The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-03-16
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS

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 a failure.
 And all because my hearty friend. Karl I.andgrebe. was so fascinating. It came about in this way: Lieutenant Maynard said to me: Meet me out at the Dixie field at 10 o'clock Monday morning and I'll give you spin before I hop off for 1 Jackson
 Now, it was the thing most wanted to do. First I wanted to be able to boast that had ridden with the Flying Par son" and then wished to get the feel os De Haviland' 4, with its 460-horse- power and it's powerful Liberty motor and especially of the one which has made the transcontinental flight. I am sure that the parson meant to take me up, for he had told other friends to be. on the field at the same hour he ap- pointed for me to meet him. We waited and some of the aviators got impatient as the hour passed II and no lieutenant in sight. The minutes ran, and 1t was lit tie before noon when he hove in sight.
 
 He had been out to the steel plant with one of his aviator chuns, and explained that he must have walked at least ten niles. and that he had had no conception of the immensity of the developments at 1 Ensley. The grudge I hold against Karl I.andegrebe is that he had so much to show that he cut me out of my ride. for Lieutenant Maynard was anxious to get away around noon. I had sense enough to realize that to claim the ride would be to inconvenience the parson, so | thanked him and told him hoped he would return this way and pick me up. I had a good chance to take stock of the man who has made name for him. self and brought honors to the army as a flyer. He Is a clean-cut young chap in his physical makeup He is just the Aver type His features are regular, and, in fact. he has the look of being we'll bred and we'll groomed. He radiates a feeling of being thoroughbred in every particular.
 I saw him as a guest in home. and he had the ease and charm of manner of one used to cultured society. I saw him in the pulpit at southslde Baptist church, and he had the bearing of one used to be- ing an ambassador of the Most High. I saw him at the Strand theater face a crowd of men and win their attention and respect by his earnest address. I saw him on the flying field. surrounded with his friends and. he was perfectly nat ural and unspoiled.
 Being Baptist preacher myself. was anxious to get line on him as a min ister, and so in answer to my questions learned that he began preaching when he was II years old and had been In the ministry ten years. He is now 2. He studied at the great Baptist college of North Carolina, Wake Forest, known far and wide for the type of it's graduates. Dr. C. B. Williams of Howard college being one of its distinguished graduates. The lieutenant told me that during his ecflege days he also served some churches; SC he has had much experience as a preacher.
 I then wanted to know if he was mar red, and about his family. He laugh irgly Informed me that when he left home he had two girls, but since his ab- sence a little baby boy had arrived. He seemed to think that the stork played a srlrvv trick on him by passing him b' ir the air without giving him even q
 Ak IaJ I,a ing in his basket to leave for him at his North Carolina home I found out that he was mighty eager to get back to his wife and babe.
 Sergeant Sake, who is making the trip in the machine with him, Is a photograph fiend and gets his greatest joy in taking pictures from the clouds. He has had wonderful success. saw the ones he took of Birmingham before and after they were developed and they showed up fine. When they hopped off for Jackson ke insisted that they take one more flight over Birmingham, as there were some things he had failed to snap when passing over it on Saturday.
 But the one the Flying Parson' likes best is the one taken of his fathers home from the clouds. His next choice is that of the little country school in which he spent his happy hoyhood days. He seemed to regret exceedingly the fact that on ac- count of the lay of the land he could not make landing anywhere near his old home, but looked forward to the day when man in a machine could drop down in back yard without any trouble.
 have been around aviation fields quite a bit, but never saw it take so much work to tune up as it did to get the paddle going on the H-4 on yesterday morning. It was over half hour before he was able to get 1t up When I ar rived Sergeant Kline, who made the transcontinenta1 trip with the lieutenant, was making a fire to heat a can of oil SO that it would run. The tank was filled with gasoline, and the engine got it's dose of oil, and everything was in readiness
 Usually one man can get the paddle going but it took three men to do it sary for men to join hands and act as though they were playing the children's game of popping the whip but that is what I witnessed. The man nearest +hS oak;,a xxyr,,ld rrah tha ,>, d51> ,~5