, 1925-02-01

the others.
we were out on the planes early
Saturday morning, and, though re
luctant to leave such a restful and
charming spot as Casco bay. we
were anxious 10 reach Boston and
then push rapidly on to the Pacific
coast. our final goal, But a stiff
head wind sprang up just as we
were about TO take off. and Erik
found that he needed more gas to
carry him to Boston airport. This
had TO be brought from Brunswick.
the nearest town, and 1t was nearly
noon before a supply arrived by
truck.
planes. led by General Patrick. thad
flown up to meet us and escort us
in. When they saw us lying on the
water. they broke formation and
each. in turn. dove down and waved
TO us. By holding up a funnel and
pointing t. the gas tanks we let
them know what was delaying us.
Seeing those planes filled with
our old friends gave us n of the
greatest thrills of the trip. After
circling over us for a while they
flew to Old Orchard. landed. and
waited until they saw is coming.
From then on :he day was N thrill
after another. And the climax came
With the reception oil Boston Com
mon.
Can't Hear the Noise
AS we flew over historic Boston
harbor and Bunker Hill we saw a
throng of people evidently waiting
for us at the landing field. Although
we couldn't hear a thing because OF
the roar of our motors, we could see
streaks of steam shooting up from
factories. ocean liners, tugs and
ferry boats. 1t seemed as though
every whistle in Boston was blow
ing. We could also tell from tho
puffs Of smoke that the warships
beneath us were firing salutes. For
a moment we all wished we could
be down on the ground to hear what
the uproar was like. But our Lib
ertys drowned out all sound. hence
the most impressive part of what
was going on below us was seeing
the fireboats spouting fountains OF
water into the sky. They looked
like a group Of geysers all playing
at once.
'Fropn then on the people of Bos
ton set us a wild pace. So many
things happened that it's impossible
to mention them all. The enormous
size OF the crowd at the airport and
the spontaneity of the welcome tool
our breath away.
1.-THE first thing that happened
when we stepped ashore was that
some one showed a radio micro
phone in front of me. / looked al
it sort of dumb-like and blurted out
What am I supposed to do Will
this?' OF course the thing vas
turned on, so those were our first
words to the American public,
Then General Patrick. oil somebody
explained that mother and dad were
out In Los Angeles listening in and
that I was supposed to say some.
thing. So I said. Hello, folks. I'm
glad to be home and let it go at
that.
Mystery Girl Kisses Erik /.
"I believe about the. next thing
that happened was hat a beautiful
young lady burst through the crowd
threw her arms around Erik. gave
him a smack on each cheek and an.
other on his bald head. \ moment
after her sudden descent upon Erik
she vanished. For days the papers
were full of this mystery girl
None of us, including the bewifdered
Erik, knew who she was. At any
rate. she was not the young lady
whose photograph was the mascot
Of the New Orleans all the way
around the world.
After receiving the greetings OF
our own chief. who had sent lis
forth TO explore the anyways of the
earth. we met the governor of Mas
sachusetts. the mayor of Boston. the
corps commander. the assistant sec
rotary OF war. and any number OF
other officials. Nelson's brother,
Gunnar. a noted mathematician. had
flown-ail the way from Dayton TO
welcome him. and a quiet English
man came up TO us, who turned
GU, TO be none other than the Brit
ish world flyer. Maj. Stuart Mac
Laren. In addition to thanking us
for sending his spare plane from
the Kurlle islands to Burma by dc.
stroyer. he told us that he was on
his way home 10 outfit another
round the world expedition. in the
hope that England might still win
the honor OF being the second TO fly
around the globe.
After signing the airport entry
book for Bob Brown we were hustled
into a fleet of automobiles and
whirlod through the streets at a
speed that made our hair cuIl
Strings OF motorcycle police were
flung out ahead OF us for three
blocks TO clear the traffic. Every
copper was blowing his siren and
tearing along with throttle full
open. II any OF us had the mistaken
impression that Boston was Il sleepy
town. we got over It in a hurry.
Paul Revere's ride was tars com.