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...with engines idling 600 mi. off -Cape Breton one morning last week. Passengers lined the rail, crowded about a roped enclosure on the sundeck to watch a sturdy monoplane mounted on a sort of sled and turntable between the two smokestacks. Pilot Joachim Blankenburg waved a signal from the cockpit, a seaman on deck threw a lever and the sled shot to the edge of the deck, flinging the seaplane out over the water at 80 m. p. h. The plane rose rapidly, circled the Euro pa in salute, vanished into the west with mail...
...Doolittle made his plane roar through the still clear air above the Mojave Desert. He paused at Albuquerque, again at Kansas City, zoomed above more nickering towns, fields and villages, landed in a splash of mud at Cleveland. There were thunderstorms between Cleveland and Newark. He crouched in his cockpit while the rain scarred the edges of the wings. When he landed his tiny secretly built Laird biplane in Newark, 11 hr. 16 min. and 10 sec. after his first take-off Major Doolittle had broken the transcontinental record made by Captain Frank Monroe Hawks a year...
...Calshot, England, where British speed pilots were preparing for the Schneider Cup races against Italy and France on Sept. 12, a young lieutenant last week climbed into the cockpit of the Supermarine S-6, which won the Schneider Cup two years ago. He was Lieut. Gerald Lewis Brinton. 26, youngest member of the British Schneider Cup team. It was his first flight...
...published an article in the Atlantic Monthly on student government at Kent School while he was a student there. His first novel was Confusion published in his Sophomore year at Harvard. Saturday Evening Post, Pictorial Review, Woman's Home Companion buy his short stories. Other books: Michael Scarlett, Cockpit, Son of Perdition. Last year S.S. San Pedro appeared in Scribner's Magazine, has been selected as one of two books by the Book-of-the-Month Club for September...
Tough Mr-Mollison. A Gipsy-Moth biplane plunked sloppily down upon the gravel beach at Pevensey Bay, England, tipped up on end, flopped back on its haunches and rested. Out of the cockpit crawled a haggard Scotsman, one James A. Mollison, 25, to respond fully to the questions of an excited little crowd. Eight days and 21 hrs. prior he had left Australia, 10,000 mi. away. Every day he had forced his small plane along to the limit of his own endurance, sleeping an average of two hours each night. Night before he had taken off from Rome into...