The Dolores star., 1918-08-30

one wonders IL the kaiser's Uhlans
are so much n pnrt Of horse and sad
die. Many Of the horsemen are from
the Frederick Remington country and
have shot wolves and coyotes, round
cd up cattle thieves and ridden days
through sand and cactus with alkalI
dust clInglng to their eyelashes. The
sun shines on the satiny backs of their
mounts. Two or three wave gnyly at
Mrs. Housewife on the porch. She re-
turns the salute with comradely
flourish OF the tea towel and. in .
furry Of dust, they are gone.
Aircraft In the Sky.
Time was when San Diegnns got
thrill from waiting two or three hours
ut an aviation meet. finally to he told
by fat gentleman with a megaphOne
that. rs the wind was strong. the exhi-
bition would be postponed. Later, when
two or three lonely airshlps began cir
cling overhead. the population elevated
their noses and craned their necks In
admiration. The first graduating class
Of eight from Rockwell field was hail
eddy the newspapers us grent event.
Today. with 20 airships In the
sky at once. and with thousands
OF birdmen training Mt North Island.
the civilians nre blase. However, the
chutter Of an engine brings Mrs.
Housewife out OF doors to look. II
may be Mike Brown. super-ace Of
North Island. or some space-defying
Frenchman borrowed from the fighting
line to teach battle acrobatlcs.
In such case numbers Of dinners
will wait while the aviator climbs the
air In leaps and bounds as though
vaunting up a gigantic nerial stnir-
case. When he IL little moth against
q mountainous cumulous cloud 5000
or 1000 feet above the earth. the chug-
ging Of the motor stops and the bird
ship coasts in a long. swooping dive
down. down, growing larger every
minute. until It rights Itself and the
engine begins to turn again. He
climbs again toward the zenith. files
on his back, rocks from side to side,
loops the loop. performs side spins and
tall spins. the zigzagging failing
leaf" and the Immellman turn. most
swift Of air movements. Not until
the wnrbird has flown OF to lunch
does Mrs. Housewife remember her
hreless cooker.
Peace for the Oregon.
From an excursion steamer one
looks aloft to sky whlrring with mir
planes. One counts dozen. score
but 1t Is impossible to keep track. for
machines. plloted by students and In
structors. are constantly alIghtIng and
ascending. A sight OF thrilling love
liness It is-purple-blue water below.
stretching to the end of the world
are playing in the surf; above, the
translucent blue Of skies like those Of
France and Italy; against 1t the blue
white planes, dipping. racing, sailing.
as gracefully as the gulls. Some
are 1000 feet up, specks against pastel
tinted Mexican mountains. Others fly
lower, their engines scOlding ferO-
clously. as they breeze along at more
than q hundred miles m hour. Their
shadows fit across picturesque jap
anese fishing craft; pleasure boats and
submarine destroyers, and battle
ship Oregon, which. after the dare
deviltry Of its youth. is spending q
safety-frst respectable old age as .
naval trimming ship.
With the speeding up Of the war ef-
fort. flying is done seven days a week.
Sabbath afternoons are enlIvened by
squads Of machines practiclng battle
formations, flying In wedges like wild
geese. or In single file. or circling
around each other. mt the signal Of
the leader. In queer Virginia reels OF
the air. Thousands OF feet above
earth they suggest the diszy dance Of
insects around n lamp.