"One day while in New York I went up to the fifty-ninth floor of a
sky-remover building.

"The elevator was extremely nervous that day.

"While coming down I was pained and surprised to observe that my stomach
did not travel with me.

"I spoke to the _charge d'affaires_ of the elevator about it.

"I complained bitterly to him about such an inhuman invention which
rushed through space with a man's exterior and left his interior to bump
its way downstairs.

"The _charge d'affaires_ of the elevator told me if I did not like
it to get out and fly.

"That was the inspiration which drove me to build the flying machine.

"Two weeks later I went to Paris, because that is the flyest city in the
world."




[Illustration: "B--A Skin Game."]

Beauty is only a skin game after all.