Judge — March 1935 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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The Trail of °35 “TT’S THE American Airlines,” said Miss Hunter, placing her hand over the ear part of the phone instead of the mouthpiece, “and they want to know if you'd like to go to California.” “Tell them I'd rather go to Florida,” I said. “Why, last Sunday’s roto section showed Patty and Connie and Helen Morgan and—” “I'll do no such thing,” snipped Miss Hunter. “They’re inaugurating a transcontinental southern route, the first of its kind in the country, with sleeper planes and speeches by senators, and Stonewall Jackson's great- granddaughter is going to break a bottle of champagne and. “Then ask them,” I said, “what kind of champagne and find out if the g anddaughter is named Laxton— Anne Laxton of Knoxville, Tenn., and Russ Patterson's studio.” The answers were Clicquot 1923 and yes; time I arrived at the Newark airport. so in spank Everything was There was talk of her hitting the bottle with the plane. ready, including the speeches which had al- ready begun and were con- tributing mightily to the 50-mile-per-hour gale that was whipping zero cold up around our ears. There were more celebrities than you could shake Alexan- der Woollcott at. General O’Ryan, the father of the airport, Newark’s Mayor Meyer Ellenstein, who likes to be introduced as the Jewish Abraham Lin- coln, and a lot of etceteras. Then out came the be- ribboned pop bottle. The cameramen bent over their boxes. La Laxton rolled up her sleeves, wound up and wham! verybody closed their eyes and braced for the impact but it was a dud. Laxton had missed. She missed the next three times (the wind was that bad) and there was talk of her hitting the bottle with the plane when, all of a sudden, the wind shifted and bang went the fizz! Where- upon everybody cheered, the cameras clicked and we climbed into the plane, a shiny new Douglas. HE motors roared and before I knew it we were upstairs (boy, am I air- minded) and skimming the clouds. It was like a sunny day on an ice pond and I felt like climbing out and skipping around on the fluffy tableland below. But before I could make up my mind to we were swoop- ing back toward earth and the golden dome of the Capitol at Washington was rising up to meet us. Cagily we avoided landing in the Senate and getting lost in committee. And in 90 minutes flat from Newark we were snugged on the Washington air terminal landing field. Here there were more ceremonies, celebrities and speeches. Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Roosevelt had their pictures taken with Senator Morris Shephard, Senator Tom Connolly, the right wing of the plane and the tip of my left ear. Then we were back in the Douglas fight- ing the speechmakers’ ground wind and (Page 26, please) comicbooks.com