander Connelly said, “It looks as if it were going to be a fine winter for tw singing, Y., thirty- especially s Kentucky Babe.’ ’ Mr. Barry hasn't said anything yet except that he has to take his fam- ily to Cannes earls in March, All he expected us to do stop here over- night, and while he is very nice about it, I guess he knows what he is in for, all right all right. On the way up from North White Plains I saw a snow-bird, but didn’t say anything about it as I knew it would mean taking out pencils and making notes for the Museum. A hot lot of good the Museum is going to get out of this expedition. crow be published comicbooks.com