Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-05-30
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ones hrst night 10 much like ones
first operation. He learns n In to be.
and awakes TO find II has been. When
things get In full swing--that is. when
II IN time for the ether and too late
to hack out--he thinks OF hts sins.
Not long ago was closeted with the
president OF a well known aircraft cor
poration. Suddenly he asked II l had
friends. both of whom met tragic ends
shortly after Offering TO take me aloft.
aud as shortly before doing so. and
replied negatively.
The president looked az hits watch.
II was 4 o'clock.
I'm send you up this afternoon" he
said turning to his telephone.
The field was six miles distant by
map. but not so by motor car At
least, II was reached In scarcely that
many minutes But In six minutes of
rapid driving-or In what seems To be
only six minutes-many things may
attract ones attention, We APP
preached n quaint little graveyard. A
cemetery that has the appearance ~
age-and this one had-holds a GER
tain fascination for some folks. Old
fashioned slabs. cracked crumbled,
and askew, with weatherbeaten epl-
taphs and homely American names.
hold interest for one who finds enjoy
mont in browsing around picturesque
spots.
We reached the field.
The office boy was a speedy convoy.
In less time than II takes 10 tell IL, |
was signing my name to u pink tag
and "a white card--a mere formality.
but for the convenience of the coroner.
no doubt. Then there was another
walk--this time a brisk one under
escort-thru the factory
AS we emerged from the doorway OF
a vacant hangar and stepped into the
field. yellow De Haviland plane. .
few yards ahead. faced us. The pilot
stepped forward with hand extended.
1t was much like getting into a prize
ring by accident and shaking gloves
with Jess willard, Presently, en-
sconced In the heavily Upholstered
rear seat. was securely strapped In
place.
We were of. The roar OF the engine
grew intense. The plane trembled.
The ground. covered with dead turf.
looked like yellow mating as the ma
chine swept across 1t, gaining speed
each inch 1t travelled.
Flying doesn't make one think he
has wings. Neither does II make him
seasick, nor scare him to death by
taking to dizzy" heights. In fact
straight flying Is as nearly devoid OF
unusual sensations as anything pos
sibly could be. Unfamiliarity with
the district over which we flew made
1t impossible for me to keep my bear
ings. / was completely bewildered.
1t was like riding in a train and sud-
denly coming in view OF ones home
town after years Of absence, therefore.
when I sighted, miles" below. the
little graveyard that I had previously
passed in the motorcar. As I gazed
upon 1t, fascinated for some queer
reason, the pilot suddenly throttled
the engine and pointed the nose OF
the ship straight down.
Down we went for $500 feet--as
afterward learned-in an intoxicating
dive. At last flying. more literally
falling, was exhilarating. Ali was dead
quiet, except for the rush of the air,
and there was no vibration. This was
Swimming in space!" Again the
motor reared, and down view dipped,
reaching the normal line of fight on
an even keel at full speed.-Popular
Mechanics.