The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-09-09
NEW YORK ROARS HER WELCOME !. TO WORLD PLIERS Prince Of Wales Takes Back Seat For The
 NOnce POLICE LINES
 SWEPT AWAY Flight To Washington Is Scheduled For This
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| MITCHELL FIELD, MINE LOLA, L.. l., Sept. There fthey come!" a city Of 100000 people stared skyward. Swift lily, suddenly, a cluster of black dots appeared, hung halfway up the misty bowl of the east ern sky. The dots grew in size, speeding nearer. They seemed a flock of great migratory birds, hurrying south before the touch of autumn in the air.
 Separated from the others, somewhat below their lighter companions, three darker, heavier shapes flew in V for nation. These were the planes of the 'round-the-world fliers, the others were the escort craft welcoming them to New York after the 220-mile coastal run from the Boston airport.
 Wales Forgotten
 After passing New York the escort | planes scattered as they neared Nit chel field. The three flew on alone. The great grandstand that rose from the flying field was packed with ex- l cited people. Generals jostled admit rals, millionaires elbowed tanned heu- tenants whose rows of medals and winged collars marked them as flying men. Beautiful women were every wherey befarred bejeweled, with red lips, chic costumes, sparkling eyes. On l tip-toe they turned their back on an excited laughing youngster who had been the exposure of all eyes moment before Edward, Prince of l Wales. z
 The planes swept downward. The murmur of the crowd grew to roar. The roar was drowned out by the thunder of mighty engines as Lieut.. Lowell Smith swept down CT the | grandstand. Those who turned binOc- nlars upon him saw that the young | officers face was set, that he glanced only at his gears and dials. Lieut.. "Les" Arnold, in the rear cockpit, was waving back greetings. Smith swung his plane abount like a racing driver on a turn, and the l"Chicago'' settled gracefully to the grass of the landing filed, touching the ground first at 8 AZ 80 D. m. The solid roar of the cheering crowd drowned the tumult of his whirling propellors. Wade spent back to the ground behind him, flying the Boston H. Eric Nelson landed few seconds later. In the rear seat of Nelson's plane Jack Harding was standing on i his feet, waving madly, while the ma chine was still in the air.
 Crowd Breaks.
 | Khaki-clad soldiers and blue-coated policemen, arms locked, had struggled to hold back that joyous crowd. But now the crowd swept through the po- lice line and at the planes. In his box in the grandstand the Prince of Wales was waving his hat, Lis pink, face flushed, his blond hair rumpled. Troops twere keeping the crowd back from the propellors. The airmen rose, stripping off their flying suits. They wore the same worn grey sweaters, rain and grease stained flying caps and worn riding brooches they have worn since changing from tropic shorts at | IaflS. All except hanK Ok0en, WnO sported an immaculate new uniform.
 The fliers clambered heavily from the planes. Policemen again fought back the crowd. Out of that crowd rose the shrill voice of a girl:
 "Jack-Oh, Jack"
 Lieut. "Jack" Harding-"Handsome Jack"-rushed over to greet a pretty miss who stood behind the police lines. Someone was shouting for Eric" Lieut.. Eric Nelson dived into the crowd, and emerged smiling.
 Patrick Beams.
 Lieut.. Lowell Smith, beaming be- meath the film of dust and oil across his lean face, was shaking hands with Mai. Gen. Patrick, chief of the air service. The white-haired, general was beaming, too, enjoying every thrill of this triumph of "my boys"
 Lieut.. Arnold had not removed his flying suit. He stood, bare-headed, wrapped in the all-enveloping garment, as he hurriedly told of the trip.
 Perfect weather all the way down. Not a bit of fog. We flew over New
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