Around The City

Manawatu Times, Volume 59, Issue 268, 15 November 1934, Page 6

Around The City

Paragraphs About People and Their Work The stunting which thrilled the crowd at Mi Ison yesterday, di . not please one little boy who, sobbing bitterly, was overheard to say: “They’ve no right to take such risks. They nearly got my mother. ” <s> <s> 3> <S> Service officers from the Wellington, Hawke’s Ba\, Hawera and Wanganui Automobile Associations were in Palmerston North yesterday assisting the Manawatu Automobile Association in the parking arrangements at Mijson acted romc. <S> <§> <s> <S> There were no fewer than 1910 motorcars at Mibou aerodrome yesterday, according to check taken by the Mauav.atu Automobile Association which had charge of the parking arrangements. There were no accidents and it minimum of delay, facts which satisfied the motorists. <*> <s> <s> <s> It is interesting to note that both the New Zealand planes that took part in the Centenary air race event bore Maori names. The Miles Hawk, Manawalu’s machine, is designated “Matinwatu,’ ’ while the DJI. Dragon Rapido is ntiincd “Taitiui,” the mimes being painted in a coiispicuotis place on the aeroplanes. <»> & <S> At least one motorist is indebted to the Manawatu Automobile Association for prompt service. Ho lett his car in Church street on'Tuesday night and when he went to get it at 11 p.m., it was gone. He sought the assistance of the M.A.A. and had the car back again within half-an-hour. It was found in another part, of the city. <j> <•><?> €> .Squadron-Header M. C. McGregor and Mr. H. C. Walker, of the Manawatu Aero Club, leave Palmerston North for Hastings to-day in the course of their theatre engagements. The Miles Hawk plane will be flown to the various places visited by the Centenary air race pilots, who will be absent from the city until late in December. <j> <•> <y <S> Overheard at the Milsott aerodrome yesterday during the thrilling exhibition of “low” stunting, given by Plight-Licut. D. Allen in the scarlet ’plane from Auckland. “That man has done a lot of horrid things. 1 don’t like it and I hope lie’s seasick when he comes ; down.” It may be mentioned that the lady had reason to be upset for Flight-Lieur. Allen gave a hair-raising exhibition. <s> <*><♦> <s> An unfortunate accident happened in Ada street- last evening, the victim being Miss Marlie Whyte, aged 13 years, daughter of Colonel and Mrs J. H. Whyte, of Rollcston street. Miss Whyte was on her way to see a sister in hospital when she was knocked down by a lorry driven by Mr F. Farr, ’the I tee Ambulance conveyed her to ti privat'* hospital in an unconscious condition and suffering as well from abrasions. <s> <•> <s> <S> One of the star performances in the line programme of acrobatics at the Milson aerodrome yesterday, was that given by Captain George Bolt, of Wellington." Crazy flying was the announcement and crazy flying it certainly was. Captain Bolt did the most extraordinary tilings with his plane and for some ten minutes, duriug which he gave a wonderfully skilled exhibition, lie had the crowd literally gasping with his amazing display. <s> <s> <i> <?> 11 is possible that for men who have war service to their credit the biggest thrill at Milson yesterday was the appearance of the three Royal New Zealand Air Force machines in till their war paint, with the familiar, red, white and blue circles. The old Bristol Fighter, well able to protect herself in a “dogfight” or any other sort of scrap, whether offensive or defensive; the Hawker Tomtit, and the Uloster Grebe, were very businesslike and the amazing spectl displayed by the Gloster in spectacular dives, demonstrated that she would prove a formidable opponent. <$- <s> <*> <s> Quiet is usually expected to pervade an examination room, but at S'. Andrew’s yesterday afternoon where an economies paper for degree student* was it) progress, there was just a little static. There were the ’planes zooming overhead; in a building next door the organ was complaining loudly and the hymn-singers were not quite at their best. In the near distance a leashed dog loudly lamented his fate, and down Ashley street shrieked a heavy car witn horn-button depressed. The mid-after-noon train rattled through the city practising a penetrating now whistle. Then the meeting next door adjourned, and in the confusion a distracted baby aired his displeasure with the world. But for these trifling discords, the peace of an oppressive summer afternoon reigned supreme. •$> <S> <*> <t> Whatever claims to skill as an aviator can be credited to Squadron-Leader M. C. McGregor (and they arc many), this lanky pilot of the MilesHawk ’plane is certainly afflicted with an inferiority complex as far as oratory is concerned. Already famous as the man who avoids verbal expression as if it were the plague, he excelled himself in reticence at the welcome tendered him and his co-pilot, Captain Walker, at the Milson aerodrome yesterday afternoon. After fulsome references by several speakers to the wonderful achievement of the Manawatu representatives in the Centenary air race, it came “Mac’s” turn to replyAn expectant hush fell over the huge crowd assembled, and hopes ran high that at last, the momentous occasion would stir McGregor to some degree of verbosity. But not more than a dozen words was the best he could manage, and a climax was reached when a disappointed listener told those within his immediate vicinity that 'he bet Mac had prepared the speech on his wav front England!”