The Depew Independent 
                January 23, 1920  
              Riding The Air 
                Monday afternoon G.T. Good of the Curtis-Southwestern Airplane 
                Company, of Tulsa, flew down just south of town and was immediately 
                open for business. Charlie Gore and Jack Boydston showed a willingness 
                to take a ride "in his airship" and in due time came 
                back to earth feeling none the worse for the experience. 
                The writer being out of town Monday was not able to make the flight 
                until Tuesday morning after Ted McFarland and Frank Kaser had 
                each taken their turn in viewing Depew and the surrounding country 
                from the dizzy heights above. 
                We feel that maybe some of our readers would like to know how 
                one feels up in the air 3,000 feet so we will try and tell you 
                some of those experiences. 
                When the engine started we were soon under speed endeavoring to 
                leave mother earth and it being our first ride in an airplane, 
                were afraid at first that we might tip the critter over, so when 
                the right wing went into the air higher than the left one we did 
                not even try to keep from throwing all our avoirdupois, influence 
                and everything we possessed in the direction of the right wing. 
                For the first mile or so south we were but a few hundred feet 
                above the earth and when we passed over the new oil rig two miles 
                south of town we could distinguish the teams and drivers of our 
                farmer friends coming to town. By the time the Bigpond school 
                house was reached we were up in the air probably two thousand 
                feet and were wondering how the pilot was going to turn the bird 
                around so that we could make it back to town. By this time we 
                imagined we were an old-timer at flying and released all our right, 
                title and interest in and to the dingerramous that the "new 
                hands" grip so tight when they first begin to fly. We just 
                sit steady in the boat and let ’er rock and in a few more seconds 
                we headed north straight for Depew. An amatuer has no way of measuring 
                the distance to the earth, whether or not he is going fast or 
                slow, but we could imagine the critter was getting higher as the 
                houses were getting so small that they were almost invisible and 
                we could feel that the front part of the plane was the highest 
                so we knew we "were getting   | 
            up in this world." By the time we got above 
                Main street we begun to drop some slips of scrap paper out, so 
                that our better half and some of our doubting friends would know 
                that it was US. We have found out since that we were something 
                over 3,000 feet high at that moment and the paper has not come 
                down yet. After passing over Depew we started toward Shamrock, 
                following near the "Jerk water" line and went within 
                a short distance of the outskirts of the (excuse the expression) 
                of the burg that made Depew famous. We felt like stopping and 
                taking a taste of horse shoe but the pilot being yet behind us 
                and knowing that he could not see good should we indulge, we dropped 
                the thought and begun to take in the sights as they flew by. We 
                discovered the farm of John D. Cooper and in a few seconds the 
                W.B. Bennett farm hove in sight. We always thought this was a 
                pretty good sized farm, but from our viewpoint Tuesday it looked 
                like a 3 cent revenue stamp. We turned to take a look to the east 
                of us and there were several clouds that obstructed our view of 
                Bristow so again looked to the west and as far as we could figure 
                out were lost and while trying to locate something that looked 
                familiar we saw what appeared to be the ruins of several anscient 
                Roman amphi-theaters in minature form and for several seconds 
                we thought we were in a foreign country, when it came to us that 
                on those spots in recent years had stood the 8 steel oil tanks 
                of the Hill Oil and Gas company and that we were right at Depew. 
                Just after going safely over town the plane turned her nose at 
                an angle of about 45 degrees and we went down several hundred 
                feet, possibly 15 hundred when she straightened out and flew a 
                little ways above the tree tops to the place from where we had 
                started, and lighted as easily as a bird. 
                Now, some folks say that a fellow’s knees knock and that he gets 
                the "buck ague" and all such things when he goes up 
                in the air, but for once we were not even excited and enjoyed 
                the 25 minutes that we were in the air and should the opportunity 
                afford will try it again. 
                The pilot has had several years experience and will probably be 
                back here from Tulsa in the near future and will take you for 
                a spin for the sum of $10.00. The Independent will notify the 
                readers so they will know when he is coming again. 
                (Jan. 23 continued on page 2.) 
               
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