Wives' Words

While flyers scamper here and there, their wives wait, think, sometimes speak their minds. The New York World last week published some interesting views. Excerpts:

Mrs. Marie D. Ames Byrd (Richard Evelyn Byrd flew to the north pole, is now in Antarctica preparing to fly to the south pole): "My most awful nightmare is that the world has suddenly turned star-shaped . . . and that now there are five poles to be discovered." She lives at Boston, her parents' home, or at Winchester, Va., the Byrd home, with their four children.

Mrs. Wilda Bogert Chamberlin (Clarence Duncan Chamberlin flew the Atlantic two years ago) : "Ladies who want a grand passion had better stick to their businessmen. . . . Children are not for a flyer's wife." The Chamberlins live mostly at hotels. Mrs. Carrie Williams (Roger Quincy Williams flew the Atlantic this summer) : "For a whole year at a time I hardly see Roger at all. . . . The economic conditions of aviation make our living as insecure as everything else. . . . The mother of the baby girl across the street died at her birth, and I've taken a great deal of care of her. When she puts her arms around my neck and grabs me with her little legs and holds on so tight she grunts -- then, I think, I realize most of all the difficulties of being an aviator's wife."