Douglas daily dispatch., 1927-12-18
Where Men Are Men!

his girl, the dancer petting with a
young male friend of his who had
just won ski race. The girl didn't
mean anything by it, of course, but
she was one of those cabaret d2ncers
who are just oyerflowing with affec-
ton, and her own man being away,
she had to pet with somebody.
The mountain climber took one look
at them, and then went back to his
mountain top to think it over. For
him, scaling a thousand d-foot cliff to
get to a good place to think, came as
natural as it did for Napoleon to climb
into a hot bath for the same pur-
pose. At the top Of the mountain he
thought it all out, slapped his knee
with satisfaction and slid back down
the mountain.
When he arrived there he dared his
supposed rival to a mountain climbing
contest up the steepest wall that there
was in all Switzerland 1t was already
showing and blizzard was lashing the
distant peaks. The other lad called
attention to this fact, and suggested
that the climb better be deferred till
the arrival of more clement weather.
But the hero insisted, and off they
started
1t was a tough climb, and it didn't
get any easier as the boys got higher
up. They were roped together, and
the hero did most of the climbing,
paving away the snow that had hung
to the rocks, with his finger tips, so us
to get a good hand hold. When they
had got up so high on a vertical rock
that to look down, even in the picture,
made your knees Wabbly, the hero
swarmed over a shelf and pulled his
companion up after him. Then, as
3uming very ugly look, he asked
what about the petting party.
There was nothing for the boy to do
but admit his guilt and, of course,
there was nothing for the hero to do
in the heat Of the moment, but to
carry out his deep laid plan and push
him over the cliff But he had for
gotten to unite the rope, and the shock
Of the pull when his victim had
brought up the slack about fifty feet
down, restored him to his senses.
All of a sudden he saw that it
wouldn't be ethical to let the boy drop
all those thousands of feet, and, with
"a great effort, he held onto the rope
and checked the fall.
For q while he tried to haul the
rope up, but that was too much for
him, So, while the other chap swung
there, kicking his feet against the
wall with no, hing but space between
him and the distant valley below, he
hung on. The wind and snow con-
tinued. The hero was soon encrusted
xr,itIo ioo o70 Il11t broad
daylight, he leaned back and gripped
that rope, while the uneasy lad at the
other end swung to and fro like a
pendulum with every gust that came
down from the mountain top-and
there was an average of Is or 20 gusts
to the minute.
Naturally the folks at home begun
to get worried after while, nnd by
and by the girl was routed out of the
cabaret where she worked and told
that her two boy friends had gone off
to the mountain wall for climbing
party She tried to get the customers
in the place to go after them, but they
all had alibis in the shape of sick
wives or pressing business, so she went
herself. Her journey through the snow
to the ski camp where help was waiting,
was an. epic, but that has nothing to
do with our story. OF course she got
there, and the boys from the ski camp
effected rescue.
But what am trying to show is
that little thing like leaping horse
over mountain lion or shooting UP
Mexican army or arresting 20 desper-
ADDE'S, all armed to the teeth, is very
lady-like business compared to this
mountain climbing stuff. "A
copyright, 1927, Bell Syndicate, Inc)