National Geographic : 1949 Jul
Skyway Below the Clouds To, SFAIL To CL£,ANIurWIDSfiI & REASE TAIL WHIEL fo1r GAS PurchAse FREE Despite the Sign, He Greased the Tail Wheel and Forgot the Windshield! When the flyers pointed to the bug-spotted screen, Johnnie Cleveland (page 99), manager of the East Jackson, Mississippi, Airport, instantly offered a refund. He laughed when they admitted that they had bought no gas, and insisted upon having the tanks "topped off" without charge. Mr. Andrews laughed and asked how many bites we had had during the evening. Aston ished, we realized that neither of us had felt a mosquito. The entire lake area is free of the pests, Mr. Andrews explained, because of control measures used by the Grand River Dam Authority, which built and operates the dam. We were awakened early Saturday morning by a plane arriving at the field. It was the first of several that arrived before noon, bring ing Tulsa and Oklahoma City businessmen pilots to join their families for the week end. More were coming in as we took off and headed back to the East again. A series of newly installed air markings provided such positive check points that we were able to relax and enjoy the scenery as we flew over the Ozarks in Missouri.* The steady dah-dit of the radio beam com ing over the cabin loud-speaker was suddenly interrupted by a series of sharp dits, which indicated a special broadcast. Switching over to earphones, we heard Springfield Radio report a big thunderstorm east of the city, moving westward toward us. We reached Springfield ahead of the storm, and I went to the Weather Bureau to check on the chances of proceeding. The forecaster did everything she could, but it was hopeless, and we headed for town after getting 692 into a hangar. Late on a "Breakfast Flight" During the height of the storm, Dr. Robert Smith, head of a group of local flyers, tele phoned to invite us to join the club on a "breakfast flight" the next morning. We ac cepted when he assured us that he had made special arrangements with the Weather Bureau for good flying weather. * See, in the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE: "Land of a Million Smiles," May, 1943, and "Arkansas Rolls Up Its Sleeves," September, 1946, both by Frederick Simpich.