Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1919-08-31

make kindling out of it, we didn't. It had come at last; we were up away up.
 The Air Gets Rough.
 I sat suspended on something and lazily drifted along. Below me there was Arkansas. Strange to say, it didn't look anything like it does on the map. I leaned out-quite cauti- ously-and found Pine Bluff. The remainder of the state was quite green with an occasional lake dotting the green, and plowed fields at quite frequent intervals. l was conscious of moving very slowly, but Arkansas away down there below seemed to be hurrying by much faster than at it's usual speed. We had drifted some several hours when Capt. Cone touch ed me on the shoulder and pointed down. I looked over the side. The Cotton Belt shops was doing business down there, while several cunning little trains were puffing nightly on toy tracks. The earth moved on, and Noble Lake passed in review.
 Then-Oh Boy! Then the captain l banked for turn. To my left, there was the sky; I wondered at the time what lake that was. To my right was nothing-just pure and simple nothing, with Arkansas at the end of it. I leaned over and tried to get on intimate terms with the sky on my left. It looked like a softer place to land in than did Arkansas. My lean- ing was intended, I think mostly, to get that thing I was riding on an even keel. I couldn't push it over however, and resigned to my fate, decided I'd trust Capt. Cone to do it. He did finally, but he evidently wanted me to do stunts on the tip end of one of the wings first, because he kept leaning that thing over fur ther and further till I'd about de- cided l was hanging with just one ear hooked over the tip of the wing, and was about to be kissed on the face somewhere by the north side of Jefferson county Up to that time, i l had kept my sense of location, but on that bank, got lost. saw streets houses and buildings, woods, farms, smoke stacks and roads, but l had no idea just what part of the pano- rama each belong
 There's Toney Franey
 We drifted over a lumber yard where there were stacks and stacks of lumber I fancied having the splinters pulled out at the morgue, and decided I'd look at something else.
 We passed over some smoke stacks. How horribly black, I thought, one would get if he should fall into the mouth of one. That was bad 4 T, :x,1, lol oF something less vulgar. Several crazy quilts passed beneath me with nothing eventful happening. Then Capt. Cone touched me again. look ed down. The natatorium was below. It looked cool and refreshing, but I didn't care to dive down for dip in it-not just then.
 Shortly after, we banked again, and I knew we were going somewhere else. Down Cherry street for awhile and made a couple of auto mobiles look like pikers. Skidded around corner. and below was Laurel street. Passed over the High School much quicker than I passed through it. Slippe done over on Manager Merrick. Saw the ball game free. Toney Franey loomeG tup in the crowd below. The Pine Bluff club was up in the air about the same time, but we passed over them. We turned into Second ave- nue aand started up toward the post office. The speed we made up Sec ond avenue would have made the motorcycle cop bite his nails in an- guish. Didn't see Scates anywhere around with "met the judge at 8 o'clock in the morning" however. Reached Second and Main, but went right along without waiting for the street car to move on. The court house seemed justly dignified, quiet, and reserved as it squatted there on the bank of what had once been the river. It was at that time only a green something or other which look led mighty far down. was "sorter" glad when he banked again. had hunch we were on our way back to the field. l wasn't scared, mind you, not a-tall. But I didn't want to inn pose on Capt. Cone's generosity. l Up Comes Arkansas.
 On the way back, something. hap pened. l don't know what it was. was riding along nicely when all of a sudden something slipped. felt myself going down-fast. There Twas room for four men between me and my belt; my stomach had gone somewhere. I found it just under my Adams apple when we stopped going down.
 I looked back at Capt. Cone. He !grinned. I grinned back. That is I performed the same tricks which usu- ally brings forth grin. I hope it looked like one. When banking and dipping, I took decided interest in that little stick working there be- tween my legs. The captain made the plane do things by working that stick, and much, or very much de- pended on that stick. It fascinated me. l watched it. It began to move and large portion of Arkansas be- gan to rise up to greet me again. l kept my eyes on the stick. It moved