Finally Mike got bored and decided to call CHUM radio. He got a disc jockey on the phone and all the guys yakked it up for a while and talked to all the people over the air. Then Mike said, “We have something that you’ve just got to hear.” So, the disc jockey got his tape recorder going and all four guys went over to the window while I held the phone. When they got to the window, Mike, Peter, and Micky picked Davy up and swung him out the window. He was hanging on by his feet. The crowd went crazy and I’d swear you could hear that mob 500 miles away. It was ear shattering and Davy didn’t help much either. He was yelling the loudest at Mike and the rest of them. “Don’t you dare drop me! Be careful!” and generally pleading that they hold on tight because he didn’t really “feel like dropping in to see the mob from eight stories up, fellows.” Finally the guys pulled Davy back in and they talked to the disc jockey some more and then hung up.