The Caledonian-record. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1920-current, 1922-08-11

| and waited in lonesome snots about
three hours more. The Other "Trip
was far more thrilling than any
airplane flight under normal con-
ditions could be, Tor | was Chauffeur
for Mrs. &. II. Flint Of Newport
when we broke the record (as we
say,) making the trip in about two
hours and thirty minutes by auto
mobile. This day, however, our
trusty Liberty motor was destined
to carry us faster than man has
ever travelled between these two
points, although the tTip was made
at an altitude slightly'higher than
'Mansfield's Brow and in d sort
OF arcpath we were over Newport
in about 35 minutes from Lake
Champlain.
ain order to add to the interest
of our trip we passed straight over
the crest of Jay Peak and then on
a long gradual descent approached
Newport City. The first object
visible was the immense sand bank
on Pine Hill. This we would see
even before Lake Memphemagog,
due to u approach from the west
in the afternoon. A moment later
Newport itself came into view and
| gazed down upon the most beau
tiful town scene | have ever wit
messed from the air. The business
section is located upon a projection
Of land which nearly divides the
lake proper and the Back Bay. The
entire scene is laid out in clear re-
lief with a clean White street APP
parently cutting through the very
heart of the town. The lake lay to
the north in a perfect calm, its
surface ruffled only bv the wake of
the 'Anthemis' as she headed for
Magog. Vainly did we look for the
Lady, but "The Lady of the Lake"
had passed on to Avalon. In fact,
everything was quiet save for a
little group of boys on the roof of
the Yacht Club who paused in
then diving TO wave a welcome as
we glided by.
"a quick descent over the town
with motor wide open, a sharp
climb and a wing over OF two
were made + we headed for a
larger field in Coventry. In the
center of this ield stood a lone
figure who waved his arms franti-
cally and leaped into the air in
sheer delight-and who do you
suppose it was? Well, it was none
other than my old St. J. A. room
mate and former Air Service off
Ger, Lieut.. Walter c. Cleveland,
more widely known as "Grove".
Here again I must relate a little
personal incident which is interest
ing. Before our machine stopped
rolling along the field, after land
ing "Grove" was on the plane i'm
plOring me not to stop the engine,
and at the same time tearing Cog
giles and helmet from my passeng-
en- and finally taking the place of
Lieut.. Motfatt altogether. Give
her the gun, Sam! Give her the
gum. | heard a heavy voice about
yan inch from my ear, right ear,
and without argument, | opened
the throttle wide and headed for
Coventry; for "Grove" could not
be denied the honor of being the
first aviator to ,cleave the air above
his native village. When our little
jazz-ride' (Which means a flight
of 'cutting-up' without visible use
ful results) was over, we rolled
again into the field and received a
warm welcome from our old
friends and then proceeded to the
hospitable home of Judge Cleve-
land. On the following day, the
pleasure fell to me of plotting Or.
Harry Hamilton and Col. Curtis
S Emery on their first aerial ride.
| believe that they would make ex-
cellent fiers for they appeared
perfectly at home and except for
being a bit reeved at flying so
short a time, both enjoyed the trip
and for the first time really saw
their home city"
Writing of this trip Col. Emery
says:
az had always said that moth
ing could induce me to go up in
any kind of aircraft. | expect that