Word: umstead
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Heard that the Armed Services Committee had agreed on a bill to coordinate and unify the direction of the armed forces. The bill carefully stipulated that the services were not to be merged. ¶ Chuckled over North Carolina's William Umstead, who suggested an old English test for D.C. drivers charged with drunken driving: "Not drunk is he who from the floor...
with human nature, accept the situation. Many military planes have ash trays in them. But as for crack Test Pilot Stanley Umstead, if Reader Epstein had scrutinized his picture closely (see cut], she might have seen that his cigar has no ash on it. Umstead smokes a good deal, but often sticks an unlighted cigar in his mouth and simply gnaws...
Last week, while the wind whipped in briskly from the Pacific, she did what her makers knew she could do. Major Stanley Umstead, the Air Corps's crack, cigar-chewing test pilot, climbed aboard; his crew of six trailed after him. Stanley Umstead started the four engines from left to right, kicking up a great williwaw of dust as he turned them up. He wheeled the Gargantuan bomber down the field, swung her into the wind, gave her the coal. Rolling hugely down the runway, she picked up her skirts slowly. But she was off, wobbling...
Fifty-six circling minutes later, Stanley Umstead set B-19 down at her new home, March Field, 70 miles away. He walked away from her with his cigar frayed, his eyes narrowed in a grin. He had made a tentative takeoff, a bouncy landing. Said he, chewing his cigar: "I could take her up any time now and have the feel better." He will have plenty of chances. For B19, so big that a telephone had to be rigged for communication from cockpit to wheels while her brakes were being adjusted, is an experimental job. Too slow (200 miles-plus...
...rolled out, finally tied down not far from 28th Street, where Santa Monicans eyed her with wonder. Over and through her swarmed mechanics, checking her once again. Around and through her walked her pilots, headed by the Army Air Corps's crack, cigar-chewing Major Stanley Umstead. For the B19, six years ago no more than a gleam in the eye of far-seeing Air Corpsmen, was ready to fly; within three weeks Stanley Umstead expected to take her upstairs for her first run, after he had finished the ground acquaintance begun two weeks before...