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THAT TRIP IN THE AIRPLANE It Was a Very Mixed Event with Plenty of Atomsphere. ----------- And it wuz up in the air, I wuz,.... About fifteen hundred high, Without a sound but the motor buzz, And the wind a-rushin' by. ----------- Last Thursday afternoon about 6 o'clock the editor of this paper had a pronounced attack of aerial fever and literally go "off the earth" for a short time. After seeing several high-flyers galavanting around through ethereal realms and listening to the seductive tones of "Buck" Weaver, of the Ohio Aviation School at Avon Lake, making biplane flights at the fair, we decided that if the fates had anything against a country editor we would give them a chance to vent their sleep in our direction. Seated in the plane with "Buck" at the stick, we slewed our busy propeller through the air above the farms west of the fair grounds, and with a feeling of delightful exhileration began climbing our way upward without visible means of support. Air may support a campaign orator, but not a country editor. Then, just as the feeling of exaltation was giving way to that of superiority over things and people mundane came the suggestion that it wouldn't do to get too uppish, because, it might be necessary to have those small people down under us, call an ambulance to take us to someone who knew how to put us together. Then in a mighty curve the plane swung around above the fair grounds and town, always climbing. The race track looked about the size of a horseshoe, the grandstand like a toy house, autos like ants, the Big Four tracks like a telegraph wire, the reservoir lie a pail of water, the stand-pipe like program pencil, and the town of Wellington still looked smaller than Cleveland. When the plane was high enough, "Buck" proceeded to put her through some airy antics and since we were strapped in, we went along. Right here, let it be written; going through stunts in an airplane is an occupation for an honest man with a clear conscience. If you've been stealing chickens, or borrowing your neighbor's vegetables, auto, monkey wrench, horses, hay, grain, cows [[Second column]] for after a five hundred feet drop, you cannot tell whether you're going or coming; but probably you're almost there. Then there's that thing called a "loop". Probably it's called a loop, because it's a continuous performance. Anyhow, you don't know it when it happens. You may feel upset, but that may be because your conscience is awake or your digestion isn't working properly. From the ground you may have an impression that the person in the plane is standing on his head; but far from it. He's making a valiant effort to keep from going through the bottom of the plane, and wondering if the pilot is showing him a good time, or just giving him an atmospheric jazz. All you know is that the plane is doing something strenuous, and you're making a strenuous effort not to be done. You have a "I-will-and-I-won't" feeling and then it's all over and you're riding right side up with your hair on end, your hands gripping the sides; and you are filled with mingled feelings of joy and sadness, if that's a nice way to describe air-sickness. Maybe the pilot will turn her around on one wing, just to show you the country you've been over, and let her gyrate like a corkscrew before he spits on his hands and throws her into an Immelman turn. This particular kind of torture may have been invented to break through the reserve of hardened criminal, and it ought to be added to the machinations of the "third degree." Any man that can go through this particular twist and not reak his silence, must either be gagged, paralyzed or innocent. This turn was invented to dodge an enemy plane coming head on; but take it from us - between being smashed instantly and tied in a knot with somebody pulling the knot with somebody pulling the knot tighter, give us the former. For, by the time you get out of the knot tighter, give us the former. For, by the time you get out of the knot, you're practically dead, as your conscience becomes stalled from too rapid action. Yes, there's that "tail spin." Say you'll make more resolutions without reservations than happened on any New Year's eve in your history. Take one tail spin annually and you'll be a better member of society. It's great for graft, cures profiteering, makes you forget the high cost of living, and puts you in a reverent attitude of mind. Don't forget the "whip stall." That's a mighty polite name to call it. In Texas, or Oberlin or Elyria it might be spoken of in warmer language; but one chooses his with care when he speaks of it - having endured an attack of it. After it's over you feel like a cross between [[?]] tremens, chlori- [[?]] paregoric. It's great. [[?]] any other sensations [[?]] the name of stunts; [[?]] "barrel roll." As a [[?]] it beats the Eng- [[?]] a hurricane, and [[?]] as ugly as mince pie. [[?]] get over hay fever, [[?]] -in-law's visit, re- [[?]] your garage bill, and [[?]] system, try a barrel --------------------------------- FLY Take that ride you have talked of Fly at the corner of Maple St. and Hawkins Rd. Buck Weaver or Charlie Meyers will give you any stunt, or straight flying A limited number of students will be enrolled. --------------------------------- Relatives Here as They Pass Through to Camp Grant ------- Two train loads of joyous fighting men from overseas jumped from a Wabash train today in the North Western railroad yards. California and Kedzie avenues, and were surrounded by 500 wives, mothers, fathers, sweethearts en route to Camp Grant and demobilization and homefolks. More than 900 Chicago men of the selective service contingent which was sent from this city to Waco, Texas, and went with the Seventh regular army division, were among the shouting Yanks who tumbled from the train on the soil of good old Chi and hurrahed for joy at being back to civilization once more. Little Grace Haake, 6 months old, waited with her mamma for daddy, Corporal R.P. Haake, and joined with grand father and grandmother. Mr. and Mrs. George Haake, in welcoming the returning solder. The Fifty-fifth infantry auxiliary was waiting with good things to eat in charge of President Mrs. Helen A. Brannoch. Her brother, Sergt. Neal Coffey, company E, came. Everybody seemed to have a gift package for a doughboy, and Camp Grant will be like a picnic grounds after the Fourth of July. After a few hours the troops started for, Camp Grant to await demobilization. ------- Nabs 3 Bandits. --------------------------- County's Latest [[?]] Bold "Bad men" [[image]] Deputy Clerk A.J. Richards C.W. Brown Sheriff N.D. Backus [[?]] of the the air" to his [[?]] to help make Lorain [[?]] ever for life, lib- [[?]] pursuits of law and [[?]]. [[?]] to the Lo- [[?]] saw teo [[?]] and [[?]] [[Second Column]] official badges of their office upon the two aviators, a mighty chorus of cheers went up for "the first county cops of the air." That wasn't the only good reason for the cheers, however. For the strictly up-to-date police service isn't Fred Moore, manager of the Ohio Aviation school, stop 73 Lake Shore electric railway, offered the services [[?]] flyers free to the county. And [[?]] accepted. [[?]] you weren't warned,[[?]] ------------------------------------------------ [[?]] Cash ------- But after the stunts and the plane straightens out on level wings, you begin to cheer up and look around at the scenery. And in a few seconds you forget the thrills of the stunts, and are gripped by the beauty of the panorama stretched out in all directions. From your exalted position nature is revealed to you in a new and striking way. There is no clashing of colors. The harmony of the greens in the under and foreground blend and fade into the blues of the cerulean distance without a jar. It is a scene that you will never forget nor will you regret the inconvenience of getting to see it after you have once been there. --------------------------- [[?]] Total Little Over $3,000 ------- [[?]] quota for the Salvation [[?]] has been increased by [[?]] over $2,000 as a result of [[?]] work Tuesday. The [[?]] of money received both in [[?]] in pledges totals $3,401.75. [[?]] will be kept busy until [[?]] day of the drive and if [[?]] to subscribe its quota of [[?]] the people will have to give [[?]] than they have in the [[?]] days. [[?]] who were missed in the [[?]] to house campaign Sunday [[?]] visited by the solictors Thursday in their hope to raise the alloted amount of the city. Thursday will be cleanup day and the districts already covered will be gone over again by the solicitors to reach those who were not at home Sunday. Pilot Buck Weaver was busy today flying over Lorain distributing advertisements for the photoplay "The Blue Bonnet" being shown at the Opera House for the last time today. A percentage of all tickets sold for the play goes to the Salvation Army fund. Boy scouts have been busy selling tickets for the play. Buck Weaver donated his services to the drive. A big a feature of the drive will be a vaudeville show to be staged Monday by theatrical workers and stage empleyees at the Broadway theatre. All proceeds of this show will go to the benefit of the drive. Friday the ladies of the city will conduct a doughnut day and Saturday's work will be featured by tag day, staged by young women of the city. Another big feature of the drive will be the Elks big boxing show to be held at the Opera House Tuesday. It is the hope of the Elks to pack the house for its good bill, and all proceeds will go to the fund. -------- Petty Robberies
