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[and additional instructions given officials to clarify matters regarding which they were not certain.]

Sidelights On Glider Meet

Interest on South Mountain, late Wednesday afternoon, centered in the Haller-Hawk soaring ship from Pittsburgh. The crowd was ready to go home when the Smoky City men arrived and despite the burning sun everyone waited to see the $1,600 glider take off. In outline and design it reminds one of the ship Wolf Hirth brought here last year, the silk inset wings being the same. This is not surprising for Mr. Hirth worked with A. C. Haller, the Pittsburgh aviator, in perfecting the plans for the plane.
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And wasn't the airport guest surprised when he returned to his auto, found the fender nicely rolled into a ball, and saw a note hanging on the door advising him to call a certain number. "Great cats," he exclaimed, "are these glider pilots so hungry for excitement they are chasing cars about the field." Later he was advised a glider meet official had backed into his car and wished to pay the damages.
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[[line]]"Like father, like son" seems to [[line]] hold good in the case of "Buck" Weaver, jr., offspring of the founder of the Waco Airplane Company who is attending the glider meet with his pretty young mother, Mrs. R. S. Barnaby. He was seated in a friend's car when the reporter approached to speak to Mrs. Barnaby. Quite naturally the subject of discussion was aviation and when mother was a bit uncertain about some fact or didn't immediately recall a name, "Buck" supplied the [[line]] information without hesitation. [[line]]
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Pilot A. C. Haller of Pittsburgh tells this one: While on a soaring trip in his sailplane he was forced down on a farm just outside of his home city. The farmer's wife and her son came out to see the plane and looked at each other questioningly when Mr. Haller explained that the shp did not need an engine to fly long distances. The woman never took her eyes from the place as it was taken apart and loaded on the trailer. As the pilot said good-bye, Mrs. Farmer smiled and remarked: "I don't know exactly how you outsmarted me, but you hid that airplane engine in your car somewhere."
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W. Hawley Bowlus, veteran pilot, believes in the Golden Rule. After assisting Mrs. Russel Holderman, one of his students, to take off South Mountain, he went about assisting other pilots to get going. The sun was blistering hot, work was exhausting, but Hawley didn't leave the field until he had aided every pilot in starting his flight to the airport.
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Jacob S. Fassett, 3rd, is the very soul of courtesy. He was driving down the hill on his way to the airport when he met three young women toiling upward in the heat. Turning his car about he offered them the use of the running board and in less than nothing flat had them parked in the shade of the trees at the edge of the field, in a position to enjoy the gliding demonstrations. Then he started toward his original destination. "Jake," as the Providence men call him, 
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is the grandson of the late J. Sloat Fassett of Elmira.
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Visiting pilots are growing in favor in Elmira by reason of their willingness to answer questions. Even when putting gliders together they do not hesitate to stop work to explain some detail in which a spectator is interested and when the detail is explained the spectator is made to understand the matter thoroughly. Wednesday, while Arthur B. Schultz of the A. B. C. Glider Club, Detroit, was endeavoring to stick a wing on a ship a visitor asked the reason for a certain hole he had discovered. Mr. Schultz wiped his fevered brow, left the bothersome wing to its fate and demonstrated the manner in which an instrument was fitted into that particular hole and the purpose of the instrument when thus placed.
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Norman E. Weiberg, Elmira, one of Albert S. Hastings' students, showed the veterans a trick or two. When some of the older men barely succeeded in reaching the airport after a South Mountain takeoff, Mr. Weiberg soared between the hills until he became tired and then started homeward. "He knows his thermal currents," declared Franklin K. Iszard, with a touch of pride, for they are fellow members of the Arnot Glider and Soarng Club.
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The pretty college girl in the blue silk dress didn't mean to fib to her escort, but she simply couldn't help it. Her eyes rested upon one of the handsome visiting pilots and when her escort said, "Look at that glider across the valley," she answered, "Isn't it beautiful"-but she was looking at the nearby birdman all the time.
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Malcolm J. Wilson, manager of the Association of Commerce, has become a confirmed glider fan. The reporter found him at the airport and left him there to visit South Mountain. At the top of the mountain was Mr. Wilson. Later the reporter stopped at the airport-and there was Mr. Wilson. Still later the reporter called glider headquarters and heard Mr. Wlson asking if he was needed for anything. Probably he returned to the airport but the scribe was too weary to find out.
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New York newspapers, in common with those of other cities, are now publishing pictures taken at the opening of the Second Annual National Glider and Soaring Contest, Sunday. It makes one feel Elmira is very much on the national map.
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That Sherman P. Voorhees knows his gliders was demonstrated Wednesday afternoon shortly before 6 o'clock, and that night at 10:15 o'clock when he discussed Elmira's contest on two different national radio hookups. His voice came into this city from New York as clear as a bell and it was interesting to think that radio fans in Chicago, Seattle, San Francisco, Miami, as well as in a thousand cities and towns were probably saying: "some chap by the name of Voorhees is telling about the big glider meet in Elmira, N. Y."

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Top section in brackets is from an article next to the main one that was copied accidently Paragraph beginning "Like father.." has lines hand marked in the corners and some of the text is underlined telling me this was important to the collector