Almost everyone likes to read someone else's mail --with permission, of course. So today I'm going to let you read some of mine. for one thing, I'm delighted to find that there is an up and coming group of model airplane pilots in Our Town. And to me, a young man or an old man, couldn't have a better hobby. Maybe it's the answer to "how to fly and keep both feet on the ground."

In any event, you may be surprised to learn that some of these diminutive planes travel at speeds well in excess of 100 m.p.h. as their juvenile owners control them with steel cables from the ground.

Now for the mail: From A. S. "Sherry" West comes a letter which is going to open an entire new field of reporting for Sky Writing.

"Dear Bill,
After reading your column this evening, as I always do, I would like to say we saw you while you were cavorting around and enjoyed the loops, wing-overs, snap-rolls and everything. But, did you see us?

"I mean our little club, the Screamin' Demons Aero Club, Warsaw, Indiana. Did you know our gang has been giving the crowds a thrill and chill and crack-ups every Sunday afternoon down at the ball diamond near Center lake? Since the formation of our Screamin' Demons Club, we've been flying control-line planes each Sunday afternoon, and if you were to print this, lots of people who enjoy reading your column would also chuckle again at remembering some of our antics. We've had quite an audience each time we meet. I got interested when my kid had me help him build a couple of planes; then the bug bit me! Now, I whack out a plane or so a week, crack it up on Sunday, then burn the midnight oil getting another ready for next Sunday. Incidentally, we welcome new members and aspiring young pilots could contact Ted Dock, our club president. (Ted lives at 947 East Fort Wayne street). Of course, the weather is against us now, but we'll be out there again this Sunday and the next and next if we can keep our motors screamin'. Here's our invitation to watch us. See Gordon Blauser's jet plane in action; Jack Berlin's tiny job; Izzy Carnegis's stunt plane; Ted Dock's beautifully colored Fireball; Leonard Bibler's Glo-bug; Jimmie West's flying wing; Lard Reid's Glo-bug; and Eric from Kalamazoo, who moved to Our Town a short time ago, and a couple of others I can't name for lack of memory at this time. It's a swell hobby and, well a line to other parents --whenever I wonder where Jimmie might be, I just looked out to our little shop on the back of our lot, and there he is! I have no juvenile problem with him, and I guess my wife doesn't have much to worry about either, because, confidentially, I'm usually out there, too!

"Let's hear from you other young would-be pilots who can't fly the big jobs, but can do just the same exciting and adventurous things from the ground as we fellows do!

Thanks again, Bill,
Sincerely,
A. S. West."

Now aren't you glad you helped read my mail? I think there should be more letters like that from parents. More than that, there should be more father and son hobbies of that kind. Flying model planes combines ingenuity and craftsmanship with skill and adventure. Surely to teach a young man to use his hands, his mind, exercise his co-ordinating ability, and give him an outlet for youthful emotions, is truly a worthwhile endeavor.

Thanks for your letter, Sherry. You may be sure that both Sky Writing in the Times and Union and "Flights of Fancy" over WRSW will back your Screamin' Demons to the limit.

And there is a fine and thrilling free show for all you folks each Sunday afternoon at the pugball diamond in the Center Lake city park. You'll get a real thrill out of watching these tiny, but flashy aircraft cut their speedy capers in the air. And it's a shame to report this: But crack-ups do occur. In fact, Mr. West, of the above letter, is busy this week building Jimmie a new plane. for last week, Mr. West cut a dido with Jimmie's ship, which wrecked it. Isn't that just like a father?

Warsaw Times Union Tues. Nov. 30, 1948