The Wilmington morning star., 1940-06-23

ton, hangar flying, or doing any
OF the other things we all find to
do while at the field. Cute, huh?
Hatch, by the way, was a pilot in
the Royal Air Force during World
War. /
We sat in the office yesterday
afternoon listening to the radio and
talking while waiting for the ships
of the air tour to arrive. Suddenly,
upon hearing the roar of several
alrplane motors, we dashed out on
the apron searching the skies for
the visitors we knew had arrived.
Returning to the office after a long
search for planes we didn't see, we
were Informed that the motors we
had just heard were not those OF
visiting ships, but merely the
sound effects used in a radio ad
appealing for aid for victims of
the European conflict. Then we
thought of what a difference the
long awaited sound of airplane mo.
tos made to us as compared with
the people of Europe. -.
But we were not fooled for long,
for shortly after that the gang
sWarmed doWn-full blast. Mos
everyone came at one time but as
we ere ready to leave, e r e
visitors struggled in.
The Aero club will wind up its
membership campaign Wednesday
after the members have put in a
good bit of hard work that brought
encouraging results. With all the
new members, we expect to make
our drive toward making Whining
ton more air minded twice as sue
cessful. First aid cards will be
given at the meeting Wednesday
night to those who completed the
First Aid course All members and
those interested in joining are ur'
ged to attend the meeting, which
will be held in the offices of the
Chamber of Commerce.
When taller tales are told, pilots
will tell 'em. This one comes from
a fellow who was recounting his
experiences while flying through a
dense fog - so thick that he was
afraid to open a window in the
ship for fear the stuff would seeL
in and make it impossible for our
hero to see the instruments. With
the gas in his poor little Cub run
ming low Gas usual and nothing
but pea soup all around, he di'
cides the wisest thing to do is gel
down pretty quick, SO taking al
into consideration he commences
sprialling down. Down, down, he
comes with nothing but thick gooey
soup all around. Watching the alti'
meter like a hawk, he levels of
and lands in one motion, when that
little guardian of the flight informs
him that another spiral will wind
up six feet under the ground he
cannot see. Climbing out of the
trusty Cub, our hero stumbles for
ward, only to discover that a scant
two feet in front of the plane is d
brick wall. So around to the back
to see what might be lurking there
he ~strolls, to be met ay another
wall. Our perspiring friend then
explores the regions in the direct.
ion of the wing tips, to find only
more walls. Shaking, he its down
to wait for soup to clear. AS the
last wisps of the stuff blows away,
our hero rubs his eyes in surprise
upon finding that doggonit he has
spiralled right down a silo
One of the boys thought tn e
plane in the window of one OF the
downtown jewelry stores was too,
too cute until he saw that it adj
vertised wedding rings!
Slips and spins: The newest slo'
gan for wise pilots is, "Be smart;
fly safely, as shown by the latest
assortment of posters on display
in the office. We're all for these
new posters that are being circu-
lated by the c. a. A., for who could
know better than they the most
common cause of accidents in fly.
ing. These and the Screwbird pos
tiers occupy prominent places III
the office for the benefit OF the
would-be screwbirds. The red
Stinson left this field for Myrtle
Beach airport Tuesday, where it
will be found all summer. When
the Coast Guard Grammar took
off Wednesday morning after stay
ing over at the airport since Sat.
urday of last week the place real
ly did seem deserted. Another
Of the students made his first solo
hop the other day. Tom Teachy
from Verona was the fledgling who
test hoped his new wings l a S t
Sunday morning. We didn't have
our usual Coca Colas that day, but
the Watermelon he brought later
made up for the wait. James