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...Boston Army and Navy Trophy for safe flying. He recently 'established a world record in the annals of flying by spending 700 hours in the air without a single accident of any kind. President Coolidge presented him the Schiff Memorial Trophy, a prize awarded annually to the outstanding flyer of the United States Navy who spends the greatest amount of time in the air without accident...
...George Washington type, as counsel would have you believe ? Is he not rather of the all too familiar charlatan and demagog type?like Alcibiades, Catiline, and except for a decided difference in poise and mental powers in Burr's favor, like Aaron Burr? He is a good flyer, a fair rider, a good shot, flamboyant, self-advertising, wildly imaginative, destructive, never constructive except in wild non-feasible schemes, and never overly careful as to the ethics of his methods...
Last week interesting facts came to light about the relations between British and German flyers during the War. Captain Thomas J. C. Martyn, British ace, shrewd observer of men and events, former squadron commander at Isle-les-Hameau, and onetime Foreign Editor of TIME, the weekly newsmagazine, was asked to give his opinion on recent despatches from Berlin which stated that Count Manfred von Richthofen, celebrated German flyer, was not shot in the air but killed by caitiff riflemen after he had made a safe landing behind the British lines...
...that it would take 5,530 airplanes and 9,573,000 pounds of mustard gas to force the evacuation of the District of Columbia. General Fries believed that 1,000 airplanes and 40,000 pounds of tear gas would get rid of the civil population. Major Carl Spatz, D.S.C., flyer, told the Court that Air service equipment is "obsolete or obsolescent," and told how, in an attempt to find a suitable range for target practice for pursuit planes, when finally a suitable place was found for a rental of one dollar a year the War Department did not want...
Near Syracuse, along the tracks of the New York Central, a night flyer sped westward. No whistles blew. No bell sounded. Faster and faster it glided, past green lights at little stations, red lights at crossings; and the clicking of the ties became a dreamy foxtrot drumming in the ears of people who twisted on lumpy mattresses in small green coffins in its shadowy Pullman cars. A suddenly frightened fireman stared out at the flying night, then made his way forward and peered into the engine cab. At the throttle was a hand- the steady hand of Engineer William Vanbergen...