The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-09-13

| rose; not unlike myself, a produce
t of Mother Nature in another form
or phase-we should be friends
t While | puzzle, sour and mean, il
!. comes from it's hiding place
smiles, and communes with me
and sends forth its fragrance. We
are friends under these circum-
stances, and l care not now how
often the container bangs my
head, on account of this pretty
rose l shall place it to it's proper
position with gentle hands.
Nebraska Farm Scenes
To a farmer, especially a dry
lander" from the plains of Mon
tana in the summer of 1929, this
passing panorama is a wonderful
sight. We are now over the
Omaha country, flying uqite low,
at times just a few hundred feet
above the trees and house4tops.
The farm ladies step out to the
door-ways and wave to us by
means of table-cloth or dish-towel;
the chickens, pigs, and other farm
yard denizens scurry to shelter;
the horse cocks his head sideways
and skyward, while the farmer
Yields the pitchfork in a happy
salute. Here must wonderful soil
and labor applied intelligently;
corn, corn everywhere; silos,
~corncribs, hogs, large red barns,
and white houses; neatly kept
farm yards, windmills, herds of
cattle sleek and fat in bountiful
pastures; school-houses, telephone
lines, churches, good roads, clean,
pretty towns-on-rushing, palatial
passenger trains, over which we
pass as if they were in "~Iow-gear"
heavy laden freight and milk
trains, carrying the products Of
this wonderful land to the con-
Stunning thousands in the nearby
Omaha and to the industrial marts
in other sections of this Union.
At Omaha
1t is now about six o'clock and
we should be nearing the Omaha
landing field. On account of head
winds and a late start we are
considerably behind our scheduled
flying time; the inner-man, too,
tells me that it must be time for
something to eat-nothing but a
cold lunch since last night in Salt
Lake City, Yes, he shoves the
stick forward, and we glide into
the Omaha field. 1t must be quite
a distance out from the city, be-
cause the town itself vas not
sighted at all. 1t is very haZy.
Just as we land the attendant
hands to me the crush" message.
My fears are now allayed-it sim
ply conveyed the information from
the Hamburg-American Line in
New York that the Yep would land
at Lakehurst, N. j., at midnight,
Wednesday, and would remain
there four days. This helps some,
because I feared that l would not
have sufficient time to attend to
certain essentials necessary be-
fore the trip, at Washington, be-
fore the big bag sailed on it's way
to Germany. Now they feed the
motor again, and also advise that
a cold lunch is ready for me in
the ofice-did not get into it very
deem until the cry "All set" is
given and I say %. X" take what
is left with me-a piece of nice
BURBERRY pie and cheese sandwich
away we go. The next landing
is to be Des Moines, Iowa. The
ship flies low, and my soul feeds
upon the handiwork Of nan
mostly level prairie land, very
rich; corn fields crowding one an
other into very avenues of traffic
of the cities and towns we pass.
Few acres wasted here-it's corn
and hogs and more hogs and corn.
Iowa. Iowa, where the tall corn
grows" The picture is unchang-
ed and delightful; now we sail
over the beautiful city Of Des
Moines-a state fair is in pro-
gress; the carnival spirit is over
the city, and the country folk who
nave made this metropolis possible
shuttle to and fro upon the paw
ed arteries. Now we glide into
bort; here really is an up-to-date
ind lively airport; many ships of
Ill makes, government weather {
b~roadcasting station, and
hight lighting system. Quite a :
ew people standing about, and T
We are told the Yep may pass over
he city some time during the z
light, and the crowd is gathering. .
Another Passenger
They have taken my box of flow C
RS out of the cabin and transfer
ed it to the mail department, but l
m not be alone; a chap about %