B-T BUZZ BOYS
I love to fly or just be around airplanes. I'm sympathetic towards the things. Yet the deep-throated and unexpected roar of a B-T 13 trainer directly over my house on a peaceful afternoon, leaves me with a distinct chilly feeling towards these "Buzz Boys.

This annoyance is totally unnecessary. It's not the motor of those sleek, fat-bellied, low winged planes that makes the noise. They will purr along at 1,000 feet like a contented cat, until some bored airman changes the pitch of the propeller while in flight. This makes the prop take a big hungry bite out of the air, similar to beating on water with the flat side of a board. She roars and I jump.

This is one of the nuisances which people complain about that points to the fact that aviation has not grown into its long pants yet.
 

Twenty years ago noisy exhaust cutouts were outlawed on automobiles. No auto dealer would take the chance of angering his future prospects by roaring down the street in his new Jalopy 8 with cutout open.

Yet, almost every day some unthinking pilot "pitches his prop" and scares old ladies, cats and your writer. This form of "buzzing" is doing public relations in the aircraft industry no good fast. Planes are not generally noisy at a reasonable altitude.

Some day application will be made for landing strips closer to towns and occupied places. People, remembering these buzzing B-T's, will object.

Owners, operators and pilots, do not do this maliciously. It's an unconscious action on the part of the pilot, who is exhilarated with the freedom of the air, the wonderful view that is all his and that familiar feeling that you're as near an angel as you'll ever be.

If the owners and operators would caution students and the students would think a moment about the future of our fledging industry, they would considerately confine their "prop-buzzing" to open country. The old ladies, the cats and your writer, could then nap in peace.

Barnstorming
Flying bookkeeper, Pat Hanes practically operated a shuttle service from Smith field over week-end. Flew into Fort Wayne Saturday, brought friend Myra Kassic, back to Warsaw for visit, flew Center Lake Lifeguard Marian Stover, back to Warsaw after visit with Dr. and Mrs. Orin Luse.

Bob Orcutt, of near Warsaw, wife and son, flew to Lansing, Mich., Friday, for weekend visit. Arrived back at Municipal, Warsaw, Sunday.

George Hawk, of Palestine, flew to Mentone airfield Sunday to do a little hangar flying with Chick Herendeen.

Joe Carlin, flight examiner, had a busy weekend, passed for private license, Don Forney, of Etna Green, Howard Peterson, of Warsaw, and Frank Meredith, of Mentone.

Wilbur Hoppus, son of Mr and Mrs. Milo Hoppus, of Warsaw, was probably one of the nation's youngest instructors at the time he was licensed. Received his coveted ticket two days after birthday made him eligible. Wilbur still with U. S. army, now in Texas.

New hangar at Municipal, Warsaw, half completed. Lowman Flying Service, Smith Field, now has an approved instrument flight course, something not usually found at small airports--or rather in small towns.

Here's one to think about: "There are old pilots and bold pilots, but NO old-bold pilots." True or false?

Warsaw Daily Times Monday Aug. 11, 1947

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