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Offering a first prize of $200,000, a second of $100,000, three others of $33,000, the Aero Club of France last week announced plans for a round-the-world air race in 1937 similar to last year's England-Australia contest (TIME, Oct. 29). Start. ing and finishing in Paris in connection with the Paris Fine Arts Exposition, the race will be open to flyers of all nations, will follow in general the route taken by Wiley Post in his 1933 globe-circling record of 15.600 miles in seven days...
...Lockheed Vega also called Winnie Mae. In that ship Post quickly got national attention by winning the 1930 Bendix Trophy Race, scooting from Los Angeles to Chicago non-stop in 9 hr. 9 min. With laconic Australian Harold Gatty as navigator, Wiley Post made his first round-the-world flight in 1931 in 8 days 15 hr. 51 min. Two years later, embittered over his failure to get rich, he took off on his second round-the-world flight-alone, without even a parachute or life-raft. Seven days 18 hr. 49 1/2 min. later he was back...
...curio dealers have come to know a U. S. citizen with white hair and glittering spectacles who approaches them smiling politely, holds his finger tips close together and cries over & over "Chiisai! Chiisai! Small! Small!" It is Jules Charbneau of Mount Clemens, Mich, on one of his round-the-world trips searching for minuscule knickknacks. Many collections of little things, from the elder J. P. Morgan's miniatures to Queen Mary's doll house, are better known and of greater artistic worth, but none is larger than the Jules Charbneau collection of whatnots which now numbers over...
Hard-bitten Round-the-World Flyer Clyde Pangborn fired tracer bullets into a pile of Solene, which looks like greasy brown sugar. The flaming missiles snuffed out. Big Mr. Prussin then thrust a burning torch within three (inches of the pile. The stuff did not catch fire until he touched the torch to it, and then only reluctantly, like a stick of damp wood...
Slight, handsome Dave Merwin, 35, was something of a wild man, a jolly drinker, an able cartoonist, at Harvard. After college and a round-the-world trip, with tiger-hunting in Indo-China, he quieted down, succeeded his ailing uncle as publisher of the Pantagraph. A licensed transport pilot, he flies about in his orange-colored airplane called Scoop, loves to whisk his small son & daughter 100 miles or so for an ice cream soda. To the Cowles team. Publisher Merwin takes financial wizardry and a profound knowledge of all newspaper mechanical operations which both brothers lack...