Transport: Whisenhunt’s Woes

Mr. J. D. Whisenhunt, a funeral parlor proprietor of Anadarko, Okla., was Hard Luck Harry of the whole U. S. last week—and its most indefatigable airplane rider. Mr. Whisenhunt received a telegram saying that his wife was near death in a Kansas City hospital. Leaving a daughter seriously ill with whooping cough, he flew to Kansas City, found his wife better. He received a message that his daughter was worse. He flew back. Alighting from his plane at Oklahoma City he sprained an ankle. He limped to a phone, learned that his daughter was rallying, his wife slipping. So Mr. Whisenhunt flew back to Kansas City. There Mr. Whisenhunt himself developed, in quick succession, a toothache, ptomaine poisoning, blood-poisoning. At week’s end wife and daughter were out of bed, Mr. Whisenhunt was in.