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HEROES: Lindbergh

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Height: 6 ft. 2 inches.

Age: 25.

Eyes: Blue.

Cheeks: Pink.

Hair: Sandy.

Feet: Large. When he arrived at the Embassy in France no shoes big enough were handy.

Habits: Smokes not; drinks not. Does not gamble. Eats a thoroughgoing breakfast. Prefers light luncheon and dinner when permitted. Avoids rich dishes. Likes sweets.

Calligraphy: From examination of his handwriting Dr. Camille Streletski, Secretary of the French Graphological Society, concluded: Superiority, intellectualism, cerebration, idealism, even mysticism.

Characteristics: Modesty, taciturnity, diffidence (women make him blush), singleness of purpose, courage, occasional curtness, phlegm. Elinor Glyn avers he lacks “It.”

Last week rumor rose that for next summer a direct flight to China was proposed for the first of flyers. An accomplished and reliable Chinese gentleman, also an aviator, sponsored the rumor. Skeptics pointed out that such a spectacular bid for Chinese good will was among the more remote problems of immediate statecraft. Hard-headed U. S. men, soft-hearted U. S. women grumblingly asked when the dangerous far-flung flights of Col. Lindbergh would cease.

To date he has flown to France; Belgium; England; Mexico; Canada in the interests (his) of aviation progress and the interests (governmental) of international good will. In his own writings last week he pointed out the risks of flying over lonely Central American mountains. Remarked dissenters: “How much more lonely are the wastes of the Pacific; jungles below the Equator; tropic waterways of the East over which he must fly if his portfolio of Ambassador of Good Will is permanent.” Grumblers wondered if interest accruing to the national welfare by his flights is worth the calamitous crash of principal which would accompany his death. Col. Lindbergh is the most cherished citizen since Theodore Roosevelt. Thought they: “He is worth keeping.” One way to keep him is to keep him on the ground.

Others argued savagely that Lindbergh must fly for his life in the public eye; heroes age swiftly when seated at office desks; argued that by his very nature he must fly.

Unconscious of these wrangles over the national coffee cups, Col. Lindbergh tended to business. He climbed into The Spirit of St. Louis at Mexico City; nosed upward; set off for Guatemala, British Honduras, Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama.

In Detroit a school teacher put by her pointer and her students’ papers. Mrs. Evangeline Lodge Lindbergh dressed herself warmly and was swept southward by the propeller windstorm of a sturdy trimotored Ford monoplane. One night she spent in St. Louis. The next day as her famed offspring in Mexico City was piloting on his first flight President Plutarco Elias Calles, the monoplane sprang to Tulsa, Okla. The third sunset found her in Brownsville, Texas. Next day up from the crowded field at Mexico City rose Col. Lindbergh in The Spirit of St. Louis. Swallowed in the clouds he missed the monoplane which he had flown to meet. Shouts from the field of “Vivi Senora Leenbaire” as Mrs. Lindbergh stepped out of the Ford plane. She met her wandering boy an hour later at the American Embassy.

En route Mrs. Lindbergh was loquacious. Previously laconic regarding the achievements of her amazing child she expressed herself to the press thus:

“He has always been my boy. I have always loved him, been proud of him and thought he was the world’s greatest.”

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