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╚January 2, 1928Man of the YearCharles Lindbergh
Height: 6 ft. 2 inches.
Age: 25.
Eyes: Blue.
Cheeks: Pink.
Hair: Sandy.
Feet: Large. When he arrived at the Embassy in France no shoes
big enough were handy.
Habits: Smokes not; drinks not. Does not gamble. Eats a
thorough-going breakfast / Prefers light luncheon and dinner when
permitted. Avoids rich dishes. Likes sweets.
Calligraphy: From examination of his handwriting Dr. Camille
Streletski, Secretary of French Graphological Society concluded:
Superiority, intellectualism, cerebration, idealism, even
mysticism.
Characteristics: Modesty, taciturnity, diffidence (women make
him blush), singleness of purpose, courage, occasional curtness,
phlegm. Elinor Glyn avers he lacks "It."
Last week rumor rose that for next summer a direct flight
to China was proposed for the first of flyers. An accomplished
and reliable Chinese gentleman, also an aviator, sponsored the
rumor. Skeptics pointed out that such a spectacular bid for
Chinese good will was among the more remote problems if
immediate statecraft. Hard-headed U.S. men, soft-hearted U.S.
women grumblingly asked when the dangerous far-flung flight of
Col. Lindbergh would cease.
To date he has flown to France; Belgium; England; Mexico;
Canada in the interests (his) of aviation progress and the
interests (governmental) of international good will. In his own
writings last week he pointed out the risks of flying over the
lonely Central American mountains. Remarked dissenters: "How
much more lonely are the wastes of the Pacific; jungles below
the Equator; tropic waterways of the East over which he must fly
if his portfolio of Ambassador of Good Will is permanent."
Grumblers wondered of interest accruing to the national welfare
by his flights is worth the calamitous crash of principal which
would accompany his death. Col. Lindbergh is the most cherished
citizen since Theodore Roosevelt. Thought they: "He is worth
keeping." One way to keep him is to keep him on the ground.
Others argued savagely that Lindbergh must fly for his life
in the public eye; heroes age swiftly when seated at office
desks; argued that by his very nature he must fly.
Unconscious of these wrangles over the national coffee
cups, Col. Lindbergh tended to business. He climbed into The
Spirit of St. Louis at Mexico City; nosed upward; set off for
Guatemala, British Honduras, Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua,
Costa Rica, Panama.
In Detroit a school teacher put by her pointer and her
students' papers. Mrs. Evangeline Lodge Lindbergh dressed
herself warmly and was swept southward by the propeller
windstorm of a sturdy tri-motored Ford monoplane. One night she
spent in St. Louis. The next day as her famed offspring in
Mexico City was piloting on his first flight President Plutarco
Elias Calles, the monoplane sprung to Tulsa, Okla. The third
sunset found her in Brownsville, Texas. Next day up from the
crowded field at Mexico City rose Col. Lindbergh in THe Spirit
of St., Louis. Swallowed in the clouds he missed the monoplane
which he had flown to meet. Shouts from the field of "Vivi
Senora Leenbaire" as Mrs. Lindbergh stepped out of the Ford
plane. She met her wandering boy an hour later at the American
Embassy.
En route Mrs. Lindbergh was loquacious. Previously laconic
regarding the achievements of her amazing child she expressed
herself to the press thus:
"He has always been my boy. I have always loved him. been
proud of him and thought he was the world's greatest."