The Big Broadcast of 1938 Page #4

Boy is grateful for wind.

Pitter! Patter! Putter!

Ow! You keep your face clean.

Give me that " can't stay

out" putter. Quick! Hurry up!

What's the matter with you?

Stand clear. Keep

your eye on the ball.

She's in! She's out.

I've missed it.

Come, come.

Come, my little pilliwink.

Aha! She's in.

The only way to play it.

She made the round trip.

Ah, that reminds me.

I must send the little

lady her alimony.

Fifty-seven! A new

course record.

Are you going to keep the

card, sir? Keep nothing.

- No one ever doubts my word.

- Keep the ball instead.

What's that? You've missed

the Colossal, sir.

Oh, that's what you think.

We're off, Pegasus!

Thanks. Gangway, eagles!

Honk, honk. Must be

the China Clipper.

C'mon on, boys.

Have I got double vision?

Gangway! Colossal, ahoy!

Gangway!

Colossal, ahoy!

He can't land here.

He's going to put it down.

Clear the deck!

Clear the decks.

Take it easy, Pegasus. Liable to have

punctured one of the balloonies.

Don't you know better than

to land here, you idiot?

Quiet, pip-squeak. Stand clear,

folks, and keep your eye on the ball.

What's going on here? Evidently a

telegram for me. Hand it over.

- I'm the captain.

- I thought you were a messenger boy.

Who are you? My

name is Bellows.

Oh, yes, Mr. Bellows. I'm

pleased to meet you.

You saw my hand. Stop your

twitting. Where are we?

- We're just passing a bar. - Keep right

on going. We'll stop at the next one.

We're just approaching the light ship

where the record run formally begins.

Ah... go down and open a

case for me, will ya?

Wipe the top of

the bottle off.

Anything I can do for you?

See? You've made

the captain angry.

Too bad you can't show us that trick

invention. Who said I couldn't?

This little squirt, Hayes.

Huh?

He's tough. He is, eh? Step

up on those handlebars.

Tell him I'm tough too. I can

lick my weight in wildflowers.

Follow me.

But, Mr. Bellows...

Quiet, please.

This way, scums, eh... chums.

This is known as the

chambre de electric...

or the geegaw room.

Robert Hayes is the inventor,

I understand. What?

Why, that lug stole

the idea from me.

I muttered my plans one night whilst

in the throes of delirium tremens...

Er, uh, old-fashioned

stomachache.

Do you know anything

about electricity?

My father occupied the chair of applied

electricity at state's prison.

What is this thing up here?

Uh? Oh, that. Yes.

It's a patent cigar

cutter, I think.

Look out. You've broken it.

Can you fix it?

I'll fix it so that

nobody else can.

This, gentlemen, is a, uh...

still.

Put the mash in here and

it comes out, uh...

If I knew where it comes out,

I'd be there myself right now.

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