Last week Wendell Willkie arrived in the U. S. gusty with a new enthusiasm: meteorology. He had been in on an exciting experiment. At i a.m., high over the dark Atlantic, he had tumbled out of his berth and into the navigating room of Pan American Airways' homebound Dixie Clipper. With President Juan Terry Trippe and other Pan American officials, Willkie eagerly watched the instrument panels as the huge ship droned along at various altitudes, feeling out strange east winds on her tail. At 4,000 to 5,000 feet the passengers' smiles were broadest, the plane making the best time.
The Clipper was...
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