BARBERING, BANK ROBBING AND BARTENDING
If your thirst for knowledge is not quenched by ordinary colleges or schools, there are other halls of education open to you.
A suite of offices located somewhere high in the cement jungle of New York City houses one of the most amazingâ€”and most hush-hushâ€”institutions of learning in America. None of the building’s other tenants have the faintest suspicion that it’s a school. The elevator jockeys don’t know and neither do the cleaning women or even the owners. In fact, only a handful of persons is aware of its very existence.
Even Baby Buggy Is Streamlined
STREAMLINING, which has invaded the automotive industry and revolutionized railroad design, has at last been felt by the manufacturers of baby carriages. A stormproof, streamlined perambulator recently was exhibited at an industrial fair in London.
I tol’em and I tol’em!
Yes, I did
“Being chief engineer on one of these red hot
projects ain’t hay and the big gripe is that no matter
what goes wrong I can’t fix it. That’s why at the start
when the confusion is still gently confined to the breadboard
you should call in Sigma. Confusion is an old story to
those boys. â€” actual unsolicited testimonial by I. M. A. Ape, Sc.D., chief engineer, Simian Products Company, Kivu Heights, Africa.
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How Comic CARTOONS Make Fortunes
The “funnies” you read every day bring $8,000,000 a year to a small group of 200 cartoonists. How they rose to the top and how you can enter their select circle is told here by leading comic artists.
THAT laugh you had today over your favorite funny strip is worth moneyâ€” $200 to $1,000 a day to the cartoonist that made you chuckle.
His pen and ink characters are part of a great $8,000,000 industry that is far from overcrowded and that is practically depression proof.
Of the 200 successful cartoonists today the majority were not “born artists.” In many cases they were not artists at all, but just fellows with a knack for sketching who thought of a good idea or a funny character that “made a hit” with an editor and eventually with newspaper readers.
Amazing! If the President wants to talk to an admiral at Pearl Harbor the call can be connected in under 10 minutes!
The WHITE HOUSE Talks to the WORLD
WHAT might properly be called the “number one” telephone in the nation is listed in the Washington phone book as National 1414. This is the official home of Franklin D. Roosevelt. Better served is he by telephone than any other person in the world. Better by far than any President we’ve ever had.
At any moment, day or night, Mr. Roosevelt can select any one of 150 phones and talk with friends, official emissaries of our government, in fact, anybody in almost any nation in the world. Sixty different countries are now linked by telephone service. These countries have an aggregate of over thirty million telephones, according to official estimates, of which some eighteen million are on the North American continent and over ten million in Europe.
Filling in the Hudson to Rebuild New York
by ALFRED ALBELLI
PLUG up the Hudson river at both ends of Manhattan . . . divert that body of water into the Harlem river so that it might flow out into the East river and down to the Atlantic ocean . . . pump out the water from the area of the Hudson which has been dammed off … fill in that space . . . ultimately connecting the Island of Manhattan with the mainland of New Jersey . . . and you have the world’s eighth wonderâ€”the reconstruction of Manhattan!
That is the essence of the plan proposed by Norman Sper, noted publicist and engineering scholar. It is calculated to solve New York City’s traffic and housing problems, which are threatening to devour the city’s civilization like a Frankenstein monster.
Dig That Crazy Ribbon!
UP IN Greenwich, Conn., the night air was shattered by the 60-db roar of an African lion. Frantic phone calls to police headquarters brought a safari on the run, armed with ropes, nets and high-powered rifles. After carefully surrounding the wooded residential area where the beast had been reported, the police cautiously closed in.
But instead of a prowling predator, they bagged â€”of all thingsâ€”a loudspeaker. It seems that there was a party in the neighborhood, and the hostâ€”a tape recording fanâ€”had hidden a strong-muscled speaker in the bushes outside. As the party was slowing down, he played some tapes he had made at the zoo, “just to pep things up!” That’s what he told the judgeâ€”which goes to show that, while most uses for tape recorders in science and industry are pretty serious, tape has its zanier moments as well.
Remember, EVERYONE should have a Geiger counter! No exceptions. If you don’t build one now, you’re going to feel mighty stupid when you’re trying to evade the radioactive hot spots in post-apocalyptic America.
Ultra-simple counter useful on camping trips or in CD survival kit
EVERYONE, prospector or not, should have a Geiger counter. Many wise householders are assembling survival kits of food, bandages, and water. By adding this handy, inexpensive radiation detector, you can provide your family with a means of detection of contaminated material in the event of atomic warfare. Simple as the counter may be, it will detect radiation as feeble as that given off by a watch dialâ€”or it could make you rich by locating a uranium ore vein.
I Battled An OCTOPUS For Treasure
No legendary treasure was ever guarded by a more terrifying dragon than the one which the author encountered when he searched below the sea for silver bullion.
by Lieut. Harry E. Rieseberg
WHEN George Harding, an ex-diver, asked me to join him on a treasure salvage expedition I jumped at the opportunity.
I had been laid up in John Sealy Hospital in Galveston, Texas, as a result of an accident, and upon my discharge I was eager to find any way to bolster my sadly depleted finances. Since I have long been a diver and treasure salvor, Harding’s offer was practically perfect.
The tale Harding told was one to whet the adventurous appetite of any man, much less one of my profession. He told me of a steel hulk, the liner Columbia of the one-time American Panama Mail Company, which was now lying in shallow waters off lower California with more than $100,000 in silver bars some place inside her.