Just me (1919)

Record Details:

Title:
Just me
Date:
1919
Publisher:
New York : George H. Doran Company
Volume:
Just me
Leaf #:
000187
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
April 18, 2024
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JUST ME so good. Anyway, he gave me a big roll of tissue paper, of which he instructed me to tear off strips and throw them overboard. We would watch these strips of tissue as they drifted down through the air and see which way the wind was blowing — due South, North, East or West, while only a few feet below the wind might be coming from another direction. I tore off yards of paper and my friend let a little gas out of the balloon at a time. We were sinking quite rapidly toward our watery landing. "Say," says I in a moment of thought, "I'm to jump into the water when you do — that's fair enough, but do you realize how cold that water is going to be? It's still the month of March, you know." I saw him shiver and again he arose in my esteem. I was getting to like this fellow. "Gosh, I wish I had a drink," he tearfully sighed. We were down to about twentyfive hundred feet now, so I took off my coat and shoes to get ready for the plunge. Then fate stepped in and threw us into a strong freezing north wind that carried us up over Battery Place. That was awful, and the downtown buildings started to loom up again. We [177]