The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-06-22
AERoPLANING AT VERA oRUz
Sensation and the View From a Mill
 itary Air ship.
CJames B. Connolly in Golfers
 WeekIy.)

CJames B. Connolly in Golfers
 WeekIy.)
 The breakwater was passed and the nearest ships of the anchored fleet lay a mile or so away I thought we would be there in a flash. I won dered why we dddn1t and soon saw A shadow Of g. great birdlilxe thing lay on the water to one side and just ahead | of us. It was 8 tremendously large shadow at first; rapidly it shrank in l size; by that knew that we were do- ing more climbing than going ahead. We quit climbing and were sail | ing ahead for fair. The battle fleet i lay below us: and it looked so much like the little toy warships we buy i for our young nephews and godchil- 1 dren for Christmas that it was ridic- ulous. The toy ships flat bottomed= we pick them up and set them down | on the floor and there they stay. These real warships-the two biggest in the world were there-they sat on the water just like those toy ships at l home. No more life in them than that-1itt1e, gray-painted, narrow toy ships: and one differed from the oth-
 CTS; the tops of her turrets were anything but the war gray in all the fleet.
 Before we were three minutes in the air Iysettled matter which had long interested me. A few years ago a. friend of peculiarly calm makeup took me to the top of his office building for a look over the city. It wasn't the tallest building in the city of more tall building than any other in the world, but it was tall enough=14 stor- ieS. He stood on the edge of the roof and invited me to stand there also and look down on the life of the street. I stood on the edge, but I did not look down. did not dare look down, and just to stand on the edge took more out of me than would care to give away every hour of the day. Now, before going up in this flying machine wondered how the great height would affect me. hoped, remember, that if 1t worried me would not bother the operator with my troubles. As we rose higher and higher I was noting with curios- ity me own feelings. I waited for that feeling which I had on the roof of the History building to come back to me. We rose higher and higher, and waited and waited. Nothing doing It wasn't the same thing at all watched the ships grow smaller and smaller below me and didn't care how small they got. settled down under my shoulder straps and re- laabsed into sheer contentnient.
 c was rated as being good for about 6S miles an hour. She was do-. ing that now across the wind The air effect was not so overwhelming as thought it would be-that is. in the way of sound. No doubt the rubber plugs we put in our ears before showing off made a lot of difference: but even allowing for them, there was a rushing whirr; the buzzing of the propeller, -howecer, seemed to me to be louder. There was a, great play of it, though, through the wire struts a loud, never-ceasing, almost musical note I wish could say it was rnu- sicaI and give c 3 a good mark, but it wasn't.
 Then there was no disappointing effect in the weight of the wind as 1t rushed by. put my hand up to brush my cheek and slap! my hand went against my chin. I forced my lips apart to yell a word to Bellinger. turning my head inboard as I did so to reach his ear the better, and my lee cheek filled out like balloont I could feel my lips at the same time taking on a. pear shape. I turned my head well inboard then to note the effect, and had to make somewhat of an efforts,to bring it full front again.