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Show A WEBO(GIEIR BEVERLY HILLS. I made a fast trip in an aeroplane the other day. That is 205 miles an hour in a commercial plane, regular passenger run. But it made me think of trips I had made in almost al-most the same type of plane. A fast one with the legs pulled up, that I used to make trips in. That was the famous plane owned by Hal (maby it was the starting of technocracy) tech-nocracy) but anyhow they just took off. The Andes to Jimmy was just a high hedge fence, and he took it in stride. Well they then went on up the coast of Brazil to Rio Janerio. Now I made that trip around and on up. the east coast of South America from Rio Janerio, clear up to Cuba and Miami, but it must be done in a sea plane or amphibian. Theirs being a land plane solely, they had to come back by the West Coast like they had gone down, so, Chili figured they had em, because they had to come back through there, but they figured without Captain Dickinson. Dick-inson. He looked on the map and saw that right straight west of them was Peru, but about three thousand miles away. Well he finds one landing land-ing field away out in there just north of Paraguay, at a place called Caram-bauy, Caram-bauy, which had only been approached ap-proached from the south and not from where he was. So Roach said, "Let her go Jimmy!" And he did. Roach says it was the greatest flight he ever saw, and those American pilots on the regular regu-lar runs down there say it was a masterpiece of navigating, and judgment, so he hit the Pacific Ocean north of Chili, and saved some outlandish fine. If you dropped down in those jungles jun-gles there was no hitch hiking to town. They after wards got It Koach the movie producer that makes you laugh in the theatre after af-ter some of our long pictures have either made you cry or cuss. But making this last trip my thoughts naturally went to Captain Jimmy Dickinson, and its of him that I want to talk about. One of the finest pilots, one of the finest men that it has ever been my fortune for-tune to meet and know. He was in that same plane of Mr Roaches, piloting Mr Edmund Loew, son of Marcus Loew of the great Loew circuit of movie theatres. thea-tres. He and a friend were making a tour of the world to see their various vari-ous theatres. They had shipped the plane to Australia, then flew all over Australia, then flew it all the way from there to China, then from China across India, Messopotamia, Persia, to Cario, then the whole length of Africa, and were on their way back and into Europe, then home. So you see they were on the very home stretch. Bad field, and the engine stalled on the take off. Up only a little ways, no chance, crash, other two safe. He went. Why, none of us know. Judged by every moral and manly man-ly standard that anyone who knew him could judge him, fate dident give him a square deal. But maby fate dont run those things. Maby somebody sees somebody they need and they just reach out and get em. Well if our Supreme Being needed a real man, He used splendid splen-did judgement in His selection. straightened up with Chili. It was all a miss-understanding. miss-understanding. But that trip of Jimmys was no that, was a real fact. Just before he started start-ed on this last trip he come up to my house to talk about a long hop of about 'd ' i''Vf(TO VICTORIA 1 Mi nine thousand miles that I had just made a few months before, from Singapore India to Cairo Egypt. There is just one line across there like a western trail for the early 49'ers. Owing to the various difficulties there was no way of getting the body home for burial, so one of America's finest men, member of that new and adventurous calling, lies buried with the great Victoria Falls as his headstone. The next long trip I make is going to be that trip from Europe to Capetown, the whole length of Africa, and I am going to those Falls, but not to see the Falls. 1932, McN aught Syndicate, Inc. Mrs Roach and her friends who are not aviation enthusiasts at all, but would go to Siberia with Captain Cap-tain Dickinson. He is the only pilot that I know of that ever fooled a nation. Roach and Loew flew to Santiago Chili with him in four or five days, some marcilious time, to fly the Andes the next morning to Buenos Aires. They left earlier than they had expected. Well its a military field, and they dident properly prop-erly check out, or some technicality, |