Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-17
Washington Woman Flies Over Europe.
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rainbow The tiny villages,
dispersed here and there, at the most
spots, seemed to twinkle
in the cross-light of the sun and its
reflected rays which formed the rain
bow AS we few on, the rainbow seemed
fixed and it was marvellous to watch
the miles and miles of changing land.
scape that passed under those inverted
rays of light.
At Zurich. the plane was met by
guide who showed us the town.
Our visit to the Zeppelin works and
the Dornier plant, on the Lake Con-
stance, had, of course, been prearranged
and sponsored by the DeutSche Lult
Hansa and the North German Lloyd
Our admission into the big iron gates
was, therefore, expeditions and we were
informed later that we were the nrst
foreigners to have the privilege OF
entrance.
Several times we had heard runors
about the giant ship that Dornier is
constructing and we were all agog,
wondering II perchance we should be
allowed to see it. Nothing was said,
however, on either side. Likewise, were
we thrilled at the enormity OF the Graz
Zeppelin-as big as our good steamship
Columbus.
our air cruise now dwindled to Gen.
Kincaid. Sam Barr, the North German
Lloyd representative. and myself. MISS
johnson would be detained In Berlin 10
prepare for her Transatlantic flight In
the Pohrbach Rostra. And I was anx-
ious to look in on the exposition IN
Barcelona. Besides that, the air cruise
was going by train from Zurich 70
Cologne. via Stuttgart, and on to Paris.
I couldn't see why We should train r1oe
when there were so many safe planes 10
ride in. so many places to see ana so
much time to be saved. A 45-minute
ride from Zurich to Friedrichshafen on
the train had been sufficient.
Bidding our good-bys and promising
to meet later in Paris, we went our
ways. In Zurich again, ! was INFORMED
that the plane was awaiting my arrival
on the field, that the regular tranSpor-
tation bus had already gone and that
l must take cab.
AS I stepped into the waiting plane,
my disconnected fellow passengers nad,
I imagined, look of disappointment on
their faces to see that was all that
had kept them waiting. We were now
headed for one of the most talked OF. as
we'll as one of the most beautiful cities
on the continent, Geneva. Flying over
the little country OF Switzerland is
equivalent to a good lecture on tnrut.
The changing terrain below invariably
gives to one sense Of neatness and
system.
Lausanne. indicated to us by the
radio navigator's chart, told us that in
a short time our journey would be end
ed for the day. Soon we caught the
first glimpse of enchanting Lake
Geneva. Like glass it was, with the
gorgeously dying sun playing lovely
symphonies In colors on its depths OF
infinite delicacy.
After this. what? A good dinner and
comfortable bed in one Of the delight
full hotels overlooking the lake. had
an excellent view Of Jean Jacques Rous-
seau's Isle-that quiet oasis which har-
bors his bronze statue. Sleep was not
difficult.
Geneva fulfilled every expectation.
Could the rest OF the trip be less inter-
esting? Suddenly I was conscious OF
a distinct thrill of anticipation. was
to cross the Alps and, before reaching
Barcelona. the Pyrenees. 1t was In Oc-
tober. at a time when the mountain
passes are usually covered with snow
and ice.
Our light little craft flew over the
Alps with headwindS most OF the time
At such a high altitude, one, at times,
felt the need of reinsurance. But the
plane weathered the trip wonderfully.
NV next conscious thought was one
of admiration for the flying neld at
Marseille. There are not many flying
fields that afford the double advantage
of land and seaplane service. But
Marseille has one Of them. 1t was
lust as interesting to watch the sea-
IN, AlOtorg
the big Farmans fueling for their reg
ularly scheduled flights to Paris and
London.
We arrived about o'clock. A
French movie of the Swiss Alps that
night and an early start the next morn
ing for Barcelona.
Stepping up into the plane, saw that
I was to be the only living passenger
to Barcelona. looked about me and
discovered the explanation. Every one
of the nine remaining seats in our
Rohrbach Roland was occupied with
cargo of one description or another.
And on the seats were bulky packages
of assorted merchandise. No matter
how many other people would have
liked seats on this plane, they could not
have been sold tickets because OF the |
strict regulation as to the specified
weight allowed, and also because freight |
happens to pay more than passengers.
I was told. while in Berlin, that there |
are now at least three air express routes
carrying express exclusively in Europe. |
Berlin to Paris. Berlin to London and |
a newspaper plane that carries nothing
but latest editions from Berlin to dis
tant cities.
At the beginning of the trip, we skirt
ed the coast. Soon there was nothing /
but Pyrenees. uglier than the Alps and
so unfriendly. / felt safe in our steady |
all-metal, three motored Roland. And |
I watched the crossing of the ranges
lust as If we had been CULVER stepping |
across as many field burrows.
Barcelona is unusually interesting