New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-08-26
ATWOOD ALMOST FALLS.
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wood to have something at the Bache-
lor's Club
Have you missed a meal on your
trip" he was asked.
Have I ever had a meal" he replied.
The United States Army Rejoices.
This was joy unconfned to the United
States army. Here was something prac
teal that the officers could do for him.
For half an hour he partook Of the
Bachelor Clubs best.
II was noted that Atwood was appar
emily in the pink of condition.
You are feeling tip-top?" inquired
captain, cycling the avtators rudy
cheeks and square shoulders with the
appreciation Of an expert.
Never better" said Atwood. looking
the part. 1T has been hard, though, on
the men who have been keeping pace
with me- by trains and automobiles.
Stevens, my manager, is hollOv-eyed,
most Of tho reporters have been losing
sleep and two men had 70 go 70 the
hospital last week. But I have taken
things pretty easy he said. with
smile
How has the trip paid you fnan-
cially?" he was asked.
Il won't have much surplus now that
the Sheepshead racetrack deal has fallen
through" he said.
Promoters have ceased TO interest
me. 1 cut loose from promoters at
Lyons. 1t cost me $4,000 there 70 buy
them off a contract whereby / was 10
stop at twenty towns and thereby hurt
my rate Of speed and my prestige. This
81 OOO comes out Of the $4,000 that Mr.
Evans has paid me for the trip, and my
other expenses have amounted 10 about
$500.
Trip Cost Him $500.
q do not want to stand before the
public in the character of charity OBJ
iect. but you can subtract one thing from
another and find that I have really not
gathered much cash on this trip
Here Atwood remembered that he
needed a cap and that he had not seen
Broadway from good point Of observa-
ton for several weeks. He walked. fol-
lowed by an excited group Of soldiers
and civilians. to the government dock.
where he took the boat for the Battery.
on the boat ne looked over some music
that a young woman composer had
mailed him. all about what an aviators
bride should be. how happy and every
thing. He said he would try II on the
piano when he got. home
Photographers asked him repeatedly
10 pose. and he always obliged, but
rather pathetically murmured: I'm all
smiled out: I've had 1865 miles Of snil-
ing to DO"
Your aeroplane is pretty well COW
cred with autographs" said a bystander.
Yes: that seemed to be the stunt
everywhere I landed. DO you know at
Elkhart one fellow went around and
sold pencils
The Battery was swarming with peo-
PIE When Atwood stepped off the boat
barebeaded. wearing a rakish gray
macintosh there We're hearty cheers.
II was ncces sary for him to go into the
waiting room Of the Staten Island ferry
On enthusiastic were the efforts Of the
multitude to tell him, individually and
conhdentially. what they thought Of a
chan who could Go as he had done.
Hundreds paid five cents to get be-
vond the gates. determined TO gaze upon
him al close range.
serious hammered man Of fifty
nushed industriously through the COM
pact spectators and leaned over the
aviator's head until the stranger could
whisper in his ear.
a Near-PsternaI Blessing.
God bless YOU" he whispered.
Then he stood up 10 his full height
and with a melancholy shake of the
head. said in a low voice: Harry
there was the affection in his tone that
father would use in addressing his
son Just rescued from drowning do
Won feel all right. Harry
Atwood shook his head in the affirma-
tive.
none at all?" the man pleaded.
Atwood smiled and shook his head the
other way this time.
inst look at him" said the stranger
20 a bvstander. loud enough for Atwood
20 hear. See him a-settin' there like he
was nobody. I shook hands with him,
he confded. and soberly withdrew
When Atwood Jumped into taxicsb
N 20 uptown several patrolmen were re-
ouired 10 make way for him and his
marty which included f. Adrian Won
mining and Ethan A. Weinberg. the
committee appointed by the --eronauu-
cal Society 10 meet him.
There was another wholesome demon
ovation bv the crowd as the machine
shot toward Brooklyn, and when the
civ Hall was reached hundreds OF per
sons unconscious that Atwood was then
nsssipa, stood rooted TO the ground, gaz-
ing far over his head in search of fit
ting glance Of him on his way down the
river
At Great Jones street boy
Broadway car, recognizing the aviator.
yelled. Hello. deere. Atwood.
Atwood waved his hand as the taXicab
6osbed on-tbe chauffeur was showing
that he. too, was a shark at the wheel