Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1919-05-28

The dawn is breaking at Souther
Field, and the first red rays of the
morning sun, slanting downward Ct.
the redder Georgia soil, gives prom
Use of a perfect day. 1t is morning
of momentOus possibilities. The Vic
tory Loan must be boosted, pulled,
pushed or otherwise accelerated into
that position known as over The
Top"
A call has come to SOuther Field
like the old Macedonian cry, Come
over and help u.s. With that quick
response for which Souther Field is
famous a ship was ordered out and a
pilot named. A passenger is needed.
The writer was peacefully wrapped
in the arms of Morpheus-and two
Q. NJ. blankets-for the night had
been chilly, when the invitation was
extended to take the trip. Fifteen
seconds later an acceptance had been
given and dressing was we'll under
way.
We took off the field at $50 a. m.
and pilot Lieut.. Samuel C. Stout (since
then citizen Stout of Chicago and
West Point pointed the ship to the
south and we began to climb. We sail
ed for two hours at an altitude of
$500 feet, so smoothly that it would
have been possible for a person in
the rear to thread a needle had they
been so inclined. | did not have
needle along, but know it could have
been done.
Something Was Missing.
After three hours had elapsed and
the town we were to visit had not
appeared below us, suspicious began
to filter through our minds that we
had mislaid the point of destination.
In a case like that it seems to be a
rule of action to dive at the nearest
railroad station and read the name.
We diyed. You get a sensation that
remains in your mind, even though
your last meal may not remain on
your stomach
We read the names to the extent of
three stations and decided to descend.
None of those names seemed famil-
lar enough to warrant staying up. 1t
is easy to decide to descend, but to
find a location is a matter requiring
preparation and sometimes prayer. !
wasn't furnishing the preparation. We
afp af vii ~
landscapes that ever yawned up at
lonely ship. One field had the finest
collection of standing dead timber it
has ever been my privilege to inspect.
Those pine spears penetrated the at
mosphere like gigantic toothpicks, One
of them seemed friendly looking
enough for a resting place and they
appeared too splintery to slide down
with any degree of comfort. We sailed
over another field. 1t was in state
of cultivation. A negro man was
acting as chauffeur to a large mule
attached to a cultivator. We roared
over his head at an elevation of less
than 200 feet. He took one look and
the mule from that ma
chine. He gave the beast a slap
and the animal went into high speed.
The negro was already in higher
speed. 1t was long field, but the
way that coon ran reminded me of
the Swede who gazed at the departing
ferry boat and contemplated jumping
for it because he believed he could
take it in two "yumps."
The Negro Reversed.
When we reached the end of the
field. we turned ana circled back, The
mule went on but the negro reversed.
didn't see a great deal of him on
the return trip for the ground was
getting dusty where he ran. I am
under the impression, however, that
his speed would make chain lightning
look like a way freight ON the Central
of Georgia.
Shortly afterward we located a field
that seemed suitable to the pilot and