The Flight That Got Away

You take your profundity where you find it, and today’s significance comes from Bob Timm and John Cook, both 33, who landed their single-engine Cessna Saturday at Las Vegas after 65 days in the air, a new record.

They flew between Las
Vegas and Blythe, with occasional side trips to Los Angeles and
Phoenix. It was estimated they covered a distance equivalent to halfway
to the moon, which is better than the Air Force did with its Pioneer.

Each
morning and evening they swooped low over the Blythe airport and
refueled from a pickup truck driving 90 m.p.h. They lowered a hook to
hoist the refueling hose.

THE FLIGHT started as a publicity stunt for the Hacienda Hotel, where Timm is a slot-machine boss and Cook serves as a free-lance pilot. Somehow it just got away from everyone.

Back on the ground they were asked if they felt a sense of accomplishment. They didn’t.

"It was just something I always wanted to do," Cook said.

"It proves a light plane will stay up a long time." Timm said.

So beware, everybody, of those things that seem like a good idea at the time.

ONLY IN BURBANK —
A car stalled in traffic and the driver behind impatiently sounded his
horn. So the driver of the stalled car, a lady named Madonna, got out,
walked back and said icily, "Mister, I’ll honk your horn if you’ll
start my car!"

LICENSE PLATE
I tried to find the light to see
The "Land of Opportunity"
I looked into the dark and saw
The governor of Arkansas.
— ELIZABETH MEITZ

IN RECENT WEEKS Reita Sones,
a working mother, has had three different baby sitters. Last Saturday
when she made no move to leave for work, Jimmy, 4, asked hopefully,
"Gosh, Mom, are you going to baby sit today?"

EVERYONE HAS heard
the hackneyed legend about the bullet which misses, whereupon the
script writer has the intended victim musing, "I guess it didn’t have
my name on it."

Jan Salter was driving on a narrow, solidly
parked street in Beverly Hills. She was forced to the right as an
oncoming car passed and her fender caught the bumper of a parked car.
As she inspected the damage, she discovered the car she’d tangled with
had the license plate letters, JAN, her name.

That’s the way the fender crumbles sometimes.

AS ANYONE could have guessed, we haven’t heard the last of the town-naming game mentioned here. Try these, by Leo Bartelme of Sherman Oaks: Praise, Ala., Noahs, Ark., Trala, La., Hianlo, Mass., Uranium, Ore., Ominepa, Pa., and Sixanfourar, Tenn.

MISCELLANY —
In the event Allan Dulles’ cloak and dagger boys have a few minutes to
spare, the Diners’ Club directory with the names of hotels, restaurants
and other services available to members lists on Page 25 "I.
Espionage." 2900 Main Street, NW, right there in Washington, D.C.