San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-04-22

of balloonins. that makes them both
worth while"
Perhaps of all his store of optimis-
tic philosophy, this sentiment, reflect
ing the humor and the courage Of the
famous free balloon pilot. III. II.
Honeywell. who will pilot an especial
ly built balloon in the 1924 National
Race. is the most typical Of the at
titude that has taken him safely
through hundreds OF, races. delivering
him nj times unharmed in the midst Of
strange people and in the middle Of
wild. uninhabited lands.
Wear smile" says Captain
HONEYWELL after 30 years of free bal
! looming, 'and you'll come out all right
/ in the end"
! Coupled with the smile. Captain
HONEYWELL insists that free belloonists
should have thorough knowledge Of
their business, and safe and sane
| method of matching their puny
strength against the great unknown
forces Of the world above us.
Flying for &c Years.
Captain Honeywell is a pioneer bal
loonist, having been in the game since
the Spanish-Amcrican War. He has
won six first prizes in national and
international events ten seconds. four
third prizes, one fourth, two fifths,
and one seventh place. And at an
age when most men are thinking OF re-
firing into comfortable ease and safe
ty, Captain Honeywell is planning
other flights into unknown lands and
unavoidable plights; for. as he puts it.
"NO man can predict the outcome
OF any race. 1t is a game of chance,
largely. and the end is a secret That
can only be learned when the trip is
over and the Big bag is resting once
more on land, sea, or mountains. That
is why | like tit is so uncertain
The 1912 Race in Germany,
Captain HONEYWELL thinks that his
trip into Russia, in the international
Gordon-Bcnnett race of 1872, is the
most exciting and the most interest
ing trip he ever made. As he tells it.
his eyes glow with the same spirit OF
adventure that took him there and
sent him safely back again to civiliza-
ton, and because he lives 1t as he
tells it. the white snow-wrapped
wastes of Northern Russia and the
uncouth figures OF fur clad gendarmes
assume proportions of reality. and the
Wild winds that sweep the country
that lies next TO Siberia in the wilder
ness of white wolves and primitive
men. seem terribly near in the biting
reality of their GOODNESS and bleakness.
1T promised to be wonderful race.
that one in 1912" Captain Honeywell
said. I'VE started out to win, my
aide and |. Some of the finest and
bravest /balloonists in the world were
entered. and it was clean-cut game
of chance and skill. On one side OF
us lay the Atlantic, on the other the
Channel, and still further beyond was
Russia. Where We would go was
matter for the winds to decide.
Heard Wolves Howl.
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s'"rteu run ne Seu 1ofa M
many; on Novemper %, lyi- M ~.
lltst uas out was oenu,iiui; VITA Ia.
weatner ana elear view Oh ths ear.h
Deheath us; we Passeu otsr oe,,ln'
anu rcached inc ioWen emu .. me par
TIC. without mishap. linen hisht came
ana we started ascending, traVeIIhs
~ the rate OF 10 mnes an hour III
rortnWesteriy direction.
Inc next DAY was as DARK as night
Tor we mad gone directly into me TEEN
OF poiling ram ana snow storm. We
could see notning beneath us, as tne
black clouds were In Two layers, ono
above and one below US: we only
knew that we were passing over land,
because the Rowling OF wolves came
up to us in constant mournfui dirge:
At times we could catch glimpse OF
white. peculiar looking world below.
with strange little black paths like the
cracking OF ice might have made on
sea frozen over. ziszasging in every
direction over the white mantle OF
snow, r-