Evening star., 1938-08-05
GOTHAM CANYONS
RING WITH ROARS
T0GR|NN|NGFLYER
Corrigan Is Tangled With
Tape and Drowned in
Continuous TumuIt.
FRENZIED WELCOME
RIVALS LINDBERGH'S
Oppressive Heat Forgotten by a
Million, Who Surge Along
Parade Routes Fringe.
By the Associated Press.

By the Associated Press.
NEW YORK. Aug. 5.-Cool and
brash, young Douglas Corrigan rode
triumphantly up lower Broadway to-
day, grinning infectiously. as the tenn
perature rose and sweltering thousands
cheered his progress, Indifferent to the
oppressive heat.
All the enthusiasm for his mad solo
flight from New York to Dublin was
let loose in a continuous roar that
dinned upon his ears from the battery
to City Hall.
Brokers and business men. bankers
and stenographers, clerks and other
once workers weren't slowed down
bit by the devitalizing humidity and
the heat Of the swarming sidewalks.
The tons OF torn paper and ticker
tape fell, the perspiring crowds yelled
and showed and Corrigan grinned, sit
ting on the back of an open car with
James M. McGurrin. chairman Of
Mayor La Guardia's Reception Com
mittee. and the mayors secretary,
Stanley Howe
In the second Car rode Corrigan's
brother Harry. Of Baltimore, and his
wife Anita. In the next car were
Walter and Steve Reich, friends who
helped Corrigan service his plane at
Roosevelt Field in the week Howard
Hughes was making his round-the-
world fight.
The imperturbable Corrigan erinned,
just as he had grinned earlier in his
hotel suite when he insisted anew he
had made an honest mistake in flying
to Ireland instead OF to California.
One Continuous Roar.
He grinned and the crowds roared.
trying to picture him alone, thinking
thoughts in the dark mist the time his
ould crate was laundering through the
clouds to soar above the shores where
the galleys Of the Lochlanns, prows
q bloody red. beached in quest of prey
Or crossing the glades Of Thomond
the dark, mutinous waters Of the
Shannon, seeing women below filling
their creels with turf, and the thrush
and the linnet. the curlews and the
larks fAfsAelow him as he sped towards
BAldonnelE
He might have been, to al 1.-The Irish
He might have been, to all the Irish
Of Connaught making his way across
the plains to Meath, a red buckler with
stars and animals OF gold and fasten-
ings Of silver upon him and crimson
cloak with precious stones.
For the Irish were in high glee to-
day and were claiming the hero as
their own, Texas birth notwithstand-
ing. But Corrigan, to the ones who
were not Irish. was the simple me-
chanic who flew the wrong way and
injected the vitality of great adven-
ture into many humdrum existence.
From the moment he was escorted
from his hotel by police and detectives.
who made themselves a flying wedge
through the jammed lobby and side
walk. the roars Of the crowds were in
Corrigan's ears.
Rivals Lindbersh Tribute.
Around the Hotel McAlpin, in the
Broadway midtown area, there were
thousands. They packed the windows
of the hotel and nearby buildings.
They waved Irish flags. handkerchiefs
or anything else that was handy.
Some OF the men in the crowd waved
their neckties and their coats. The
crowd was SO dense Corrigan was
virtually lifted by the police and
placed in the automobile for the ride
down the west side express highway
to the Battery and the start of the
parade.
Such crowds, such boisterous enthu-
siasm, had been unseen in New York
for years, perhaps not since the
frenzied tribute to COL Lindbergh.
And on Lower Broadway it was the
same tremendous thing, multitude
Of shouting, screaming men and wom-
en-, bent on expending the energy
(See CORR1GAN. Page A-3)