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Inside Indianapolis By Ed Sovola

CERTAIN facts about pills are as hard to

swallow as some pills. s

With the aid of John McKee, head of the pill department of Pitman-Moore Co., swallowing be(John, everything you said about Had an opportunity to

comes easier, the gray pills was true. try a couple yesterday morn-

ing.) Mr. McKee, a graduate chemical engineer of the cow-

cow college in Lafayette, has been making and supervising pills for nigh on to 20 years. What he doesn't know about pills hé makes up. 1 can say that hecause he's a good pill. It's practically impossible to talk to John about-apything but pills, which is all right, because that's the main reason I wandered into his weh.

pill man ought not look like a heer baron. "dead

JOHN'S PRIDE and joy is a wall pill case that opens like a hook and on each leaf are rows , of vials containing pills of every size, color, shape

you care to mention.

Pills, except on rare occasions,

guy has aches and pains.

Gazing at the ponderous rack of pills, T asked John what would happen if a man took one of each. John said he would never have a need for

another pill.

Pills don’t grow on doctors’ hall trees. Actually, the orange-colored pill you're taking for your gall bladder is the result of a lot of thought and mechanical know-how, You can ask a lot of questions about that pill. Why is 4t orange? What holds it together? Why is it oval? Who shines

it so pretty? “wp

THE COLOR may he for appearance only. Tt often is a means of identification for dispensary

workers and doctors,

Starch-paste or acacia-mucilage holds a tablet together so it can be handled. Ooops, you sav. What makes it fall apart in the stomach? Dry starch fs the agent in charge of the disintegra-

tion process.

Due to the unpleasant taste of some medicin-

His intense interest simply belies his robust build and appearance, A

are moderately interesting to me. Like John said. there are more pills on the market than the ordinary

2 “A Good Pill Tells . Him About Pills

ally active ingredients, which every tablet is supposed to contajn, it-is coated. The pill you took yesterday may have had more coats than your tongue. ; oodcd THE COATED pills have a sub-coat, a "sugar coat” (Clear syrup), and the colored syrup coat. They are applied one layer at a time and the last operation under John McKee's nose is the waxing. The layer of wax enhances the appearance, Yes, all that in a pill, As any good pill-maker wil] tell you a most important phase of the business is control. You don't. make pills as you would make fudge in your kitchen, Proportions have to he an the nose. What goes in, what comes out must he known to a thousandth of a fraction of an ounce, Ingredients intended to ease the liver can’t he mixed in with another batch desgined to make a hangnail curl up and go away. For example, say Jahn gets an order sheet from the Control, Department for two million pills, One thousand pounds of ingredients are re quired to make that many, Eachspill must have a quarter grain of caffein, two grains of nitroglycerin, one-half grain of something else, The proportions when dumped into a hopper by hundreds of pounds have to be pretty well mixed.

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PILLS are stamped out on punch-press type machines, John has several that punch out half a million a day. Ingredients in pills have to flow freely, mix well, and once compressed into pills, hold the shape of the die. So, the stuff is mixed, dried, granulated into free flowing granules. Powder will pack. Large chunks won't compress accurately in small dies. John loves to talk ahout his problems and especially about the solutions.

In a room where the atmosphere is. controlled,

rigidly, machines wham out pills by the million. -

If they are to he coated, the pills are loaded into huge pans tilted on an angle. The pans revolve and the pills tumble around until the three coats are applied. The wax polish is applied in the same way in pans lined with eanvas. John has nothing to do with the inspection, packing, distribution. In fact. he has little tn do with consumption. That's where we come in. Works out rather well that way.

It Happened Last Night Here's « Good Title

By Earl Wilson

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NEW YORK, May 5 We understand Gov. Dewey’s writing a book called “My 8 Years Out

of the White House.” $ SHELLEY WINTERS,

50's last night to see isas “Don Juan in Hell” and Se to have supper at 21. “How do you like marriage?” we asked the new “Shelley Gassman.” She answered: “It's mi-

raculous! Married 26 hours and haven't had one fight!” \ ae, SR

BIG STEEL moguls nicknamed President Truman: “Little Seizer.” > @

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Miss Winters &

WILLIAM MORRIS JR. is stepping out of the presidency of the. William Morris Agency, the famous talent-hooking office founded by his father, to devote himself to artistic and cultural pursuits. Treasurer-Gen, Mgr. Abe Lastfogel will

be named ts the top post eventually. a

ALMOST EVERY night, Ceil Chapmai, the celebrated dress designer, says to her husband, Tom Rogers, “You know, dear, I haven't a thing

to wear.” * » &

WHAT YOUR PARENTS name you decides vour occupation, says Hit Comic Phil Foster at the Riviera: “Bennett—a book publisher; Bennie

—a bookmaker.” >. *

A B'WAY STAR who's had bad luck with the It was

voice was hooed at a recent performance. sad to hear. ho 0

WE DOUBT if Greer Garson has the knack to Her husband Buddy Fogelson has 5 bulls ready to market but Greer won't let them go, claiming that they're too pretty to sell. (That's

be a farmer.

a lotta bull.) oD db

TV STAR Jerry Lester continues to get $3000 though nbt Darcel’'s new love, begins a custody scrap for his son in Reno . « Madame Lupescu’'s expected in June

a wk. (or is it $4000) from NBC working . .. Bill Plowe, Denise

Tuesday . for treatments hy a Park Ave, specialist.

Marlon Brando, arriving from Europe, went

Americana By Robert C. Ruark

EL PASO, Tex., May 5—Tom Lea is a man I

would like to be.

For 20-odd years he haz heen a very fine For. all his years he has lived in this “area, because he likes the sunset on the town

painter.

and he likes to look at mountains. When he was in a war he painted what he saw, and he painted it extremely well. He was what is called a *‘successful” artist, in that he was good enough at his.trade to make a living. out of it. Mr. Lea is a sandy fellow _ like you or me. He cusses and { he likes to drink a little nourishing whisky when the sun goes down, and he is a touch § bowlegged in his modified cow= boy clothes.

Mr. Ruark

He has a son at least eight feet tall, a real pretty wife, and a nondescript dog and a spanking new home on the foot of the mountain here. He is also satisfied; he doesn’t want to live any-

where else. a

Mr. Lea is an honest man, and a rare man, and a happy man, because he knows exactly He wants to paint what he sees and thinks. He is contemptuous of massive money for money's sake. He realizes its necessity and he makes enough of it to enable him

what he wants,

to satisfy his curiosity about everything.

In his middle years Tom Lea quit painting momentarily to write a book about God and man and life and death and fear and bravery. It was actually a book about bullfighting, called ‘The

Brave Bulls.”

It was not really a book about bullfighting, put: more a book about war and the ability of man to match the threat of danger with his own personal courage. Mr. Lea knows about courage. He was frightened stiff through most of his ex-

periences in the war.’ > © %

MR. LEA WAS only a professional painter, as I said, but what he put into “Brave Bulls” would make the average accomplished writer hate him forever, He did not know the medium of writing, but he had been looking at the important simplicities of life with an acute eye for a long

time. He painted his words.

The worth of what he wrote was so startlingly jear that it was recognized as a best-seller an a sufficiently shocked by unbuy it and make a movie

even Hollywood was contrived honesty to

of it. mostly have been

that.good. © The ability

hard te come by these days.

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the bride. and bridegroom Vittorio Gassman left their hotel in the

hero-worshipped authors before, and J Ane he disappointed when 1 net _ them. I am now severely angered at Mr. a, - no living man has a right to print that good, write that good, talk that good, and be

to see life clearly, stripped of its contrivances, is a mighty Jrosious Shing, ane things he is not greedy, and he is Eardsning yume to be just plain set on which are

For Gov. Dewey's Book

right to the Village Vanguard to see old friend Wally Cox... Betty Hutton says she definitely nixed an extension at the Palace but may play the Palladium in London... Today's Daily Double: Peggy Ann Garner and Producer Lioyd Nilson, “6b OLIVIA DE HAVILLAND'S son Benjamin, 29 months old. was drawing a picture, and finally announced that the subject was God. “But darling,” protested Mother, knows what God looks like." “They will now,” said the child.

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JANE FROMAN opened very big at Bill Miller's Riviera, but her pilot hushand, Capt. John Burn, couldn't be present, as he's in Miami for the plane crash investigation. Jane was confident, lovely, in great voice, and introduced a new pianist, Bart Farber, of Cincinnati. Her return was touching and in a way, quite wonderful. ; wl dp THE MIDNIGHT EARL ... Marilyn Monroe will visit Niagara Falls soon—and pose in a harrel, we het .., Bonita Granville (Mrs. Jack Wrather) is expecting again . . . A flustered news announcer told his audience: “Arthur Murray has just called a steel strike.” 4% o ” WISH I'D SAID THAT: “Women who have nothing to wear usually go on television”—Jimmy Nelson. Joe Howard Sr. Joe Jr, and John Lamont busted records in Montreal . . . Johnnie Ray, at the Downbeat with his friend, pretty Marilyn Morrison (cafe boss Charlie's ‘dghtr.) said he's buying his parents an Oregon farm. * * TODAY'S DAFFYNITION: “Nice Dish—a gal who can always get some guy to wash 'em"”—Jack Carter. © Ted Green, the TV columnist, iz in Beth-el Hospital . . . We'd have loved that new gal singer Annette Warren (at the St. Regis Maisonette) even if she weren't from Ohio ... She dubbed for Ava Gardner. &: EARL'S PEARLS . . , Patti Page says that if some of those live TV shows are alive, she's not looking for any dead ones, Billy Reed reports that a Hollywood boss ordered 50 lashes for a starlet, They were sent right over by the beauty parlor... That's Earl, brother.

“no one

Texan a Success As Artist. Cusser

he wrote his first book it was in direct reaction to his experiences in war, and came out of an assignment to paint cattle. * <* <* HE HAS SPENT three years on his second book which he calls “The Wonderful Country,” and which, after reading the first five paragraphs, makes me hungry for autumn, when it will be released. % He has again done the illustrations for it simple, honest little capsulings of quality ‘that might be the reaction of a child to the country he loves if it were not for the technical skill involved. There is nothing glib in Tom Lea, in his art, his writing, his life..This being the television age, the public relations age, a lack of glibness is a wondrous thing to behold. 1 truly believe Tom cares not whether school keeps so long ar he has a firm hold on the few basic verities which make man a touch noblef than the beast. If a tough Texan can be star-eyed, that's Tom, with a child's enthusiam for what he thinks is good. In my time I have lunched with Somerset Maugham, dined with Winston Churchill, and I count Joe DiMaggio and Bernard Baruch as friends. But I never spent three hetter hours with a man who is a man as a man should be than Mr. Thomas lea. I wish I were Mr. Thomas Lea, because then I would be the richest man in the world. .

Dishing the Dirt By Marguerite Smith

Q—I would like to know what kind of seed is best for a small vegetable gardefi. I want to raise lettuce, radishes, cucumbers, green and wax beans. Mrs. A. A. Moore, 7152 Fitch Ave. A—In our own garden we like Oakleaf lettuce —flavor-is good and it stands heat well before bolting to seed. Great Lakes is still our choice for head lettuce, The new Cherry Belle radish is one of the best though a good gardening friend tells me the round white radish is best of all. You'll want to plant some icicle radishes for early summer use, too. You'll need rich soil well

Read Marguerite Smith's Garden Column

in The Sunday Times

supplied with potash to raise really goed radishes. In beans just be sure to choose round. podded rather than flat podded types, Tender-green is our favorite green bean. For yellow beans we aren't too choosy so long as it's a round pod. (They don’t demand. picking the minute they're big as the flat pods do.) We've raised hybrid cucumbers for years now and they're unsurpassed for productivity and flavor. ‘As you garden, experiment with small plantings of new varieties each year. It's the sign of an old hand in the

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‘Mr. X' Goes to Moscow—

Kennan Denies

By GEORGE W. HERALD _ HE KEYS to Spasso House, a former millionaire's mansion in Moscow, are once again in the pocket .of George Frost Kennan, a 48-year-old native of Milwaukee. «He first held these keys in 1933 when the U. 8. gov-

ernment instructed the budding voung diplomat to open.up the quarters it had purchased for ite new embassy. Mr. Kennan was third secretary to William C, Bullitt, our first ambassador to Soviet Russia, In Mr. Kennan's memory, those far-away days had a touch of romance, He likes to recall how he and his young wife lived for three months in a single room in Moscow's Hotel National. While she cooked potatoes on a small gas stove behind a screen, he sat on the sofa and haggled with Soviet bureaucrats over the price of office furniture, He didn’t know, then, that he would be back 19 years later as his. country's ambassador, under conditions as critical as they are today. But there he is, wiser, sadder and richer in his experience with Soviet officials. Will he be the first master of Spasso House to succeed in his diplomatic mission? Some of Mr. Kennan's admirers believe he has what it takes to, make peace with the Kremin single-handed. They claim that his return to Moscow was timed to coincide with the period of greatest tension.

“George will be worth a dozen divisions,” one of his military friends declared enthusiastically. “If the Reds are not yet sufficient. ly impressed by NATO'S size, his presence in Moscow can make up the difference. All he has to do is to dissuade the Politburo from making any foolish moves this summer. After that, we shall: be over ‘the hump, and peace will be assured for a long time.” ” ~ »

MR. KENNAN heartily -disagrees with every point in this statement. He hatesto be taken for .a miracle man, who can pull a bear out of a high hat after everyone else has failed. He scoffs at the idea that any western diplomat couid ‘“‘dissuade” Russia's leaders from their course of action. On the other hand, he doesn’t believe they are ready to launch World War III in the near future. Nor does he expect them to change their stubborn atti-

‘Which Way's Ireland?’ ‘Lindy’ rs Ago

Asked That 25 Yea

By WADE JONES Times Special Writer NEW YORK, May 5—A balding, graying man in his fifties, he lives quietly now, almost forgotten, in

the little town of Darien, Conn. with his wife and five children, But he nurses as vivid a set of memories as ever A man was cursed or blessed with. Twenty-five years ago this month he came out of the West with a big hope and a small airplane, and sald he planned to fly the Atlantic Ocean, nonstop from New York to Paris. It had never heen done before. But he did it, His name was Charles Augustus Lindbergh. The lanky, curly-haired youngster of 25, already with the familiar crinkle-cornered eyes of the flyer, turned up at Curtiss Field, Long ‘Island, on May 12, 1927, with a silvernosed monoplane he called the Spirit of St. Louis. Airplanes had just reached the point of development where a transatlantic flight was believed barely possible, The Frenchmen Nungesser and Coli had gone down at sea only that week in an attempt. Death and

crack-ups had ended other ventures. .

» ” ~ AT LEAST two planes were all set to take off from New York when Lindbergh learned, on the night of May 19, that the storms over the Atlantic were breaking up. The rest of the night he spent in hurried preparation. No sleep. With five sandwiches and five quarts of water, Mr. Lindbergh climbed into his plane at 7:40 the next morning. At 7:51 the plane, its single Wright Whirlwind engine developing only 200 horsepower, began trundling slowly and heavily down the muddy landing strip. It was loaded to the. limit

“tude as soon as the west can

talk from strength again In his opinion, they might make a few concessions as a matter of expediency but they won't agree to a general settlement. As their regime is dynamic by nature, he explains, it simply couldn't survive in a static world divided into two big spheres of influence,

Rather Mr. Kennan foresees a tedious struggle of wits with Stalin and his successors. He “sees it as a kind of marathon chess game that may last 10, 15 or 20 years until either player. drops from exhaustion or both call it quits because conditions have changed and the game has becomé pointless, . This dismal prospect is the only one short of war the young statesman can offer at this time in the light of his #xperience with the Soviet's masters. He frankly believes that Stalin's Old Guard iz made up of neurotics who had “some specifie-and particularly painful problems of adjustment at ®iven stages in their development.” This, he says. “led them to a great misestimation of the worldMin which they live and to a tragic failure to understand that progress. .can. never he made on-the basis of hostility but only on thé principle of live and let live.” Instead, these men stubbornly continue to cling to the dogma fhat capitalism is doomed and is preparing another war “to save itself.” Mr. Kennan sees no easy way to talk them out of these false notions. - ” ~

YET, A MAN can dream, and Mr. Kennan wouldn't he human if, deep in his heart, he didn't nurse some hopes, As Russia's old leaders fade away and die, their successors will necessarily be picked from the team of younger men now acting as their mouthpieces, Mr. Kennan has personally known many of these second stringers for the past 19 years, and their careers have run virtually parallel to his own. He respects and even likes some of them, much as a reporter may

“MONDAY, MAY 5, 1952

Times

PAGE. 13

By GEORGE W. HERALD

An article signed only with an X appeared “in the magazine FOREIGN AFFAIRS in 1047, It was nothing less than a blueprint of profor ‘containing’ RusThe author of that piece, somewhat embarrassed, was identified as George Frost Kennan, a career diplomat. Hig blue-print was

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AT HOME—"Mr. X" and his family in their Princeton, N. J., home, just before he sailed for his new post in Moscow. Left to right: Mrs. George Kennan with son, Tommy, age 2; daughter

Joan; the Ambassador, his daughter, Grace.

respect and like a colleague working for a rival paper. He is aware that these younger men didn't have the same insecure youth as their mentors. They were never active revolutionaries, never robbed a bank, never had to hide under false names. They had to compete for their jobs against hundreds of other candidates and were selected because of their outstanding talents — not unlike honor students: in American universities, When such figures as Jacob Malik or Andrei Gromyko

FAMOUS PHOTO—This picture of Charles A. Lindbergh—

the "Lone Eagle'—was made at Curtis Field, Long Island, just

befor® he took off on his historic flight 25 years ago.

with fuel. No engine of that horsepower had ever lifted such a heavy load. The big job was the take-off, now under way. Already three contenders— Fonck, Davis, and Wooster— had failed to get off the ground. » ” ~ MANY in the crowd at Curtiss Feld that May 20 morning sincerely doubted that young Lindbergh would ever make it, Slowly, slowly the plane gained speed. It passed the point where the pilot could still stop it without cracking up. Pilots in the crowd twisted and turned, trying. hopefully to get the plane off the ground with their own body English. “Get the tail up, get the tail up,” they urged, half aloud, Finally the tail did come up, then the wheels lifted ever so slightly. Over a tractor by a 10-foot margin, over telephone wires by a scant 20 feet. But she was off and flying. = = No SOME 12 HOURS later the Spirit of 8t. Louis, a tiny speck in the sky, was sighted on course and on schedule over Newfoundland.

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clouds which meant big wind, Some time in the lonesome darkness that night, the lone flier ate a sandwich, the only one he had during the entire. trip. Late the next day he sighted some specks to, the south and far below. Fishing boats. He circled low over one and velled, “Which way’s Ireland?” The astonished fisherman in the boat just looked, speechless.

” . : BUT FISHING BOATS meant land not far away, and in a few hours Mr, Lindbergh spotted the southern.tip of Ireland. Over Ireland, England, and the Channel. At the French coast he picked up the beacon lights of the Landon-Paris airway. They guided him ‘in to Paris’ Le Bourget airfield, where his wheels touched down 33%; hours after they'd lifted from Curtiss Field. A crowd of 100,000 wildly cheering Frenchmen greeted him at the airport. They hauled him bodily from his plane and passed him along overhead hand-to-hand, rolling and twisting. It was one half-hour be-

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carry out instructions from Moscow at the United Nations table, they may behave like robots, but Mr. Kennan knows that behind the frozen facade hide human beings who haven't forgotten how to think.

It is this second Boviet gen- .

eration on which the new ambassador pins his hopes. Not that he doubts for a second their full allegiance to the Red regime; if anything, they will probably be even tougher than the “old guard” when they come to power,

Paris After Dark—

Broadway to Paris At 266 Per Hour

By WARD MOREHOUSE PARIS, May 5—I got into a cab at 4 p. m. at the

Hotel Plaza in New York, told the driver “Idlewild,” and 16 hours later, by use of the flying machine, I was in another cab, smaller and faster and wilder, riding along

‘the shining Champs Elysees, en route to the Hotel George V, 3760 miles from Fifth Ave. This is my first stop on a 22,000-mile globe - cirtling course that will take me: across feas, straits, bays, deserts, a gulf or two and arfother ocean before returning to the States via San Francisco. You ‘are allowed 88 pounds of baggage on such a haul and you

Mr. Morehouse

can insure yourself up to $50,000, which costs $40. I took the limit.

Inclusive of a side trip from the giant city of Calcutta to Darjeeling, lying to the north in the Himalayan snow country, I shall be gone from Broadway for about fdur weeks, and. perhaps” we'll both be all the better for it. I'm told that it's in Darjeeling, for at least two

. days in every year, you can see

the sunlight upon Mt. Everest, the tallest thing yet found in this world.

"Montauk Point

ANYWAY, let's take this global hop from its beginnings .» . My New York cab driver got to Idlewild Airport without distress — it's a $4.60-on-the-clock ride from Fifth Ave. and 50th--and at 5:55 p.m. I was in seat 62 aboard the doubledecked, four-motored stratoClipper, Flying Cloud, of Pan American World-Airways, The propellers were spinning a few minutes later and at 6:17 the Clipper, with Capt. Leon (Red) Emerson in command, was off the runway. ) The towers of Manhattan notched the western sky, looming grayly in the distance. The Clipper circled, gained altitude, leveled off at 15,000 feet, and was off on the four-hour run to Gander, the international crossroads airport hewn out of the Newfoundland wilderness.

Here's Gander THE CLIPPER'S dinner, featuring filet prepared by Maxim's of Paris, had been served when

«the lights of Yarmouth, Nova

Scotia, were winking wanly in the blackness, On ahead lay Halifax and Sydney, Cape Breton Island and the Cabot Halifax; some of the plan:

soop adopted as official U. 8. policy. Today. : “Mr: X" is our new ambassador to Russia. Here is the factual story of thls unusual statecsman-philosopher, knuwledze may hinge the peace of the world. This is the firat of five chapters, George W. Herald, is an American newsman and’ foreign correspondent, cussions with Mr. Kennan and has observed his career, here and abroad, for many years.

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on whose skill and

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He had long dis-

Yet at the same time they may turn out ito be greater realists, more inclined to safeguard the true ‘interests of their country than hang on to dogmas which ignore the facts. of 1ifé. Therefore Mr. Kennan will cultivate these younger men and try to restore some sort of personal contact with them—the most difficult thing to achieve in Moscow and one in which his predecessors never had any luck. NEXT: Will They

Listen to Him? 3

checking tickets, visas, health certificates, having been given injections against cholera, tye

.__phoid, smatlpox and paratys

phoid. : » At exactly 10:15 p. m., the fasten-seat-belts sign flashed on and just as the stewardess from Copenhagen was saying: “When you get to Beirut try a crepes suzette at the Hotel Bristol. They're wonderful.” . . . The wheels of the Flying Cloud touched concrete, the

we were soon motionless beside Gander's hulking administra tion building. Forty-five minutes later Flight No. 116-was in the air again and we'd started the 8l3-hour run o~cross the Atlantic to Paris, following the - Great Circle course on a curve ing line eastward, a little to the south, and at 19.900 feet.

Lush Farmlands I'M A sleeping-pill man when I'm aloft, took two before climbing into Upper 186, and the next thing I knew thers was bright sunlight at the. cabin_ “Windows, ‘the Clippers passengers were de i farm breakfast of juice, rolls, eggs and Canadian bacon, | the crisp voice of Capt. son came over the 1 “The Brest Peninsula is belo We're flying at 17,000. feel We're estimating. Paris in an hour.” . fd 5a “Later, 30 minutes or so frei the capital of France, the Fiying Cloud began its gradu descent. The lush pattern of the farmlands of the republic:

squares and rectangles In brown, daffodil-yellow [ jungle-green —

was visibly through the haze. . yO The captain's voice cg through again: “We are n completing the run miles from New York. We had an average speed ‘of 4 miles an hour, an average alti tude of 17,000 feet, we've been in the air 12 hours and 30 minutes; we've used 4700 gallons of gas, which weighed 28,750 pounds. . . . I thank you.” > ' The Clipper, its motors hums ming softly circled; the win