The Washington times., 1935-01-12

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a dinner given Frank BUCK oNelh
by George Preston Marshall, pub
Usher of The Washington Times,
to the Washington Automotive
Trade Association, Rickenbacker,
the decorated hero of America in
the World War, hailed the repre-
sentatives of the automobile trade
as men of courage and pioneers.
He hailed them as prophets Of
faith in America, with the will of
men to gain their objectiVeS in
business.
There was a ring of command
in the voice of the ace of the air
as he bid the trade move forward
to bigger and greater things. He
bid them to surpass the miracles
in advancement already accom-
pliShed. Testimony of their
genius, he said, was presented in
the glistening creation of brilliant
engineers in the dazzling floor ex-
hibts of the show that opens to-
day at the auditorium.
whatever the future holds"
Rickenbacker told a cheering
audience, "yOu have proved your
faith in America and in the
American public. You have
pushed steadily on to greater
achievements with the courage
of pioneers. You will continue
to push steadily onward with
that same courage. Such is the
precedent and the tradition Of
the automobile industry. 1t Is
more than precedent and tradi-
ton. 1t is the recorded history
of the business"
Rickenbacker resumed his seat
but somehow or other it seemed
that his message thundered right
through the automotive industry.
1t will be heard across the coun-
try. If it isn't, the leading minds
of the motor world are wrong.
Postmaster General James A.
Farley, Marvin Mcintyre, Secre-
tary to President Roosevelt; Gov
ernor o. Max Gardner of North
Carolina; Joseph V. Connolly, of
the Hearst organization; T. j.
White, William Randolph Hearst,
jr., and Jack Hearst joined in
greeting the masters of the motor
industry. Every company was rep
resented.
Dazzling Array of Cars
The cars were there in dazzling
array. Conspicuous before the
stage was the mighty little racing
contraption that Wild Bill Cum
mings hurled over the Indianapo-
lis Speedway in the 500-mile auto
derby last summer, averaging 104
miles per hour. Captain Ricken-
hacker said of Cummings achieve
ment, IF you think you don't
have to take a beating to win that
race just try to drive it,"
You and 1 can't drive that roar
ing, flame-hearted monster of the
race course, but you and I would
love to drive the creations Of the
masters of motordom. There's q
car for every purse and for every
Whim. Streamlined, with the
slick knee action of FollieS STEP
per, the shining servants await
only the touch Of the starter to
set the motors purring.
Lordly giants of the concrete
arteries with as many cylinders
as you care to feed with the
quick starting, speedy pickup
fuel, will carry you around the
world if your whim commands.
Right down the line, all beauti-
full, all representing the best dol
lars worth of transportation you
could wish; they are on display.
I'll Take EN- All
Here is a maroon Cadillac, q
va, that will make you rave.
It's bigger brothers, the viz and
VIC will intrigue your fancy
and tug upon your purse. And
there's Packard in blue, a
Pierce Arrow in dark red, Nash,
Buick. blue Hupmobile. the rak-
ish-looking Auburn, the Chevrolet
and the Ford.
In another space a symphony
in engineering, the Chrysler, with
the Plymouth, the Pontiac, the
De Soto. One can only feel in
full and complete sympathy with
the gentleman who had dined
richly and we'll, if a bit too
freely. This chap looked at the
glittering display and said to a
guest, whom he mistook for a
salesman: I'll take 'em all"
Rickenbacker was one speaker.
One half shut his eyes and con.
jured picture Of Eddie at the
stick of a Whirling Spad, his
machine gun Spluttering death to
the Huns, mile high in the skies.
Charmed life he has, this vet
eran of the speedwayS and the
rigadoon of death.
The Youngest Major
A few seats away, his expert.
ence belied by the visage Of
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