Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-15

chat gives me ffty-one hundred and sixty
and what Small change I've got in my jeans.
So, gents, as I was saying, want to buy
aercpIane. :"
Such was our introduction to Ed Honinger,
and it taught us that he crazy-yes, crazy
as fox. 1t appeared that the greater part of
his bank roll had come to him by this same
tin-can and bullet route, Ed having followed
the State and county fairs betting with the
hicks. With the other hicks, rather, BECAUSE
despite his guile, Ed HOllinger was still a
simcn-pure yahoo.
He hailed from somewhere out in the Wyo-
ming sheep country, and his sole reason for
wanting 10 fly was to earn enough money to-
take up option the gol-dumbdest ranch
bargain on the face of the earth. He would
have to make $4,000 in the next 18 months
or he would lose what he had already de-
posted.
He bought an 80-horSepower plane from
Harry Ernst fer three thousand, and paid Tod
Shredder a hundred and fifty to teach him to
fly it. Within week he was flying figure
Fights In a fortnight he banking his
turns. and at the end of month he was
making fourturn vertical spirals from a thou
sand feet. The cautious ones among us shook
their heads and muttered lugubrious prophe-
cies, but it was plain to every enc else that Ed
was simply natural-born flyer.
The newspapers heard ab5ut him and wrote
him up, calling him Cowboy Aviator and Wyo-
ming Buster. At that time there were less
than hundred aviators, living active, in all
the United States, and Hollinger made quite
a stir.
TINY SHULTz, with his tortoise-shen cane
and his white spats came out to the field
to watch Hollinger work. He signed him up at
once 1890 percentage basis, guaranteeing
to book him through the Middle Western State
fair circuit at $500 day, three days week for
September and October. And after that he
promised good bookings through the South,
with Havana in February.
Throughout the months that followed we
heard tales about him. Save for Lincoln
Beaehey, he was the greatest of our flyers.
It was stew" Devons who gave us our last
news of Hollinger
'Hollinger quitting is sure a great loss to the
game" he said.
"Quit? Has Hollinger quite" We all asked
together.
why, sure he's quit" said Devons. Didn't
you hear? He quit right in the middle of our
double header date at Suwanee Falls Fair. After
the second days flying, got talking about
shooting. Hollinger happened to have gun
with him. and he bet me that say, whatr'e
you buzzards laughing at?"
When we told him. Devons laughed too.
We'll" he said, that explains it, l guess it
was me that was the yahoo, after all. Anyway
when I'd handed him the 500 bucks I'd
lost, he said Thanks, Stew, and so long. I'm
quitting-look! And he Tugs out roll of bills
the size of piston and plasters my 500 onto
it. Twenty thousandp he says and much
obliged to you Write me a post card some
time
"'An right, Ed, III do that told him
What's your addresS?'
"That kind of stumps him for a minute
Then he smiles and looks pretty pleased with
himself.
'Hollinger's,' he says That's good name
for it. Yes reckon I'll call it HollingerS
Write me at Hollinger's, Ute County, Wyo.'"
"Hollinger's Ute County, Wyo. The
essence of all this ran through my mind that