Intriguing is this bit of poetic prophecy. Published in 1833, written nearly a hundred years before the advent of the airplane. Young Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote the words in Locksley Hall. Compare his vision with the news reports of modern England! For I dipt into the future Saw the heavens fill with commerce Heard the heavens fill with shouting Do you suppose people at that time thought Tennyson as a little "touched"? Was he now? |
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Wabash river valley to the south of us is perpetually haunted by early morning fogs. Nearly upset fun of the Aero club last Sunday. Planned was an early morning breakfast at former Bunker Hill naval base. Several local flights were called off, but quite a number went later. Gene Beigh flew Moyne Andrews and Kenneth Linn. Bob Orcutt and George Hauck, got to Mentone, Turned back. Bill Ettinger went on to Wabash, picked up flying girl friend, "Jeannie", met the crowd at Bunker Hill. Present when the toast was served were Jack Doswell, Carl Bibler, Max Weirick, Jay Shue, Tay Hess, Don Snyder, Paul Burgess, John Stookey, Howard and Jack Peterson, Louie Shellhammer, Carl Weirick, Stan Smith, Cal Warner Jr., Frank Hartsock, Curt Broughton, Stan Arnolt and "Wacky Jr." Fog or no fog, they dood it! Clothier "Bud" Case and his pal flying photographer Jack Mowrey, both have private licenses now--with Jack beating Bud to the draw, but a couple of weeks. Carl Bibler can now take his friends riding, too. Secured his private ticket. On the way, is that big genial policeman with the gruff voice and the warm heart, "Mush" Warner. Navy veteran Warner is currently flying days, policing nights at Winona. Chalmers "Domie" Dome, learning to fly. You'd maybe be surprised to know the cold, north Atlantic has been flown 91,000 times since "Lindy's" epoch-making flight? There are 81,000 civil aircraft registered in the United States, with 2,269 planes in Indiana. More than 14,000,000 passengers were safely carried in commercial air lines in the United States last year. Waited 26 years to come home for a visit. Then came from California in five hours, fifty-five minutes. Many of you will recall Theresa Blubaugh formerly of this vicinity. Now Mrs. Harold French, she lives in California. Last week, deciding to come home and visit cousin, Miss Eba Elder, Mrs. French boarded a new DC-6 air liner at 8:25 a. m. on the west coast, landed in Chicago at 2:30 that afternoon. Among the 54 passengers, the most highly pleased were the ladies. Each was presented with a gorgeous orchid upon landing. Fresh, had been flown in from Honolulu the night before. Time has more meaning and distance shrinks when you fly. Ralph Bloxham, one-time Warsaw school boy, erstwhile resident of Etna Green, used to fly passengers in an old crate in the early twenties. Years ago, Ralph tried to start an airplane manufacturing company. Charley Hay, of Warsaw, reports talking to Bloxham at the mast county fair held on streets in Warsaw. He was then in the research department of Ford Motor Company, Detroit. I'm still wondering if he ever built any airplanes? Warsaw Daily Times Wed. Aug 20, 1947 |