Lindberghs Fly

In the year since he lost his first son Colonel Charles Augustus Lindbergh has kept himself intensely busy. Almost every day he drives into Manhattan from the home of his mother-in-law, Mrs. Dwight Morrow, in Englewood, N. J. where he and his wife and son Jon have been living. Several days a week he spends in the office of Pan American Airways, on the 42nd floor of Manhattan's Chanin Building, poring over blueprints, charts, tables, operations reports. He makes frequent trips to the Sikorsky plant at Bridgeport, Conn. and the Glenn L. Martin factory in Balti more, to watch progress on big flying boats abuilding for Pan American. Every Tues day, and often on other days, he goes up the street a block from the Chanin Building to the Graybar, to his duties as technical chairman of Transcontinental & West ern Air.

Last week Colonel Lindbergh undertook his first extended flight in a year, taking his wife with him. In his big red Lockheed Vega monoplane they set out from New ark for a routine inspection of T. & W. A.'s route to the coast. To spare them selves annoyance they were more cordial than usual to newshawks and cameramen. Said the Colonel: "Well, I think the pictures you've been taking were terrible so I suppose it will be better to pose." At Pitts burgh luck was with the Lindberghs. Water in the fuel tank killed the engine as they were directly over the airport.

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