Word: byrds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...publication today of the autobiography of Anthony H. G. Fokker, noted designer of airplanes, with its unconcealed attacks on the flying achievements of Admiral Richard E. Byrd, brings before the public another unpleasant quarrel between personages...
Openly contesting the accounts of the transatlantic flight of the "America", as related by Byrd, Fokker proceeds to give his own impressions of what happened on that memorable flight, describing the events in a manner that relegates Byrd to a minor part in the final desperate manoeuvers of the plane immediately preceding its dive into the sea near the lighthouse at Ver-sur-Mer on the French coast. The real hero at that time, according to this new autobiography, was not Byrd, as might be inferred by anyone reading the Admiral's accounts, but in reality Bernt Balchen...
...Admiral Byrd has been lecturing twice a day and breaking all records," said Mr. Pond portentously, "but he would have to lecture for years and years to make a million dollars. That's a lot of money...
...debonair Col. Fitzmaurice and his rescuer, sturdy Bernt Balchen, nearly bursting out of a tight dinner jacket. There were beauteous Ruth Elder Camp, mop-headed Amelia Earhart Putnam, and the recluse Lindbergh; Armand Loti of the Yellow Bird who came from France to be present that night; Rear Admiral Byrd, Frank Courtney, Harry Connor. (Brock & Schlee, too, would have been there had they not been forced down flying from Detroit to Manhattan.) They were assembled not to be honored, but to honor belatedly Dr. James Henry ("Doc") Kimball of the New York office of the U. S. Weather Bureau...
...dream-Byrd whispered it to me before the tumult had subsided on his return from Paris; I've heard it from each of you, and yesterday Lindbergh and I toyed with it-a crossing at 25,000 feet; far above an unfriendly ocean; at 300 miles an hour; no fog, no ice. and a glorious sky overhead-well, not yet, but we hope, soon!" The flyers who lauded Dr. Kimball were well aware that his service to them was no simple business of glancing at the sky, reading a barometer and delivering a glib verdict of "go" or "stay...