Judge — December 15, 1928 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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i otros Béiter, Norman Anthooy Flying Too Fast ue Assistant Seeretary of the Navy issues a I warnin, ainst over-expansion of the aviation industry. But financial safety is less important than safety to life and limb, and indeed depends upon it. With the first snow-storms comes the news of the crashing of air mail pilots who cannot sce their way. Such accidents do great harm to the progress of aviation. Deaths of stunt fliers, distressing as they are, have been discounted. But the public has been taught to believe that flying as the air m: do it can be as safe and as routinized as transport service. Now we are beginni uncasy hunch that our aviation, I carriers any other z to get an ufter long ing behind that of Europe, is being developed too There are 320 flying schools, and not all of them are good ones. Applications for licenses as pilots have tripled in a year. In a little more than two years the number of planes owned by civilians | increased from 00 to 8,500. o country estate is complete without its private landing field. muting by plane is becoming a fad, likely to be pra tised by men who have no business to be flying. There are 386 municipal airports, and within six months practically every large city and many of the medium-sized cities will be connected by But beacons for night flying light up only miles, or one-half of the established airways, and nine-tenths of the civil flying is over other routes. In the laboratorics and shops much sound work is being done. Dr. E. F. W. Alexanderson has made experiments in depth sounding by means of radio echoes, which may tell the aviator just how high he is bove the ground or the trees, and so help him to nd safely in fog or snow. Dr. J. D. Tear has new magnetic compass, much lighter than arth inductor compass, for holding a plane on its course. In such instruments, in improvements of design such as the slotted wing, and in the more gen- eral lighting of airways and landing fields, lies the hope that the sober labors of the engineer may offset the ill-considered hustle of the promoter and the recklessness of the devil-may-care pilot. ast. Com- air routes, pout 6,000, [ocx*e back on a kaleidoscopic football season, we can still see one picture of rare comedy. It was that of President Angell, of Yale, saying to his students, “We have been taught this fall that the tore, Richard J, Walsh, Phil Rosa, Jack Shuttleworth JUDGE = Ses Dramatic Editor, George Jean Nathan Harvard eleven is composed of heavy, rude fellows perhaps not interested in the higher things of lif And beside Prexy stands Tad Jones, once the pray- ing captain, looking down upon rows of empty seats in what was to have been a mass meeting, and roar- ing out that the lads who should have occupied those seats “will all be in the bowl next Saturday, and all will have girls with them.” And three day's later Harvard beat Yale on the gridiron, while Yale beat Harvard, five to two, over the chess boards! Where now the traditions of Yale robustiousness and Harvard muliebrity | Be snickered with glee Court lost its vast patience lawyers to tear up their largiloquent briefs and come back with arguments “compact, logicall d, and free from burdensome, irrelevant and imma jal matter.” All of us have suffered our agonies under the impact of legal verbiage. Considering the av- erage age of the gentlemen on the supreme bench, it is a wonder that they have stood it as long as they have. And they have every right to let their choler rise, for their own rhetoric, particularly that of Justice Holmes, is usually crystal clear. As for the rest of us—well, * #8 « when the Supreme d told certain fine nimadversions on the lawyer's style come ill from the man who begins most of his letters with “Yours of the 7th ult. duly received and contents noted and in reply would beg to re- speetfully advise —" No. 2 hteen-year-old girl left home and went to a big city to work as a stenographer. Her father wrote and insisted that she come home and live with him and her step-mother. One morning, a few days later, her dead body was found outside the door. In one hand was a pistol, in the other a note whic said only, “Dear Dad: You ordered me home, and here I am.” The most unhappy people of today are those who, s the strect-cleaner said in “White Wings,” are aught between two ages.” For these the time has passed when the parent's word was law, but the time has not quite arrived when youth can carve complete its own destiny. And the tyranny of the elders is, perhaps, no more cruel than the bitterness with which youth flings back the challenge. R.JILW. Elder Generation Notes. comicbooks.com