Hops

Cranking up, minus pontoons, at Karachi, India, the U. S. round-the-world trio took the air for Atlantic shores. Constantinople, Bucharest, Vienna, Strasbourg flashed by beneath them. On the seventh day they landed at Paris. Chagrined at being too poor to afford her own circummundane expedition, France none the less accorded the Americans an effusive reception--squadronal escorts of planes from Strasbourg on, cheering crowds on the Champs Elysees, cordial officials at Le Bourget airdrome.

Tired, smutty, perspiring, the Americans asked: "How do we stand in the Olympic games?"

Not many hours later they were off again--for Croydon Field, near London, and their trans-Atlantic hop home.

At the opposite side of the globe, Major MacLaren, British circumnavigator, reached Minato, Japan, took off for his perilous Pacific hop.