The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-03-01

Fred was 8
 printers devil
 in the college
 newspapershop, and is now an expert color photographer. He has driven his car 100000 miles in the last few years, photograph ing America, west of the Missis- sippi. He has accumulated a file of many thousands of color pho- tographs, covering all the national parks and places of historic inter- est in the West. Life used some of his scenes lately.
 Fred says New York doesn't be- lieve that anybody in the West knows how to take a picture. So New York agencies, magazines and advertisers send New York pho- tographers by plane at great ex- pense, just to photograph a COW or a tree in California, Wyoming or New Mexico, when there are photographers (including Fred, of course) out here who con do it just as well.
 Well, it sounds likely. That's New Yorkishl
 Hal O,Flaherty, managing editor of the Chicago Daily News, has been in town during my short stay here. We met for the first time since we covered the Omaha tornado together, in 1913. And I'd call that Small World item, somehow.
 Hal was known then as the handsomest newspaper man in America. He still holds the title, if that's any encouragement to girls who are thinking about marrying handsome young men but fear for the effect of the years.
 The Omaha tornado blew Hal to fame and fortune, or started him on the way. He did an amaz- ing job for a press association, and his work was recognized by prompt promotion. He became European correspondent, and has been about everything and every where since. I'm waiting to hear announcement that he's going to write personal experience book. It would be gem if he just told it straight, without any attempt at putting in the kind of window dressing so many publishers want.
 Visitors to the Golden Gate Exposition should bring light top- coats or be prepared to wear heavier clothing at night than in daytime. The nights are always cool in San Francisco, and out on Treasure Island at this season they are chilly. I spent an even- ing at the fair without an over- coat, wearing heavy tweed suit, and I wouldn't advise it as a practice. You'll feel friendlier and jollier if you don't get chilled.
 The California fair has no Grover Whalen. MT. Leland w. Cutler, president of the Exposi- tion, is 8 modest, unassuming, dignified business man, who seems to try to keep his own personality in the background. He is an ex- perienced executive, speaks in a mellow tone, deliberately. None of the Whalen personality, gardenia or promp. He is handsome, but not as movie actors are handsome. Mrs. Cutler, considerably younger looking than her husband, is ob- viously proud of the man who has guided the building of the big show, but oncerned lest he over work.
 The two largest airplanes in the world came sweeping into San Francisco Bay while chanc- ed to be accommodating 8 couple of eyesful of the Golden Gate. When I went over to have a closer look I was met by uniformed Pinker- ton man who said there was noth- ing to do but stay away. And he was almost right. The Pan Amer ican people aren't taking chances with cranks, spies or enemies. Those ships are too valuable to subject to casual inspection by strangers.
 However, an official of the com- pany courteously led a small party of Us to the waters edge, where the newest ship was already warming up for 8 shakedown cruise to mid-Pacific and return. In 8 few minutes she was of.
 Shell do her circle of 2,500 miles tonight" said the airways man.
 And there was a thrill for the watchers as the Alton boat, with wings 126 feet long, took the air like a gull, circled over the Bay, and headed for an imaginary spot in the ocean, 8 thousand miles from any land.
 Ten men make up the crew of one of these boats. Government inspectors and representatives of the builders and operators were abroad also.
 I wonder whose little girl it was who was holding the hand of her mother, some distance back from the wharf. Both followed the majestic ship till she had disap- peared in the light haze.
 The mother was still gazing in- to the sky where the ship had vanished where the little girl, squeezing her hand, asked, twill Daddy come back tomorrow?"
 Copyright, 1899, McNaught
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