American Hospitality

Auckland Star, Volume LXXIII, Issue 114, 16 May 1942, Page 9

American Hospitality

of our young N ew r.f,. ~r n . ( '° rS in ~lf' course of their •ml (h na ° ns between the Dominion and the seat ot war in which thev ate destined to play their part in the great battle for freedom, have been privileged to spend some time in the I nited States, and there they have found the hospitality showered upon them at times almost embarrassing H.y a remarkable coincidence, a clii> Pvl nK u °, m a De troit paper fell Into the hands of an Aucklander, Mr. W Cossey, of Taylor's Road, Mt. Albert which recorded the doings in that A T r i can Pity of his son. Owen and three of his mates. In a three-line, two-column spread, with a on C f ior e »v,° f i the hostess inset, and RV 7 a I^'? e heading "Four V : : -F. Pilots Find Detroit on Their Path to War," is the followingbreezy letterpress by Marjorie Averv: Mrs. Murdo Graham says it will he hard to settle down to everydav things after the excitement and H?" 1 5 J? f Playing hostess to the Sv'i'Ap" • S P ecia,, y when the u 1S re Pi"esented by four such fine lads as Pilot-Officers .Tock Corson. Owen Cossey, Trevor Dudding and Reginald Harper. Detroit isn t going to be forgotten by the airmen either. It's the larpest city they ve ever seen . . . contains almost as many people as their native New Zealand, has more autornonilps than they thought were in the world, higher buildings and

wilder traffic. . . "You couldn't drive likc that in Xew Zealand, - ' said Jock "I feel safer in the air," said Trevor, blonde and handsome and just 18. It s a regular hands across the sea story," I said to Mrs. Graham, and she agreed. "Jock's mother befriended my sister." she said, "when she went to live in New Zealand years ago. So when Mr. Graham and* I found out the boy was training in Canada, we felt we couldn't do enough for him. He's been our boy ever since . . . we've been writing and sending him packages. They got their wings, and we urged him to come to Detroit and bring a friend . . So when Mr. Graharrt drove the coupe to the station to meet Jock— four—not two —swaggering young pilots lined up to meet him. . . "We had to rent another apartment," said Mrs. Graham, laughing. Then she sighed . . . "If they could only stay longer ..." First thing the boys did in Detroit wps to visit the airfields. Next they hired 'planes and flew over the city. Then Mrs. Graham had a chance to show them off. Mrs. Andrew Hood entertained . . . Mrs. Harold Brinker gave a dinner . . . "and now," sighs Mrs. Graham, "they're gone. . . . Well. I tried to fill them up when they were here. . . . They're going to England where there's not much food. . . . But they were eager to get there."