This is the story of a 74-year-old grandmother and a Boston bulldog, when both went flying.

Grandma was forced into her first pair of slacks. She liked the flying and is in the market for a pair of slacks. Which only goes to prove that you can teach an old kitten new tricks.

Peggy Trout, 18, is a cute little gal from Pontiac, Mich. She is a pilot. Her grandmother is Mrs. Wilson Trout, who lives south of Rochester in the contagious area of the Rochester airport.

Last Sunday morning, a hungry crew of airmen, girl friends and "better-halves" were planning an early-morning flight to Fort Wayne for breakfast. Among those who wished to go were Peggy's grandma, Mrs. Trout and Don Shanafelt's Boston bulldog, "Buster."

Shanafelt took the bulldog and Peggy took grandma. The problem of what to wear didn't bother "Buster," but grandma's ethics were compromised when Peggy waved a pair of slacks and said: "Get into them."

Mrs. Trout, a real sport in spite of her 74 years young, crawled into the slacks and a J-3 Piper Cub. With Peggy at the controls, they took off for Fort Wayne at seven Sunday morning. With Peggy at the controls, they took off for Fort Wayne at seven Sunday morning.

The flight was pleasant, the breakfast good. Grandma Trout had the time of her life, now wants to buy a pair of slacks. The bulldog, "Buster," wouldn't comment.

Peggy says her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Murrel Trout, of Pontiac, are coming to Rochester over the weekend. If Peggy can work it, Mr. Trout will return in the family car alone. Peggy, Mother and grandmother, will fly back to Pontiac.

Among the pilots who flew from Rochester on the breakfast flight in the wee-hours Sunday, were Robert Hill, Zane Fletcher, Burdette Walton, Harrison Crabill, Peggy Trout, Robert Sixbey, Seymour Elin, George Jenkins and Helen House Outcelt, all of Rochester, Howard Dillingham, Don Shanafelt, Carl Metheny from Bourbon, Raymond Pontius from Athens, Loren Cunningham, Harold Leasure, from Kewanna; passengers just along for the ride were Mrs. Cunningham, Mrs. Pontius, Mrs. Hill, Mrs. Trout, Mrs. Crabill, Diane Elin, daughter of Seymour Elin, Mrs. Jenkins, Mrs. Shanafelt and "Buster".

Inspectors convention
If you want to see a bunch of pilots, nervous as cats on a hot griddle, catch a glimpse of an airport when the C.A.A. inspector is present. Boy! Inspectors Weirbruch and Jackson appear at Municipal airport this week on their regular monthly check-up. That wasn't so bad, but in mid-morning a whole darn plane full of inspectors from Washington dropped in to add to the fun.

I never saw such nice clean patterns flown, so many 90 degree turns, in taxiing. Flying that day came right out of the book with all the "i's" dotted!

Old-timers at the game, who don't mind sticking their heads in the lion's mouth, Paul Lowman, from Smith Field and Wayne Outcelt from Rochester, flew in for a conference with the inspectors.

Now, personally, I like these fellows (they get a copy of the column), but when I can fly where they aren't, I'm happier and my certificate is safer.

Scheduled Picnic
Flying Farmers, don't forget your basket-dinner picnic this Sunday at Turkey Run state park. Land at Port-o-Woods near Bloomingdale, Ind. Transportation to and from Turkey Run will be furnished. This is the last scheduled Flying Farmer picnic of the season. Going?

Airmail
Dear Sirs: Please renew our Times. Thanks for getting write-up as near correct as possible at such a time. thanks again, Chick and Dorothy Herendeen. The best wishes of Sky Writing and all its friends are with chick and Bud Summers, now recovering from an accident in Indianapolis hospitals. Get well, quick, boys, there's a vacancy on the runways here.

Warsaw Daily Times Fri. Oct. 17, 1947