The Dallas post. (Dallas, Pa.) 19??-200?, August 01, 1930, Image 17

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PLANE IN DISTRESS
Aviator Winging His Way
on Non-Stop Flight to
Hawaii Sends S.0.S.
Special to The Funnies
by Empty Ambrose, only
passenger aboard the
ill-fated ship
BOARD the sea-plane SEA
A URCHIN. April 31; Well, hear
I am folks, up in the air, It
impossible that. this
great flight to Hawaii has really star-
tled. But it have, and what's not
more, I am one of the crew,
We took off this morning at 10
P. M. from Roosevelt Field, Lost An-
gelus, in a south-northern wind. A
grate crowd had gathered to see us
disembark, and when the wooden
doors of the hanger were rolled back
and the plain came shooting out they
was no longer able to hold back their
enthusaism. With one achord they
rased across the field and began cut-
ting strips off the wings for suvenirs.
Finally someone hacked off one of
the propellor blades.
. We took off, however, at the stroke
of daw, none the worse for the ex-
perience.
First we flew over the Golden Gate,
circling several times above the Statue
of Liberty. Then, when the guns of
Fort Sumter had fired five times into
the air in salute, we headed toward
the Atlantic Ocean. :
For a long time we followed the
Hudson river, passing Albany, Pitts-
burgh and Cleveland on the way. ; At
Chicago we saw a group of natives
playing among the palm trees on the
beach and the pilot threw down a note
asking: “Is this the way to Cuba?”
But although we hung suspen-
cioned near the Washington Monu-
ment for a long time, there was no
reply. Soon, however, a series of
snow-caped mountains reaapeared in
the distance and we new we were on
the right path. :
Our flight across Alaska was cold
and uncomfortable. The engines froze
and one of our wings was snapped off
by a mountain peak. But it takes
worse accidents than them to discour-
age our pilot. :
Right now we are fighting one of
the worsted storms that have ever
ragged across the Bering Straight. It
is becoming hard to balance my type-
writer and I have given up trying to
drink my tea altogether. The pilot
keeps turning around, though, to tell
me everything is not all right. Just
now the lighting lit up his face show-
ing his one glass eye to be still the
same bright, cheerful blue as when
the sunshine flooded our path.
“Bad news,” he whispered, “our gas
tank is leaking.”
“Let’s have a look at it,” said I.
“Have you got a match?”
For a few minutes he fumbled
around in the pockets of his drill suit
but at last shook his head sadly.
“Afrade not. It wouldn't do much
good, though, because snow has
clogged our proppelor, too.” z
I smiled." “That's easily fixed. Cut
the propellor off.” E
I started to crawl out on the re-
maining wing to cut away the propel-
lor. But he stopped me.
“Stay back,” he shrieked.
be killed.”
“We'll probably be killed anyway,” I
said to cheer him up. So, if you wait
just a minute, folks, while I hack off
the propellor, I'll be right back—That
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is happthenkkking. We're going down
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Editor's Note: The Sea Urchin seems to be
in distress, alright. But we shall not give up
hope for Empty yet.
A SILHOUETTE ALBUM
You probably have a photograph
album of your friends or thought at.
some time or other of starting one.
But a far more interesting idea is an
album of silhouettes and it isn’t very
difficult to assemble either.
A silhouette, as you know, is a pic-
ture done in outline and filled in with
one color, usually black. It gets its
name from Etienne de Silhouette, a
French politician of the 18th century
who liked to cut portraits of his
friends out of black paper. Since Mon-
sieur de Silhouette was generally dis-
liked anyway, because he disapproved
of the extravagance of the Court, his
simple pictures were ridiculed and
called “4 la Silhouette." But later on
they became fashionable and it is little
wonder. For there is nothing more
piquant or charming than a lovely
“profile painted in black and mounted
on white cardboard.
The professional artist, of course,
draws his silhouettes on paper, ivory,
or glass; or else cuts them freehand
with a scissors. But a simple method
by which anyone can get good results
is the following:
First secure. some drawing paper,
some dull black paper, a lamp or can-
dle and, in case you do not draw very
well, a pantograph, which is an instru-
ment for enlarging or reducing draw-
ings and can be had in any art store.
Now, pin a sheet of drawing paper
| on the wall, then place your sitter
' on a chair close to the paper so that
his or her profile is parallel to the
wall, Next, set the lamp or candle
several feet away in such a position
that the light will be on a level with
the center of the sitter’s head. You
will now find. that the profile is cast
in shadow on the paper.
Draw carefully around it. Then
take the sheet down and begin to re-
duce the drawing either freehand or
by means of the pantograph. In case
you tackle it freehand, four or five re-
ductions will be necessary before
reaching the correct size.
Begin about half an inch inside the
line and follow each curve carefully.
Then commence half an inch inside
that, etc. When the proper size is
reached compare the result with the
original, make any necessary changes,
then trace it on the black paper and
cut it out,
No! You caAN'T BE
A COP —You'Re
NOT STRONG
CLANCY THE COP
WELL, I'M STRONGER
THAN You!
NOT STRONG ENOUGH 7?
You TEN DOLLARS ;
Lv BET
CAN HOLD UP
THE WORLD /
YOU WIN BUDDY
YOU SURE
ARE
STRONG
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