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Ohio 1919


The Pearl of Hoy[?] How-A Dazzling Narrative of Orie[?]

T WAS certainly a glorious New Year's day in Hong Kong, the beautiful island off "Fragrant Waters." Not January the first - o, no, not that at all, for that is, o the happy Celestial, merely the ignorant European's distortion of the sacred calendar of antiquity - but February the fourteenth, the glorious day fixed by the silver moon, the radiant queen of the starry heavens, and not by the glaring sun of the noonday. And how wonderfully she accommodates herself to the Oriental's inherent dislike of a hard and fixed regularity! She never dates if alike on any two following years, but like the unveiling of her smiling face - her waxing and her waning with the changing months - she draws the curtain forward and backward as the seasons come and go and so gives to all her children the fascinating charm of variety. Indeed, the cold, calm, business-like way in which the western man celebrates the dawning of the year has led them, in the various ports of China, to imagine that Dec. 25, and not Jan. [?] is the real changing of the calendar. "Yang Jen go men, (the [?] man is passing the year), is [?] on every side at Christmas, [?] little rice paper cards which [?] everywhere with the words [?] -chin you Melly Klismas," [?] universally supposed to be the [?] greetings.
[?] and all the other [?] streets were a blaze of [?]. Red banners and [?] in the air, beautiful [?] of fantastic [?] out from every available [?] while the constant din [?] without vied [?] men to be harmonious."
Just what interesting part Colonel and Mrs. Witherspoon played in the events of the following weeks belongs to a later portion of our story.
The Peninsular and Oriental steamer "Bombay" was making her regular schedule eastward and all her passengers had gone ashore to spend the night at the Colombo hotel. This not only made a very pleasant break in the monotony of the long sea journey, but also enabled them to escape the noise, confusion and dust of the steamer's coaling.
The afternoon had been spent in driving about in native carries, visiting the fascinating jewelry shops and watching the jugglers and fakirs on the hotel verandas. Borabjee Sam, who kept one of the finest arrays of sapphires, rubies and pearls on the island, was of course on hand with his wares, as he always was on the arrival of every mail steamer, and did the  usual travelers. He was particularly attentive on this evening, to a lady and gentleman from the U.S.A., who had paid him from the compliment of looking over his show cases  and purchasing a few moderate priced stones. He was very anxious that they should grant him a private interview in their apartment, where he might show them some of his especial treasurer, without exposing them to the vulgar gaze of the other guests. His request being finally granted, he produced from the [innards?] of his capacious robe a [number?] of leather and velvet jewel case [?] and opening them, laid 


in vaudeville by acrobatics. At Kelly field, Tex., in the aviation service, he made it renown by being the first to jump from an airplane in the air. He quit vaudeville a month ago to embark in submarine work, as a diver for the body of Hazel Crance, victim in the Gayuga lake canoe tragedy of July 19. 
The Syracuse morgue is not equipped with a vacuum cleaner.



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"The greatest trip I ever had," was Mrs. E.F. Smith's description of her ride over Lorain yesterday with Buck Weaver in his airplane, distributing republican campaign literature.
Weaver and Mrs. Smith were in the air 20 minutes, went over the lake and circled over the city. Mrs. Smith had charge of the cards and pamphlets and at frequent intervals threw handfuls over the edge of the plane. Ten thousand cards were scattered over the city.
Attracted by the circling and maneuvering of the airplane residents of the city gathered in groups on the ground below watching the machine which rarely lifted itself more than 500 feet in the air. So close was it to the earth that the occupants could be easily seen. Children and many grown people scrambled for the cards as they fluttered to the earth.

Aviator Has Three Narrow Escapes In Flight Over City

Pilot Buck Weaver from the Ohio Aviation school, Woodruff field, who bombed[?] the city Sunday afternoon with a message from the air to reelect Mayor Horn, had three narrow escapes from death during the flight.
"I was flying over the river," said Weaver, and reached down in the bottom of the ship for a handful of the bills. When I looked up again I was headed directly for one of the high tension poles which carries the wires across the viaduct.
"I swerved my plane to keep from hitting the pole and narrowly scooted over the top of the wires."
The next time Weaver experienced a close call was when he looked up and found the waterworks smoke stack directly in his path. The plane barely missed it Weaver said.
"The third escape," said the pilot, "was over the city football field.["] "When we swooped down over the players I saw two of them collide in the center of the field. They had been watching me and I was watching them. As a result the ship barely missed the goal posts at the east end of the field.


Buck Weaver, the Lorain aviator and aeroplane builder, is making ever effort to complete a plane that he may fly over Lorain with the next few days to drop tickets [for?] the Elks' minstrel show. Weaver hopes to have a plane completed in time to do his stunt. If he is successful he will encircle the city and do some aerial acrobatics while dropping the pasteboards at various points throughout the city. Weaver is an enthusiastic member of the Elks. 
The seat sale for the show will open tonight at 7 o'clock at the Opera House.
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