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Even an extraordinary newshawk, obliged to send a story a day from the Antarctic, must resort to much journalistic bilge. The newshawk with Byrd's Second Antarctic Expedition, Charles John Vincent Murphy, is not extraordinary. But last week aboard the Jacob Ruppert as she crept through the drift ice toward Little America, Reporter Murphy was unexpectedly handed the ideal Byrd expedition story of sudden danger, a narrow escape and a happy ending...
...gear, for a reconnaissance flight. In the take-off the wind whipped the skis back until they hung vertically from beneath the plane. Someone had forgotten to attach restraining wires from the toes of the skis to the wing struts. Pilot June was told by radio from the Jacob Ruppert what was wrong. Co-Pilot B. M. Bowlin crawled out on the wing, lost his cap and a glove in the icy blast, saw that the skis indeed were dangling, that nothing could be done about...
...score of the Ruppert's crew scrambled out upon the ice with fire extinguishers, bandages and iodine ready for a bad crash. In less skillful hands than Pilot June's the plane probably would have gouged her skis into the ice, somersaulted into a heap. Coolly he pulled his Condor's nose up almost to the stalling angle, squashed the ship's tail into the snow. The skis bounced up into a near horizontal. In that split second Pilot June set the ship down safely...
...outsider was admitted to Col. Jake Ruppert's office in his big red brick brewery, but Manhattan newshawks knew what went on inside. Most specific was Reporter Rud Rennie in the Herald Tribune...
From Admiral Byrd's S. S. Jacob Ruppert at 68° South Latitude, 124° West Longitude: "This morning we picked up our first penguins. . . . The cry 'Penguins' brought men to the rail from all parts of the ship. Many jests were cheerfully flung at these merry creatures. It is possible they understood. After one or two looks at this amazing vessel . . . they hastily dropped down on their bellies and with their flippers working like connecting rods scuttled away. . . . Their cheerful industry offered this consolation. Where in the whole world is there a creature with a harder...