Uncle Sam

One night last week at Chicago's Century of Progress colored searchlights fingered an airplane circling high overhead. Presently the crowds below saw a figure dressed as Uncle Sam crawl out on its wing, drop off. Down shot Uncle Sam, the massed lights following him as their operators waited for a parachute to billow over his head. No 'chute billowed. Faster & faster fell Uncle Sam until the beams caught a silvery splash on the surface of Lake Michigan. Then they quickly swung away. Muttered the crowd: "A dummy, of course."

Next day Uncle Sam's body was found. His two good parachutes were unopened. A garrulous dishwasher named Adrey, he had gotten the jumping job by palming himself off as one Joseph Wilson, an experienced cinema stunter. Inspectors doubted if he had ever seen a parachute before.

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