AN AIR RACE FINISH AND A CHALLENGE
All in all, Mr. Giddings expressed himself as more than pleased with
the drawings for the Sky-Bird II. At the end of the explanation, he
put the papers back in the envelope, and asked:
"Have you another set of these drawings in ink, Paul?"
"Yes, sir; this is a copied set; the original drawings from which we
will make our tracings and blue-prints are at home."
"You had better leave them there in a safe place, and work from your
blue-prints in the old exhibition building at the fair-grounds, being
careful to lock them up in your workbench every time you depart. I
think you boys have a valuable thing here, and it is to your interest
to keep others from knowing your plans or seeing the airplane until we
have full government protection in the shape of patent rights. I shall
turn this set of drawings over to a patent attorney in the city and ask
him to make application to the Patent Office in Washington without
delay."
The next morning all three boys, filled with new confidence and energy,
met at the fairgrounds as soon as they had had their breakfasts. Paul
carried two rolls of fresh blue-prints, which he and John had made
while their mother was preparing the meal. One of these sets he gave
to Bob to take home as his own special property, and the other one he
spread out on the workbench for consultation as their needs required.
Up to this time no effort had been made to keep children and curious
adults out of the grounds, but as their machine was now beginning to
take on real form, they determined to do this. On a piece of board,
Paul printed in large letters, "Private Grounds; Keep Out," and Bob
nailed this up on the outside of the high board fence at the entrance.
The gate itself they closed and barred on the inside.
"Guess that will be a sufficient hint to the grown-ups," said Bob with
a grin. "If the kids climb over, we'll fasten a red flag to the front
of our big hangar and paint 'Dynamite' in letters a yard long across
the front of the building."
"Yes, and if that doesn't keep them away we'll turn the hose on them,"
laughed John.
Then they fell to work on the new airplane, applying themselves like
beavers. All three boys had had the splendid benefits of manual
training when they were in the public schools, and knew how to handle
every machine they had set up. In addition to this, Paul and Bob were
first-class amateur machinists, as their courses of engineering in
Clark Polytechnic embraced the use of metal-working appliances of the
latest design, as well as wood-working machinery, and they could have
operated other machines had they needed them.
That evening the workers went back home tired but well satisfied with
their progress. The next day the shavings flew again, and by the
latter part of the week they had begun to assemble portions of the
fuselage, using a waterproof glue which had been especially prepared
for airplanes, and applying galvanized screws to withstand rust in damp
atmospheres.
As the days went by, the boys, like almost everybody in the country,
watched the newspapers eagerly for reports of the progress of the
contestants in the big Air Derby around the world. Only four of the
eleven aircraft to start had succeeded in getting across the
treacherous Atlantic, two of these being dirigible balloons, one a
flying-boat, and the other a Vickers-Vimy biplane. After landing on
European soil one of the lucky airships came to grief in Italy in
making a stop for fuel, but the driver had obtained an Italian Caproni
plane and was making his way eastward with all haste. The other
dirigible, commanded by Americans, had reached Teheran, Persia, where
gas-bag troubles had compelled her crew to continue by train. About
the same time the flying-boat, piloted by a Boston man, and the
biplane, in control of two Englishmen, had reached Yokohama, Japan,
within a few hours of each other. It was said that these contestants
would wait there for the first steamship going to San Francisco, as
they feared it would be impossible to fly across the great Pacific
stretch of almost five thousand miles. Upon reaching San Francisco
they planned to continue the journey to New York in airplanes furnished
by California aeronautical friends.
The newspapers shortly after this announced the sailing of the rival
parties at Yokohama. Storms and fog delayed the vessel. Finally she
arrived at the Golden Gate, and then came the mad race across the North
American continent in fresh airplanes. Near Cheyenne, Wyoming, the
American plane was forced to the ground by engine trouble, allowing her
competitor to get ahead several hours. This lead the American could
not overcome, and the race ended at 5:15 o'clock on the afternoon of
July 27th, with the English crew first and the American crew second.
Three days later the belated French crew, who had met with mishap in
Italy, came in, winning third prize.
The Ross brothers were at work in the hangar when Bob Giddings, who had
gone into town on his motorcycle after some more screws, came back
waving the copy of the _Daily Independent_ containing this last account.
"Cartier and his bunch have arrived," he cried, springing from his
machine. "Here it is on the first page. That accounts for all the
prize-winners, and the excitement is practically over. The others will
just lob in now--and they might as well." He tossed the paper to John.
"Here, read it, you fellows," he said. "You can quit on the Sky-Bird
long enough for that, I guess. I'll work while you lay off a few
minutes."
Bob rolled up his sleeves, and John and Paul spread out the newspaper
on the bench and interestedly read the article in question. As they
finished, and were turning around to resume work, Bob observed:
"Dad's got a rattling good editorial on this Air Derby, if I do say it.
Take a look at page 5 and see how he rips 'em up the back."
Shoulder to shoulder, the two brothers leaned over the bench and read
as follows:
"AROUND-THE-WORLD" RECORDS
The world has just witnessed the finish of another effort on the part
of mankind to circle the globe in record-breaking time. And once more
the newspapers of the universe, and the sporting chroniclers, are
registering a new record in this class of human endeavor. When, three
days ago, the English team, headed by Chester Hodge, dropped out of a
Curtis plane into Mineola Field, it was just 23 days, 6 hours and 15
minutes after the same crew had left that field in their Vickers-Vimy.
This beats the former record of 36 days and some odd hours, made in
1913 by John Henry Mears, by the substantial margin of approximately 12
days. It is a big gain--a startlingly short time for encompassing the
world as compared with the efforts of the past.
All of the three contesting crews to finish have broken Mears's record,
and deserve great credit for their praise-worthy performance. The
sponsors for this first great Air Derby around the world, the prominent
aero clubs of this country and the Eastern Hemisphere, also deserve
much praise for conceiving and promoting such a successful contest, and
in posting such magnificent prizes.
But, in the interests of other similar tours likely to follow, this
newspaper thinks it high time to declare itself opposed most vigorously
to two fundamental features governing the competition just closed.
First, why was this contest called by its promoters an "Air Derby"? In
our opinion, with rules allowing the use of other modes of travel as
well as aircraft, the title is a decided misnomer. It should have been
termed a "Go-As-You-Please Derby." Not a single one of these
contestants accomplished the girdle by airplane alone; every winner
took a steamship across the Pacific. Here's hoping that when another
'round-the-world contest is pulled off it will be tagged with a title
which fits.
Second, when a specific record trip around the world is promulgated, is
it scientifically correct to take a route which is approximately 30 per
cent shorter than the actual circumference of the universe on which we
live? In a foot race around a circular track judges do not let
sprinters pick out their own course and "cut across lots" whenever they
choose. Nor is it allowed in horse races, auto races, or any form of
sport where time records are registered on curving courses.
The _Daily Independent_ contends that beginning with Jules Verne's
mythical hero Phileas Fogg, who in the story negotiated the journey in
the improbable time of 80 days, back in 1872, every record-maker in the
flesh and blood has followed northerly routes averaging the 30th
parallel, thus traversing only about 16,000 miles of the world's actual
circumference of 24,899 miles; and these records have gone down as true
and complete accomplishments! But, because a wrongful practice, one
misrepresentative of its purpose, has been carried on for almost a
century, is it any reason for arguing that the process should continue
in this advanced and enlightened day?
We say NO! It is time for this practice of around-the-world humbug and
cheatery to stop right now. If it takes our fastest modern
globe-trotters a whole year to go around the world by a route equal to
or approximating the equatorial girth, then let it take them a year;
for the sake of our pride and all that is good and sincere let us do
our stunts on the square.
There are no records of an equatorial trip around the world. Who will
be the first to establish one? Let us run a pen through all these
short-cut records of the past, and turn a clean page for the entry of
the first real journey around the fat old world's belt.
As Paul finished the editorial his heart was beating very fast. He was
a true sportsman, and he realized the truth in the bold stand taken by
the _Daily Independent_. His brother John was no less favorably
affected by it.
"Bang me, if that isn't a good article!" said John enthusiastically.
"Mr. Giddings may get a lot of criticism for this from a certain class
of people, but he's taking the right course."
"He certainly is," approved Paul. "I had never thought of it before,
but he points the error out so clearly that almost anybody ought to
realize the need of a fairer route after reading his statements. Just
as he says, it's never too late to correct matters which have been
going wrong, no matter how long."
"I'd give anything I've got if I could be the first fellow to go around
the world's belt," declared John, his brown cheeks glowing with deeper
color at the thought; "I wouldn't care so much about beating these
other chaps in the matter of time, just so long as I made a fair trail."
"Oh, John, wouldn't that be a great trip!" cried Paul.
"Say, look at here," broke in Bob Giddings, who had been near enough to
overhear all of this conversation. His face was glowing, too, as he
turned toward the brothers. "When we get the Sky-Bird II done, why
couldn't the three of us pick out a new course around the globe in her?
If she's as good as we think she will be, we could travel over any kind
of land or water with her, and I think we could pick out islands in the
Pacific so that we could cross that and make the entire journey by air."
"I believe this old ship could do it all right," said John, full of
confidence and thrilled at the idea, as he stepped back and looked at
the partly-assembled fuselage with a loving eye. "But, Bob, a trip
like that would cost a lot of money just for gas, and you know Paul and
I could hardly afford it."
"I'm going to speak to dad about it, anyhow," decided Bob; "he has been
talking airplanes and world routes at home to mother and me for the
last three months, and maybe he will be interested enough to back us
up. He never stops at anything when he once sets his mind on it."
It was several days after this that Bob Giddings came to work with
another newspaper in his hands.
"Things seem to be coming our way as fast as they can," he said, with a
mysterious smile. "Take in what Mr. Wrenn, the editor of this paper,
says in this framed insert on the front page."
John and Paul did as directed. The article was prominently displayed,
and was to the effect that the _Clarion_ disagreed very strongly with
the attitude adopted by its contemporary, the _Daily Independent_, in
regard to around-the-world routes. It declared that it was physically
impossible by any mode of modern travel to follow a route along, or
even within twenty degrees of, the equatorial line, and said it was a
shame to assail the creditable records made in the past. In conclusion
it stated:
If our esteemed sheet, the _Daily Independent_, feels so cock-sure of
its position, why does it not do a little demonstrating? Why does it
not organize an expedition, and prove its claim? This is all bunk! We
are so sure of it, that we right now challenge our misguided friend to
run us a race around the world on a course of his own selection, at any
time, by any mode of travel he may choose. There! we have knocked the
chip off of the _Daily Independent's_ shoulder. Now let's see if our
friend is really a bluffer or a fighter.
"You know the _Clarion_ is a powerful evening newspaper, too," said
Bob, when the Ross boys looked up from their reading. "It has always
been a hot rival of dad's paper, but it never got quite so sarcastic as
this before. Dad was good and mad when he read this last night. 'I'll
show both the _Clarion_ and the public whether I'm a bluffer or not,'
he said to mother. 'If it takes the last cent I've got I'll organize
an expedition to meet their challenge and prove my theory to be the
correct one.' Then I woke up to our opportunity. I suggested to dad
that if the Sky-Bird turned out as we hoped, she would be the very
thing to pioneer such a route and give the _Clarion_ people a race to
make their eyes stick out; and I said John Ross was willing to head a
crew including Paul and myself."
"What did he say?" asked John and Paul, almost in the same breath.
"Well, he gave a little gasp; his eyes snapped, and he quit walking the
floor and sat down on the davenport. 'Robert,' he said, 'I'll think
this matter over.' Then he lit a cigar and went to smoking. Dad
seldom smokes except when he's got something heavy on his mind."
John and Paul now joined Bob in putting a knee-brace in the new
airplane body. Somehow they had a feeling that the parts they were
assembling with such care would one of these days go on a very long and
arduous journey.