Will Rogers: ambassador of good will, prince of wit and wisdom (1935)

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PRIME MINISTER OF AVIATION 211 Will then hurried from the club, boarded another transcontinental plane and was homeward bound after only a little more than an hour in New York. His electioneering for Jessel was successful and George was reelected. Major General John F. O'Ryan, of New York, recalled meeting Rogers and Frank Hawks at Fort Worth while they were making their relief flights. O'Ryan told Rogers that Hawks' plane was exceptionally fast and the pair might just as well be riding a comet. "Yep," answered Rogers, "but we are specialists with comets." The fact that Franklin D. Roosevelt flew out to Chicago to accept the nomination for President pleased Rogers immensely. "Looks like we're going to have a President with nerve enough to fly," he declared. One of the last articles Rogers wrote for his Sunday syndicate feature showed the great love that he had for the air. He said that his feet were bad and his legs worse, "so I take mine out in riding in the air." He told how they flew over Mount Shasta, coming very close to the summit. He described the beautiful mountain as "snow all over the old ant hill." Commenting upon their stop at Medford, Oregon, he took occasion to poke a little fun at an "ambitious reporter" from that city who "had sent out a dispatch that he had seen Wiley Post and me flying over there, when we were at that time crossing Arizona."