Radio digest (1922)

65 Radio Takes a Ride (Continued from page 51) I Oh, yes, I mentioned up above that I Mrs. Taylor is now sold on the idea of Radio ala motor. Here is how that happened! The other morning while trying to arive from Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, to Chicago within the two-hour space occupied on KYW by Hallowe'en Martin and her musical clock (7 to CSDT) the old buggy blew a condenser in the distributor two miles north of McHenry, Illinois. I left the car standing and the Radio going and Mrs. Taylor listening, while I hiked into town to wake up an ignition man. When 1 finally returned and told the lady that we would have the car towed into town and take the train to the city, she smiled. "Don't miss the train.'' she said. "I must get into Field's today to get one of those beautiful cross-fox scarfs. Hallowe'en Martin just told about over the Radio. They are on sale today only, she said." And thus Radio going bye-bye took my pocket book for a ride because it told the missus how to go "buy-buy.'' It's all very well to have the loud speaker concealed beneath the cowl, but the time is coming when we will have to build in the television screen. Where, oh, where shall we put it? There must be room lor at least one more opening on the dash. It should be convenient for the driver so that he can keep one eye on the road while he views the scene with the other. Will someone page that great specialist of the age. Chic Sale? Floyd Gibbons (Continued from page 18) to sea or something. Monday morning a terrible thing happened. 1 picked up a page of Literary Digest figures and tried to them them aloud. 1 couldn't pronounce thirty-four thousand. . . . It came rirty-thour houand, or hirty-four thousand. 1 developed a pronounced stammer. I got panicky and called up army recruiting headquarters. 1 thought I would enlist for service in China or some place. The army didn't answer. * * * Well, at 5:30 Monday afternoon I started for the broadcasting building. I developed a hard cough. Just outside the building an old nasal trouble came back. I went into a drug store and asked for the best cough drops. The clerk kept saying, "What, sir?" I said: "I want some cough drops." He said: "What, sir?" 1 said: "Cough drops." He said: "I can't understand what you say." . . . 1SAID to myself, as I reeled into the street, "Here, I can't say cough drops so a clerk can understand me AND I AM GOING INTO THE TOUGHEST SPOT ON THE AIR AND TRY TO TALK TO MILLIONS OF PEOPLE." But I went into another drug store. This time I had no trouble. I just pointed. 1 got six boxes of cough drops. All colors. I ate them all on the elevator going to the broadcasting room. I was introduced to a lot of Radio attendants. They all spoke in very deep voices. It was very annoying. Messrs. Rainey and McGregor asked me who I was. I told them I was the Palmolive hour. Maybe I was. My mind is not very clear. * * * .. The Court: "What happened next, Mr. Philbons . . . Mr. Gibbips . . . Mr. Phillips?" Mr. Phillips: "A man said 'he can't be the Palmolive hour Tr.e Palmolive hour is in Room 78(5 playing poker.' Then it all Hashed over me. I said I made a mistake. I am not the Palmolive hour. I am the Volstead Amendment. I have been hired to give the returns in the billion mallet — million ballot, I mean, vote on whether the Literary Digest should be modilied. enforced or merged with Bishop Cannon. They said: "W hy didn't you say so in the first place." I said this is the first I knew of it. The Court: "Go on in your own way, Mr. Gillips." Mr. Phillips: "Well, four men came for me and led me down a narrow corridor to a dark chamber. One of them said: 'This is the room.' They gave me a lot of instructions and signals. A fellow named Torgerson threw a switch. He talked like a man at the bottom of a well. He said: 'And now, ladies and gentlemen, you are about to hear from one of America's great department stores . . . Mr. Hi Giblips.' " The Court: "And then what?" M>\ Phillips: "That's all I remember." Thirteen and One (.Continued from page 49) Thraff Willcyzinski's would be all pitted and pocketed with hidden cubbyholes; he'd create himself a dwelling like an old cheese. That's just what he's done here. If. of course, if the 'dangerous man who would balk at nothin' is Thraff Willcyzinski ... or even his ghost." Temple was headed off by a gloating exclamation from the door. There stood Gateway, waving a manuscript at them as he drank deep of one of his melodramatic moments. K \ COUPLE of you come along with -i*. me and witness a signature," he invited them. "I've got Andregg's full and detailed confession." Paul Savoy tossed up his hands hopelessly. Blount and Temple were speedily following Gateway to the other bedroom. The two looked wonderingly, in silence and not without a twinge of pity, at the wreck lying in Andregg's bed. Gateway had put him through hell seven ways. Andregg was in truth broken; an abject, quivering, whimpering thing, not a man, for the very essence of manhood was gone from him. "One little stroke of the pen now, my gallows-bird." said Gateway, flamboyant again on the scene of his dominance, "and you're back in heaven. Sign; these men will sign, and you'll be floating on nice white clouds again with all the little birds singing." Through Andregg's eyes they could see. his spirit grovelling. "Just a scratch of the pen, and you get what you want," laughed Gateway, whose bright, hard eyes, wide awake to so much, were stone blind to anything piteous and pitiable here. Andregg could not sign swiftly enough. Gateway unpocketed and tossed to the bed a small packet . . . the needle shot home. Andregg sank back with a long, quivering "Ah!" What though he had signed his life away? He had his drug. tCTTE'S happy now." -aid Gateway and A A took up his precious sheet of paper. "I don't mind." he added to Temple, "if you run an eye over what he's written here; it sure makes pretty reading. I've got a little job to do meantime. I'm off for a look at my pal Dicks." He took the paper, folded it nicely and put it into his pocketbook. lighted a cigarette and was off to look in on Dicks. The others glanced at Andregg with mingled feelings. He lay back on his pillows, his eyes closed quiet now and composed. They left the room in silence. "Gateway is pretty much the brute." observed Temple, "but he knows his business." Paul Savoy looked up with eyes full of disgust as they returned. "Well?" he demanded of them. "I suppose he had his way and forced the poor devil to sign a page of lies!" "Yes, he put it across. Andregg admits everything." "Naturally! Lock a drug addict up, shut him away from his drug, reduce him through hours of torture to a state bordering on insanity. Dictate anything you like, then ask such a man to sign it and of course he'd sign." "You're inclined to be rough on Gateway, Savoy. Oh, he's a roughneck and a tough specimen. I admit: I guess further a man has to be who's in Gateway's trade. But the confession is genuine enough; the definite detail of it proves that. Gateway's got the right man." ifCTNE!" cried Savoy, astonishing J them, and sprang to his feet! "Fine! And of course Gateway has the million dollars now?" "He has not, but will," snapped Temple. "Andregg explains that, as he explains everything else. He got the money, but he was foxy and tied it up with a handkerchief, and threw it as far as he could from his window, out into the snow. It would be simple enough to get it later, when the trouble blew over: if even he waited to spring and a thaw, or to full summer, he'd get it all right." "I like the idea of tying a handkerchief about it," smiled Savoy. "Did he say if he chose one with his initial, or at least a laundry mark in the corner?" "Don't be . . ." "Oh, I'll try not. But let's go on. It'd be interesting to know just how Gateway and Andregg worked out the disposing of the two bodies!" "His confession leaves no loophole of doubt," said the captain stiffly. "Oh, certainly not! . . . Well, well. And. of course. Gateway the thorough didn't forget, did he. that article which Andregg was seen to snatch up from the floor besides Parks' body?" "It was something which Andregg himself had dropped in his attack on Parks and . . ." "Not a cuff-link, by any chance?" asked Savoy innocently. "Not a link of watch chain or . . ." tcTr WAS a fountain pen." snapped the A captain. "A rather peculiar affair which would easily be identified . . ." Savoy jumped up, laughing. "I've got a hunch now; a wild, wild hunch. But I'm a fond lover of the long shots of life. Come along with me; let's see if by any weird chance there's anything in it. I don't promise, this time, mind you." Captain Temple, always interested in Savoy's odd moments, went with him with never a word, the sergeant bringing up the rear. The way led straight to Mr. Nemo's room from which Dicks had been removed to more satisfactory quarters. Savoy was almost running by the time they got there. They were stopped abruptly by Mohun standing guard at the broken door. "The master is returned," he said curiously, seeming in some strange awe. "In his bed. He sleeps. I cannot wake him." "Drunk?" was Temple's harsh expression as he looked upon the sleeping Mr. Nemo.