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A Flyer—a Lady—Who’s Whose? FLYING WOOER Philip (“Red'') Mohuii, Aviator, Parachute Jumper and Son of a Millionaire Navy Commander, Who Was So Thrilled by a Wedding March Played in a Juarez Cafe, That Ho Instantly Eloped with the Girl with Whom He W'as Dining. They Eloped in the Night and All Was Well Except the Little Matter of a Divorce or f Two newspaper Spilling th« Beam About Alice's and "Red'a" Midnight Marriage. That music is a spar to the -emo tions is pretty well under, tood. But who ever heard of a couple ° impetuous that merely hearing a tale orchestra play the wedding march fent them scurrying oil to the nearest minister? ell—as Moran and Mack used to *ay—you’ve heard of one now. l or that's what happened to Philip (“Bed") Mohun, ruddy-haired aviator, soldier of fortune and son ot a millionaire, and pretty, vivacious Alice Sparks. It’s true that the marriage was an nulled in a few days, but that was just % tough break all around and Alice and 'Bed" arc excellent friends, though not under the same roof. Ine particular monkey wrench'that wrecked the mechanics of their ro mance lay in (1) the fact that Alice had an ex-husband about whose divorce from her hung a slight cloud ofjinccyj lainty and "Bed" had an ex-wife • bout whose divorce from him lowered » large cloud of uncertainty. All very annoying to 'two high Mmiu-a young things—and then there was that extra bother of the bum check charge which "Red” faced as a climax to the world’s briefest—but certainly not unhappiest—honeymoon. It has been said — or should be — that those whom the gods approve can get away with anything and aren’t even disturbed when they can’t. To that blessed clan “Red” must belong, for a literal windfall, in the shape of a salvaged airplane, brought him enough money to cover the drafts and a contused and lacerated romance is, to those with crimson hair and blithe optimism, just one of those things you couldn't duck. “Red,” who has flown rebel battle planes for General Escobar in Mexico and who is an intrepid parachute jumper, was sitting, as it chanced, in a lively Juarez cabaret with Alice. It was Jjheig first date and they were en joying it immensely. Glasses filled with enticing liquids the tint of “Red’s” own nek-s were on the table. It wasn’t root beer. It teas Saturday night. The band’s jazz was hoi—hot and soothing, and exciting. All of a tuddrn a wedding party entered the cafe, known as “Lobby No. 2.” It was a stimulating sight. The very essence of matrimony seemed to drench the restaurant in its enchantment. It was a time when things are done on the spur of the moment—by those who dare. Led Mohun felt that jazz was crudely inappropriate for the occasion. Waving a hospitable bill, he requested the band to play the wedding march. 'I he leader asked politely: “Which? .‘Mendelssohn or Wagner?” ‘“Lohen Rrin,”’ was the prompt rejoinder. And “Lohengrin” it was. T he effect was instant, electric Alir locked at “Red.” “Rod” gazed bad ; 4;'ce: Ho,w getting mar tied. she said. “Line," he replied picking up the cue like lightning. “ always wanted to marry a pilot,” sail Alice, all smiles over her glass Honey,” said “Red,” “you sure go your wish. Whoopee! Let’s go ” Thri went. * • It’s Not What Work You Choose But How You Choose to Wovk DARWIN P. KINGSLEY 1 resident Coolidge, an other Vermonter like Kingsley, who stems from humble beginnings. “Labor is the first duty of man,” this eminent ex ecutive has repeated on many occasions. “Labor should be performed with enthusiasm. ‘What sort of labor am I fitted for?’ the young man asks. I be lieve it is not what he chooses to work at that is important, but how hr chooses to work at it. Lvery sort of labor is im portant — done honestly, earnestly and intelligent ly. It so nearly dis charges man’s duty to all that he knows about life that religion is not so far off.” Mr. Kingsley once wanted enormously to be come a lawyer, believing himself best fitted for the bar. But in the W'est where he went, on Horace Greeley’s advice, as a young man, circumstances drew him into insurance. He became absorbed in that, and.it was not long before he had forgotten his earlier ambition. Thus he has come to the con clusion that it is not tvlial you do, but the way you do it. “A great institution,” he declares, “develops somewhat as a man de velops. Hard days, sad ^^ A MAN’S business is whatever /A keeps him busy. Whatever keeps a man busy is the most important thing in his life.” So says Darwin P. Kingsley, presi dent of the New York Life Insurance Company—and Mr. Kingsley always has been a busy man. He is full of energy and of the vital drive that lifted him from the poverty of a little Vermont farm to the presidency of one of the greatest life insurance com panies in the world. Therefore it’s not strange that lie has much sound counsel to give the young man of today who is just start ing forward. It is his company which bid for and won the services of former i,r„ . aays, are a part of life and have their uses. They are h part of the story of every great humanitarian enterprise. “A man goes on to greater and greater achievement,, because he never loses faith. . raerf Words, ‘altruism,’ ‘thrift, self-respect,* justice.* ’social obliga ATl ;„CVC" VeV5,0n’ and ‘government* to reveal themselves fully Thrv thev°} [ul'y tla,|islale themselves until hey take on physical form. Seeing the capitol in Washington means more Constitution^** man tha" *'adin‘ ^ Mr Kingsley is no believer in “let ting things drift.” “Fight!” he coun “!* Wrongly. “The most glorious thing in the history of the world is the -Darwin P. Kingsley story of man’s eternal fight and con stant advance. Man lias lought, part of the time blindly responding to an instinct he did not understand and then he has fought intelligently, but he has always fought. If lie had not, he would now be as extinct as the dodo.” SUDDEN CEREMONY "They reached their |Oal by mid n'yht and found the Justice of the Peace juat aa agreeable aa had been predicted.” Now marriage in Mexico is a tedious, long drawn out affair of witness* and documents and Saturday night isn’t just the ideal time to get hold of either, “lied” wasn't to be baffled. He tele phoned across the liio Grande to Sheriff Tom Armstrong in LI Paso, wanting to find out whether there was any chance, no matter how slim, of ducking the new three-day Texas mar riage license application law, effective June 1. Sheriff Tom was apologetic and suavet but could offer no sugges tion of an "out.” “Why don’t you two heat it to Las Cruces, New Mexico?TTTi«rTinaliy vol unteered. "It’s fifty miles from El Paso and the Stata of Texas has no authority there. And there’s a mighty nice justice of the peace whose office never closes.” Charmed, "Red” and Alice hailed a taxi, displaying excellent judgment— as you will see—in their choice of a chauffeur. They reached their goal by midnight and found Justice of the Peace Tom Avalos just as agreeable as had been predicted. The affable hackman was a great help, too. He acted as witness, best man and ring bearer. “-My age? Twenty,” cooed Miss Sparks. “Red” said he was twenty six. 1 hey made El Paso at four in the morning, paid their versatile chauffeur •fiOO, and began soma enthusiastic work on a substantial breakfast. Lurking in the background of all these gay events wera the apectres of their two former romances which had collapsed. “Red” had divorced his wife, said wife later said, in Tampa, Florida. He was confident of the validity of the decree but the first Mr*. Mohun, when reporters hunted her up in Atlanta, Georgia, wasn’t so sure. She didn’t think "Red’s” Florida residence had been long enough to satisfy the law. She added that this and other technical irregularities furnished her grounds with which to contest the suit, but that she hadn’t seen fit to fight the ac tion—thus far. Miss Sparks was even vaguer than “Red” about her divorce. She remem The ABC’S of General Knowledge How Time Takes Its Toll of Life Showing in Ten-Year Groups the Gradual Decrease in the Number of Living Persons, Beginning with 100,000 at the Age of Ten. Source) American Experience Table of Mortality. Chart by FUELING FOSTER One of Every Seven Persons Who Reaeh the Age of Ten Will Live to the Ripe Old Age of Eighty. 10 yuri .... 20 yean .... 30 yean .... 10 yean .... SO yean .... Li vine 100,000 92.637 85.111 78,106 69,801 60 yean .... 57,917 70 year* .... 38,569 80 yean .... 11,171 90 yean .... 817 And all are prnumed In have died by the age of 96. -—... Cwpjnm. ililp. lju«rn«Uonu Ptauir* u*nl», lu Gtm SrlMia uiiaii Hmium. bored that she had married and separated from Murray Boucher and that he had gone to Chicago promising to arrange a divorce. She thought the decree had been granted. But hRd it? inquiries, independent of Mias Sparks, sent to Chicago* including one to the office of the County Clerk, failed to establish that such a decree had been granted. Alice confided her own fears to “Red." A man of honor as well as action, he took Alice to her sister’s home. Three days later came the real blow off. "Red" waj thrust into jail on a charge of writing checks when he had no funds. The news, reaching the at tentive ear of his presumable father-in law, Samuel Sparks, annoyed the lat ter considerably. Mr. Sparks asked .lodge W. D. Howe, in the 34th dis trict court, to annul the ceremony and the Judge granted the request, since neither Alice nor “Red” interposed any objection. It was a long way from ‘‘kobbT.No. 2" and the wedding march, and both had had time to think things over without the pleasant confusions of music and wine. "Red’s” luck still held. Due for a jail stretch, the dating airman had a hunch, which he relayed to Federal ©f ^tins ?n the suggestion he supplied, they seised a $12,000 broug ham plane that had been smuggled from the revolutionary army across the U wa,..taken Possession of at Albuquerque, New Mexico, and auc W °ff by the Government. United States law decrees that informant* in nrr1 /JSf* ^ ,CntltlH to twenty-five rj cenL, 0,1 t,1e returns from surh rum*’ |That me*nt *** "Red’s” share ‘•>ine to more than $1.700—which RUNAWAY BRIDE Pre»«y Alice Spark*. Who "always wanted to marry a pilot,” and Did— Thoogh the Wadding Wa. Spoadilf Annulled. would amply cover the disputed beune injf checks. “Friend a?” exclaim “Rad’' and Alice, if you ask them. “Sura w« are. ’ “And we may play a return an gagoment to Laa Cruces some evening just for fun.” adds “Red.” This gallant, fearless, devil-may care, slightly comic young man comet of fighting stock and excellent blood. He is the scion of a family long famons in navy circles, hia father being l.ieutenant-Commander Philip V. Mo hun, retired with the rank of command er. The elder Mohun also has had a picturesque career, though more sedate than that of his son. A graduate ol Annapolis, he married the bcautifu and wealthy Nonie Read of Roanoke Virginia; founded an extensive rhaii of shoe shining “parlors,” on which h« made a million in a year; lost the sigh of one eye and withdrew from offi a and public life to hia Roanoke estate He fought with Dewey at Manila. Mohun, Jr., was supposed to follow in Dad’s footsteps, but the steps halter before long. He attended Pennsylvanu Military College In Chester, Pa., f>u waa let out, he says, for blowing the wrong bugle call at a Summer camp so he never reached Annapolis. His father was naturally deeply disappoint ed. His brother, “Rex,” is a lieuten ant, junior grade, in the navy. His sister, Mr$. Jennings Perry, wife of the writer, lives in Paris. All very distinguished, but to “Red’ flying—and gayety—are more fun. By CLAREMURRffl~GirlPoet-Artist PRISONER ~'rT~' ' *“ ( Oft the Ricerbdnk ) Tr *. Un.urpoctinf, Woko to Find My*olf Your PrUonor. Bi clever spmntng You have cast A silken web about in/ . I, unsuspecting. Wake In find myself your prisoner. These strands, H hose frailty l had laughed at. Hold me with a mighty strength: And /, who knew no anchor but my self, Am anchored fast. A pleasant change from wandering! Too tong I drifted free— A world revolving on itself, Set in no orbit. it JOW l am a satellite, I \ Belonging to the sun; Obliged to follow any path Appointed by the law. You think l am reluctant to be tea Ami so you still shall think. I shall not spoil your triumph For your pride in the ingenious de signs That captured me. Rut recretely 1 love my new estate Your slightest whim Shall be divine command to me. I would not change my lot For all the freedom in the world Because, my dear, I love yov^
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