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7X.BEN AMES WILLIAMS
©WILLIAMS
W.W.U.
B CJtOS^VTON REVIEW
Of ■ rrnRT 80 rAKi After # ch.ne.
fe/S ■*«' couruhlp, itui Mc.
I * . H^dtC *°° _ n.if Uflvlnr Robin
- lor Mooie Bay, leaving Robin
, minder bow career «lrl could
"Impleteiy *eP' °n her '**'■ 8h"
rC. of WIU, except that he I* an
that be ha. a brother
Jra., a dour Scot who ha e.
«,ed of the city and ««er for
Robln decide* to Uke the next
Jo the St. Lawrence to Moon
the port where .he I. to
*ZZL Kobln meet, a .almon
The turns out to be Amu*
A letter from Will a.k. her to
Angus' heart, broken by an
, miifortune.
'Noir conUnue with the .tory.
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CHAPTER III
) wanted, in a friendly tender-
tonight, ..to help heal those
Sitting on the' edge of the
j bunk,-the lellsr m her hand,
rem«ibered the lines of old
ground the Salmon Man's
the dregs of stale suffering
Ijji eyeg. He was like a small
, who has been hurt in ways he
, not understand.
|ae remembered his tone when he
Lke of Will, understood the deep
in him for the younger
n"and she decided that nothing
'interfere with*-that trip they
_i to make together. Certainly
iptouldnot rob Angus of that hap-
But if Will knew she had
to Moose Bay, he would in-
t on staying with her. That, Sim-
must not happen. Before she
she decided what to do. The
i Queen was" bound on a gypsy
around the Gulf of St. .Lew-
She would stay aboard, take
cruise, land at Rimouski on
return trip, and pick up her
go on her way.- Will need
know'sRe"* had been so near
.. ' ■ *"*" • r-v
tfptt morning she waTr one of the
sbreakfasters, and the small din-
(saloon was a Irnost- deserted; but
fshehad finished. Mr. Jenkins
his checked suit appeared aqd
|t down beside her.
aw you on the dock last~night,"
| reminded her.- 7
Yea, I remember." He seemed
s enough by.daylight, in this safe
with the stewards about,
(itemed even nicer when he said,
gly!
|'Tm afraid you found-me annoy-
Mty I apologize? Some friends
beea seeing me off. I was a
uberant. I hope I didn't
(you?" „ .
1 forgave him at once. "You
n't really amioymg justf?
She wahted, In fact, to keep out
wnf1<fht ,LiU ^ had docked: ^
Will would °e««ta inly be at the dock
to meet Angus, and Will must not
see her. ft
The White Queen neared the dock
moving slow and slower. In spite of
the fact that it was lato Saturday
-afternoon, men seemed to be work-
ing everywhere.
Robii^, „ga the boat deck, kept her-
self half-hidden for bear Will, wait-
ing on the dock to meet his brother,
might see her. The White Queen
drew alongside, and Robin saw that
they were slowly approaching a
landing stage for small boats. That
was wherjfjhoie children meant to
have their swim] Beyond the land-
ing Stage, a man in a bathing suit
poised on the sjringpiece of .the
wharf and dived—rather poorly,
i A heaving line went unreeling
through the air from the White
Queen to the dock, was seized there
and taken in, the hawser following.
Robin suddenly wanted to say good-
by to Angus. The gangplank would
come aboard on the deck below
where she stood; and she went in
to descend to that deck. Mr. Jen-
talking with Mr. Lewis, but she sus-
pected he was waiting to intercept
her, so she turned back and went
toward the bow, adjusting her bath-
ing cap. She needn't go ..along the
' She could just dive off the
Queen'3 On-the forward
deck when she came out there, the
fore hatch was open. the cargo der-
, youngsters will spend
hold ^>tae~freight7-out--of-4he-|jtw0 weeks' study-vacations in
Poli
lendly,'' he Insisted. "Let*s
last night, start fresh." He
again whether she knew any-
1 in Moose Bay, and why she hap-
to be going there"; and when
aaid ahe was an artist, he as-
her ahe would find plenty of
to paint. She had made, up
dnd not to leave the ship at
Bay at all; but she need not
Mr. Jenkinrthat. She finished
breakfast and left 'him busy
1 eggs and went on deck. There
twenty or thirty passengers
the White Quecis,—moat, .of
tor the cruise, most of them
She found a group on the
tossing soft little bags of
•t 1 perforated board and ex-
delightedly over their
The purser, a pleasant
wan named Lewis, was with
; and Robin spoke to him about
ig her plan to land at
Bay • nd^ continuing the
1 1 Was PIeased; and he
luring * "Weed her to the others in the
IhiscosK top here. A sister and brother
later teens. Bob and Helen
k®, Were the youngest and the
passengers aboard; and
p urged Robtn to join in their
£ut Hobirf said: '.'Later,
'• Ive a letter to write first."
2!!""WaS t0 Wil1- Mr. Lewis
_. m *' 11 at Moose Bay so that
[*0U* receive it after the White
1etiag\jj'°ne' ^e.told him about
WAOaLhlhapPened t0 mention that
ie Wn V!!re going off on this
wSrh f ' aad I -could tell
touch he was looking forward
w g 7ou with him: I know if
A1
srsfl*
me you wouldn't go."
*«ne in sight of Moose Bay
mSSTT- As the
Coward 016 long dock.
^•iderahi 3 fringe of trees
- rable town on the wooded
lore th« ' u,e wooaea
.UbrighU, paint.
1 lmpi
the f«« «TT ,ls length,
re three freighters lay
W imnr!nd. Dew< The dock itself
its length, and
Uontfe u^n ^>r cargoes- She
feea, w!"£per deck of the White
J- WaUJing tlfe rugged coast
'kn Maret pruce' when Bob and
her ™ Came t0 the ra« be-
lt*, slim an/7 WCre ^
Bob young.
•ow'aa golng "wlmming
^\Z M1" Dale'"
"•' a wi * purser "ay
trom' « ,tage we
the k« y* be right
I. Don't^ ,lrnost when we
lobinIT* y°" want to come?"
P«tdlver .W^'anf8hawa «"
"We1*, MayN I will."
Robin
** W KUeen w< "P.
place look.
■ia*i °°m« closer," ahe ex-
and the men stopped their
work to look after her as she passed
them: She had not realized there
were, so many men about" till they
all looked at her now. To get into
the water as quickly as possible,
she climbed on the low bulwark for-
ward and took the air in a swan
dive, arms wide, body beautifully
arched, "bright and slender in the
stm. She met the water cleanly,
pd went-deep, thrilling to the cool,
sweet shock of it. She arched her
back and glided toward the surface,
letting her own buoyancy carry her
up till her head emerged.
As she came to the surface .she
felt, rather than heard, a heavy
splintering crash, She felt its im-
pact through the water. Then even
with a bathing cap over her ears
she heard sudden shouts, with ex-
citement and terror in them.. The
people along the stringpiece of the
dock above her, silhouetted against
the sky, suddenly^ whirled and dis-
appeared. They must have run to-
ward the other side of the dock.
Something had happened. A great
surge^ of water. came through the
forest oi piles under the dock and
lifted Robip and let her down again.
BoB and Heten-'MarStoh and two or
three older swimmers off the White
Queen were climbing out on the
Jlahding •fptage, running up to the
.dock level, disappearing. She swam
■-^IfUy ioward the stage, swung her-
self up on it, followed them.
Men were packed along the oppo-,
site side of the dock, their backs to-
ward her, crowding, standing'TOrtipi'
toe, trying to see over the shoulders
of men in front, looKing down at the
water. She touched one of them.
'"What happened,?"
He told her. with only the^tirief-
-ftst~-glance.-j, ','The crane fell over
u-', ' ■
See Changes in Air Travel
m Fantastic to All but Aviators
4>
But Most of Us Will Live
To Learn Every Proph-
ecy Has Come True!
By ELMO SCOTT WATSON
Released by Western Newspapa* Vulon.
^^ALIFORNIA high school
a China reached after a fast
hop in a plane or a huge dirig-
ible.
The graduating classes of
Hudson's Bay Eskimo ele-
mentary schools will fly to
New York or" Chicago for Su-
pervised study-visits.
"Half-n^ked natives from the
forests of Malay will fly to
universities in California or
Australia and fly back to the
native villages as agronomists
and physicists.
"Impossible!" you say—or
perhaps" orriy^N-ot, likely!"
As a matter of fact, it's not only
possible but it's entirely probable.
You can take the word of a man
who knows!
He is Harry Bruno, who grew up
Witlr American aviation and with its
early heroes. If any man is quali-
fied to forecast what's ahead in an
America that has always pioneered
in flight and that will probably be
even more dependent on air travel
in the future than it has in the past,
he-is that man.— -L—
Soj when' he makes such proph-
ecies as those given at the beginning
of this article, don't just, laugh them
off. instead,-read these wdrds of his:
"All this—and more—can be accom-
plished With the planes and airships
that exist today. But the world of
tomorrow wiii fly greater, faster,
more economical flying machines
and airships than now exist."
' You'll find those words-' in a new
book, "Wings Over America—The
Inside Story of American Aviation,"
written by Harry Bruno and pub-
lished by Robert M. McBridge and
the side of 'the dock. Fallow"in it. ^Company of New York. It's not
They're trying to get him out." H'q only an interesting book because it's
spoke almost with unction. "But he's | the "inside story" told by a man
She took the air in a swan dive,
kins came out of the smoking room
as she passed the door; and he pro-
tested: ^
"Thought you were getting off
here?"
"No, I've decided to stay aboard
for the whole cruise. It seems like
fun."
He urged: "Say, you're making a
mistake. You'd have a great time
here. Stay over and let me show
you the sights. You don't want to
miss Moose Bay when you're so
near."
"I'm afraid I do," she said,, smil-
ing a .little. "I mean, I'm afraid I
do want to miss it." She and Mr.
Jenkins blocked the stairs; and here
was Angus McPhail trying to pass.
She §poke to him over Mr. Jen-
kins' Shoulder.'
"Goodby," Mr. McPhail. Thank
you for telling me all about salmon.
Have a fine trip!"
She would have offered him her
hand; but before she dould do so,
he said goodby, simply, neither
smiling nor rebuffing hef, and de-
scended the stairs to the deck be-
low. Robin, Mr. Jenkins following
her, moved out on the upper deck
in time to see Angus McPhail step
on the dock. She looked for Will
to meet him, but another man who
seemed to be a workman—Robin
' jaw only his clothes, not his face-
hailed Angus; and Robin,-not listen-
ing to Mr. Jenkins* continued urgen-
cies at her elbow, saw Angus and
this man who had greeted him go
toward a decrepit automobile, get
in, and drive away along the dock
toward the shore half a mile away,
toward the town beyond.
Robin had a moment's wonder
why Will was not here. r Maybe he
was sick, or hurt, or something!
Then she realized that Will was
probably nt wonk^too busy to come
to meet ttte-ste'amer. Mr. Jenkins
was still urging her to change her
mind. She said:
"Excuse me. I'm going to have a
swim here, so I'll have to change."
She left him and went swiftly to
her cabin. While she was dressing,
one of the youngsters called out-
side her door:
"Readyj Miss Dale?"
"In a minute."
"The landing stage's right ahead
of us. You can go along the dock
and doWn to it that way. We'll go
ahead. You come as soon as you're
ready."
"Right!" Robin agreed. "Don't
wait for me."
Her bathing suit was designed for
•wlmming, reduced to its essentials;
and since ahe wa« leveling with a
minimum of luggage, ahe had no
beach robe. She came out into the
companlonway and turned aft to-
ward the gangplank and law Mr.
-Jenkins itudlni there. He was
done for, all right."
Robin went baek toward the White
Queen, sick and shaken. The day
was so sunny and fine and fair, the
sky so blue and beautiful; yet some-
one had died. She dressed slowly,
oppressed and miserable. She went
to find Mr. Lewis. - :
"Did they get..the man out?" she
asked. —
—He said;-^pio^Mai-yettlL The purs-
er added: "H<T was Mr. McPHmT*
brother. Will McPhail." ^
When Angus McPhail stepped off.
the White Queen, he expected his
brother Will to greet him. Will was
not in sight; but Pat.Donohoe was
heTe. Pat was as ugly a man as
you could meet in a nightmare, with
red hair that stuck up in some.places
like sprouting grass; with a red fate
and a battered nose which suggest-
ed that it had met strange fists in
its time and mjght again; with one
ear half the size of the other; with
a great scar on his upper, lip—a
_herse had kicked him there—so that
his mouth' would not quite close.
But he had a twinkling blue eye
which made you foirget the rest of
his battered countenance; and he
caught McPhail's hand and squeezed
it to a pulp, and he took McPhail's
heaviest bag and heaved if into an
automobile which stood with the en-
gine running, and he said:
"Get in yourself, sorr. Here we
go." > '' ••
"Where's Will?" . ,
"Waiting for you, be sure."
'So Angus got in, and the car
picked its way through scattered
groups of men, and past piles of
freight, and around switching en-
gines, and then speeded up for the
last half-mile run along the dock to
the shore. There the rough new
road slowed them down; they
bounced and grunted; and Angus
thought Pat was driving faster than
he needed to. But he-did not com-
pralfiT* anted to see Will. Once
he aIked:
"Why didn't Will, meet me? All
right, is he?"
"Sure, sorr, he s fine. Busy, mos/
like."
"What's he doing now?"
Pat chuckled. "Whatever they
put him to, this thing and that. He'll
make a hand, that lad.
Angus nodded, pleased and hap-
py; He- said: "I see they're un-
loading the rollers?"
"Aye," Pat dolefully agreed.
"That means the end of the job's in
sight. I hate to see the rollers
come. Another eighteen months
and we'll be moving on somewheres
else again." Pat would be engineer
and liaviga'or on this trip which
Angus and Will meant to take;,but
he was a construction man by habit
and by long love. "Here's the bunk-
house, sorr. Like as not we'U ,flnd
W ^cPhail was not there.
Angus, after one glance inside, said
so; and Pat walked in and said In
seeming surprise: . - ••
"Sure he is notj'at that. I made
sure he would be. We'll wait, sorr.
He'll be coming in any minute now."
But if Will was not here, other
men were; and one of them volun-
teered information. "McPhail? He
was out on the pier half an hour
ago. running the traveler."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
who, as one of the six original "Quiet
Birdmen" and as today's foremost
aviation publicist, has first-hand
knowledge of every memorable and
spectacular event in the develop-
ment of America's aerial power. It's
also an important book—important
right now when America is engaged
in a life-and-death struggle. For,/ as
Maj. Alexander P. de Seversky, who
wrote the introduction, to ~Mr.
Bruno Vbook,^ says;—- v
"The United Nations-Will win this
war through superior science, or
they will not win it at all. We must
Cut loose from the past and embark
upon audacious new strategies, with
air power as their core. We must
utilize our superior technologigal set-
up to spring intellectual surprises,
in machines and strategic innova-
tions,' on the enemy. And thus it
will be that the dreamers, the pio-
neers of yesterday's aviation will be-
come the realists and leaders of to-
day and tomorrow. The dynamics
of air power are so intensive that
we must plan for tomorrow if we
want to be on timj today. Fortu*.
nately America has the leadership
to achieve this. Harry Bruno tells
us where and why."
Such being the case, let's "cut
loose from the past" {so far as our
ideas of the limitations of air travel
are c.oncerned) and "embark upon
audacious new" voyages into the
future with Mr. Bruno. Ypu can do
that by reading the last chapter in
his book—"The Next ^*en Yeati."
Always Look Forward.
At the outset of that chapter he
says: "The gods of aviation have
one rule ~which all must obey: al-
ways look forward." Then he ad-
monishes us to "Lootc ten years
ahead to a posiaEarrworld in which
the .defeated Axis gangs aTe a thing
of the past, and you see one of the
most powerful reasons for each and
every one of us to buckle down and
Uo~our utmost to guarantee this
victorj^Thanks to aviation, this is
one of the-. most glorious ages in
world history."
Besides his predictions about the
California^hfgft; ' scho l -youngsters,
the Eskimo school children arid the
half-naked natives from the forests
of Malay, Mr. Bruno foresees also
the day when: .
"Shepherds will fly from the crags
of Tibet toi-universities'in Vladivos-
tok and fly back to their.native vil--
lages"asdoctors.
"Plane- loads "of professors wlIT
take off from Madrid' to train South
American Indians in new universi-
u tie& <stablished near new airfields
in Colombia, in Venezuela, in Peru.
'•'The-whole world will become the
oyster of any American with a two
'
■SSI
iilSUiifeiiii
n
\Phillipst
This Glenn Martin snper-passenger liner is not a plane of the "far
future"—rather it belongs In the "near future" for plans for its production
already exist..
weeks' vacation—and the low cost
of airplane and airship travel will
make a most -enlightening vaca-
tion in Norway or India a reality
for the Detroit mechanic or the Bos-
ton librarian."
Planes of the Future. \
How will they be-able to do all
this?. Here is the answer in Mr.
Bruno's words": ~"T
"The big planes of the next decade
will glide through the stratosphere
at speeds of 600 miles an hour and
more. They will enable a man to
breakfast in New York and have
dinner in Paris on the same day.
Citizens of Detroit and Denver will
be able to du exactly the samereve*
though their planes will fly non-
stop from their home towns to Eu-
rope .and South America.
"Their planes will not be patterned
after the huge flying boats that now
cross the oceans. planes
of 1952 willwfce huge Stratosphere
land planes, whose sealed, oxygen-
equipped cabins will carry. more
than 200 passengers in all the luxury
and comfort travelers enjoyed-on
luxury 'steamships like the, Queeo
Mary and the Normandie. They will
be powered by banks of gasoline-
PROPHET — Harry Bruno, who
"grew up" with American aviation,
makes some startling—but "too con-
servative," so say his friends—pre-
dictions about air travel during the
next-ten years. '
burning engines of 5,000 horsepower
each: But-the use of gasoline, in
aviation, will some day be as ob-
solete as the era of steam in auto-
mobiles. Electric engines of 10,000
horsepower, receiving their impulses
through rays transmitted from
ground stations will supplant gaso-
line engines within two decades of
the end of the war.
"Passengers with more time, out
for a more economical ocean cross-
ing, will ride in the comfortable
helium-filled dirigibles of the new
world. These giant cargo and pas-
senger airships will cross the Atlan-
tic in about 36 hours, carrying fast
freight and about twice as many
. pa^weftgers as the fast planes."
If you decided to sell your auto-
mobile because of the inconvenience
of gas*rationing and wait until after
the war to get a new one, don't
count too much on becoming a
"motorist" again. For, according
to Mr. Bruno, automobiles "will
start to decline almost as soon as
the last shot is fired in World War
II. The name of Igor Sikorsky will
be as well known as Henry Ford's,
for his helicopter will all but re-
place the horseless carriage as the
new means of transportation. In-
stead of a car in every garage, there
will be a helicopter."
Why? Well, these marvelous ma-
chines can do everything an auto-
mobile can dp, do it better and be-
sides take you up 'TnThe air, fa^r
Trom the gasoline fumes of the
crowded highways. Look at this pic^
ture of a Sunday afternoon pleasure
'"drive," as Mr. Bruno paints it: .
"The family will take off in its
helicopter from the backyard of the
roof hangar, climb straight to the
level authorized by government Teg-
ulation,. fly on to their destination,
and land on-earth, on a roof top, or
on, watef-T-as fancy dictates. In-
stead of wheels, the craft is mounted
on rubber floats—inasmuch as it
rises and descends like an_elevator
anywhere, wheels are not needed.
These 'copters will be so safe and
will , cost so little to produce that
small models will be made for 'teen-
age youngsters. These tiny 'copters,
when school lets out, will fill the?
skies as the bicycles of our youth
filled the pre-war roads."
But 'copters aren't the only ma-
chines that your children and their
Mr. Bruno, "the great sport of oui
youth will be motorless flight. Glidei
meets will be held all over the coun-
try, much like the sailing meets ol
other years."
However, the glider won'^.^e A
machine for "plea surtf driving''
only. It wiil.-become an important
economic factor in the transporta-
tion of the future. "Powerful cargo-
carrying sky trucks will tow trains
of cargo carrying gliders—since all
but the bulkiest slow freight will be
carried by airplane or glider-towing,
cargo-carrying dirigibles. The glider
will also become the great transpor
tation medium of commuting."
Trains of Gliders.
Which means that when you de-
cide to visit Auift Emma back in
Syracuse or Coysji Will out in Ore-
gon, here's how you'll go:
"Glider trains, towed by a lead
passenger-carrying plane that wilt
fly hundreds of miles, will drop glid-
ers carrying local passengers at air-
ports all along the route. Thus, a
trip from New York to Albany, for
instance, would bir made in a glider
attached to the New- York-Buffalo
sky train. Passengers would board
the train at the overhead station of
Rockefeller Center. The sky-train,
which started from LaGuardia Field,
would^pick up the Albany glider at
Rockefeller Center (and pick it up
in flight, tooL-.aud continue on
toward Buffalo. Over Albany, the
conductor-pilotf of the Albany glider
will cut his craft loosCj from the
train and glide to earth. By the
time the lead place reaches Buffalo,
he will have dropped all of his glid-,
ers along the route."
"But all of these machines can
still fall down and kill people—no,
sir, I'll stick to good old Mother
Earth!" you say. The aviation of
the future will become increasingly
safer, Mr. Bruno believes. He
writes^ "All aircraft will have tele-
vis ieitrWeather survey sets, enabling
them to see and hear weather Con-
ditions along the routes that lie
ahead. In this manner, they will be
able to- fly above or around storm
areas and add, to the comfort of
each flight.
"All airplane factories will be en-
tirely underground, air-conditioned
and deep enough so that no aerial
bomb can ever hurt them. Airports
will also go underground and what
will appear to be an empty field will
suddenly become active when a
plane lands on it. A quick taxi U> a
designed spot, and down will go the
Underground hangar as the surface
sinks under the operation of a large
elevator. An international police
force, armed with .the newest type
of-air weapon, will have no trouble
maintaining order and understand-
ing."
Such is Mr. Brunq's preview of
I "things to come." Do you find them
hard to believe? Then reflect upon
these final words:- ■ '
"liiese predictions are a lot more
Conservative than the flat prediction,
in 1900, that before the .century was
over man would build a machine
that would really fly. If anything,
most of my friends—men Uke Igor
Sikorsky and C. M. Keys, who read
this chapter, for instance—mark tho^
predictions down as being too earth-
bound, too conservative. And this
should tell you that most of you will
live to see them all come true!", •
■ 1
THE MOVIES AND FOOD
Several picture companies an-,
flounced they will ban or greatly)
tone down scenes of feasta, ban-!
queta or elaborate dinners for the]
duration. The iclea is that they are!
resented by the public in times likw
these.
• • ♦
"Nonsense!" exclaimed
Twitchell today. "For the
year I have lived largely on
cinema meals. Hungry and
weak, I have gone to a movie
and found my appetite appeased
- In ne time.
"There was one spell when I had
lost ten pounds. I went to a Cecille
DeMille picture and put on fifteefi'lni'
the first reel! - *
• • •
"With new ration rules coming
every day and with the people havJ
ing troubles galore getting food, the]
one source of relief has been those!
Hollywood feasts. JCven a breakfast]
as shown by most directors wasj
enough to make you unbutton your
vest.
"Last week I went to my
butcher to beg for a small chuck-
steak. I couldn't get it. .Well, "
I went over to the nearest movie
theater and ran right into 'Phila-
delphia Story'—a return engage-
ment .jit .course—and enjoyed
two of the finest meals I ever,
'had, one indoors and one out-
Wffl~Ee driving: For, say?*" doors,- with whoje sides of beef
in them. They showed closeups
of the gravies—yum, yum! And
there were flashes of the iihich
soups from eleven angles!."
• r •
"The wife came home exhausted
the other day from a losing figh
for -a few Cans of food. .She* was
terribly depressed. I took her to
Aviation Pioneers Made Possible Heroic War Exploits of Today
' America will never forget the
courage and heroism of such World
War II heroes as Capt. Colin Kelly
Jr., Lieut. ISdward H. O'Hare, Gen.
Claire Chennault and Gen. James
H. Doolittle, who wrote their epics
in the air and signed them with their
honor. Let us not forget, however,
the names of the pioneers who made
these war exploits possible—not only
the Wright Brothers, Glenn Curtis,
Billy Mitchell and Admiral Byrd,
with whose activities we are all
familiar, but the many other auda-
cious men whose reputations have
been obscured, tfere if:*- partial
list of the roll of honor: Calbraith
Perry Rodgers, the man who flew
across the corilihtfht in 1911 and one
of the outstanding aviators of pre-
war America; Jimmy Taylor, the
unassuming, little known flying
genius who for 20 years was one
of our ace test pilots; Lincoln
Beach/, a great exhibition oilot who
made tests that saved thousands of
lives; Vernon Castle, a brilliant war-
time aviator who is remembered (if
at all) as a dancer; Roscoe Turner,
a speed demon with a useful pur-
pose; Clifford Henderson, the Bai>
num of aviation, who did more than
any aviator except Lindbergh to at-
tract American attention to flying.
These Americans gambled their
necks, their brains and their money
that aviation might grow.—"Wings
Over America."
a picture palace and it had a break-
fast that would have done Anybody
elst? for a six course dinner.
"Such grapefruit—big as water-
melons! Such sausages! They
showed them sizzling in the frying
pan! Such wheat cakes! I think
four authors, three directors, two
producers, four composers and six
artists got credit lines for 'em!
*. * - *
"Then they served ham and eggs,
too. They showed these eggs—sunny
side up—photographed from above,-
-below and from east and west
• * *
"Mrs. Twitchell was a new
woman at once. And I never
saw her so happy as when they
poured the coffee. The pot was
as big as a stove aiidTeverybody
had two or three cups. —
• ' •... •
"Then came the finest hot rolls
the movie world has ever produced.
I understand it took twenty-four
weeks, 182 people and $100,000,000
to get just the right touch to 'em.
And that $100,000,000 didn'V.inplude
the butter!" " -
—
Elmer was licking his lips. "I
can't believe Hollywood is-serious
about abolishing ' these things," he
added. "Lower morale my eye!
They raise morale. Picture fans of
America arise! We must not stand
meekly by- and see the movies as
short of "food as our own homes are.
Qn with the baronial manor feasts!
We want more groaning boards.
Where else will we get butter?"
-'—I.. , • •* *
VANISHING AMERICANISMS
Mommer sent me over to see if
you could lend her some butter?
' • •
Bring me a sharper knife; this
st^ak is quite thick. ■ <
Tickets to the annual beefsteak
dinner will be $1 each.
• * *
Send down about $30 worth of sup-
plies; we're going on a week-etid
cruise. ■ "L
• • •
The food shortage In seme
restaurants has reached a point
where some places are adver-
tising for chefs who can bring
their own cattle.
"Frankly," writes ^ Merrill Chil-
cote, "I'm surprised-vat-these food
shortages. I'd formed an opinion
that if we ever ran short of any-
thing Henry Ford could make it from
soybeans."
• • •
President Roosevelt is now drink-
ing milk instead of coffee with his
breakfast. The blame for this, it
seems to us, must be shared about
equally by Mrs. Roosevelt and
Mayor LaGuardia. ,
m
•m'i
• —
I
•'
.-J!?
■■"WBtytllowing a resumption in
the manufacture of electric iceboxes.
The the'ory is that (hey .tfTlTpresently
be ideal places in which to keep
books or old clothing. —^——
* * *
"Life is so funny. I hgd ftiy sum-
mer all planned. I was going, to be
a serious farmer, Now here I am
with a success on my hands. 1 real-
ly don't know what to do about it It
upsets me so."—Helen Hayes.
Just try to reconcile yonrseV 1
to these tough breaks, Helen.
"With the ban on butter it was
suggested that substitutes might,be
found in mayonnaise, peanut butter
and apple butter."—News item.
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