Evening star., 1936-07-25
Airport
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All aboard, please" The passengers
plane, including the young couple with
the camera, both looking rather scared
and excited and trying to conceal it
Next comes the StewardeSS, who waves
to the agent standing by the steps as
she disappears into the ship. He
grinS and slams the door. Porters roll
the steps back. Mechanics take away
the blocking apparatus that has been
placed against the wheels.
There is a cough from the motors,
and the propellers turn over. The
motors begin to talk. their sound deep
ening to droning roar. Then the
ship swings around and rolls across
the field to the hangar near the south
east corner, where it stands for few
minutes warming up. the propellers
twinking in the sunlight, looking
rather like huge dragon-f1y. There
is full-throated roar from the mo-
tors, and she moves off. Down the
field she comes, her stern up, cloud
of dust billowing behind her. You
see daylight between the ground and
her landing wheels-and 9 tons Of
metal slips into the air as lightly as a
leaf in the breeze. She clears Mill
tary road by 20 feet. as the warning
siren posted on that thoroughfare
walls Intellectually, and in a moment
or two is no more than a fiat speck
over the Potomac to the west. She
will be in Dallas in seven hours
And before you have time to take
your eyes off her another big silver
giant has dropped down easily onto
the field-an Eastern Airlines ship
in from New York. In a moment she
Is parked by an entrance gate, and
another group Of passengers is filing
up the steps.
Still they come. The next to show
up is Pennsylvania Airlines plane
from Cleveland and Pittsburgh, Boe-
ing, somewhat lower and smaller than
the Douglases, and tan colored, with
the Pennsylvania keystone on its side.
Even before it comes in it is evident
that this arrival is to be something
OF an event. A knot Of important
looking people gather at the gateway,
along with couple of news photog-
raphers, complete with cameras. After
most Of the passengers have disem-
barked there is stage wait, while
an airlines agent dives in and out of
the plane on mysterious errands.
Then the cause of it all emerges-a
grand opera star. blond, buxom and
hpQ r1inD Tn hand eI,
huge bouquet of roses, which she
waves in greeting to her friends The
photographers snap into action and
get her to stand at the door of the
plane while they take pictures.
RUT the really big sensation is
sprung moment later, when a
maid comes out of the plane carry
ing a wicker basket covered with a
blanket. What's in it? The question
flies among the watching bystanders,
and in moment the word is passed
around-it's a baby! Whose baby
the opera stars? The answer is not
Forthcoming, but the excitement in
creases, and the news photographers
go wild. They get the diva to pose
on the steps, holding the basket with
the baby on one arm and the roses on
the other. The double burden is al
most too much. and she comes peril
ously near losing her balance. but she
rights herself in the nick of time and
poses graciously. Then the procession
of star, friends and attendants files
up the walk and out to their waiting
cars, the maid bringing up the rear
with the baby, who has slept soundly
through the whole proceedings.
The photographers still have some
plates left, and they scout around for
other game. They find a small boy on
the fringe of the crowd with a model
airplane which, it develops, he has
made himself. They snap him holding
it on the ground; holding it in the air
and gazing into space, as If yearning
to be aloft; standing in front Of the