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In spite of this record, Capt. Musick has remained virtually unknown to the public. He refuses to show off or make wisecracks for newsmen. He has never been known to stunt in a plane, never makes a flight without the most meticulous preparations, even refuses to tie up to a mark until it has been tested. Completely lacking in vanity, he refuses to discuss his career even with such close friends as Navigator Noonan, with whom he bunks when on duty.
He lives quietly with his blonde wife, Cleo, has no children, likes baseball, Buicks, apples, ham & cheese sandwiches, vacations in Manhattan.
His face, almost wooden, sometimes lights up in a crooked smile. Prone to swearing a good deal in a quiet, pleasant way, he never loses his temper, though he is a martinet about detail. When he is in command, his ship must be spotless, his men equally neat. In only one respect is he himself lax—his beard, which is fast-growing, heavy. Hating to shave, he has tried all types of razor, has lately returned to an old-fashioned straightedge.
On good terms with his men, Capt. Musick says little in the air, other than the necessary commands, prefers to sit in silent attention to his work. Typical was an incident on the first Hawaii flight to test the vast preparations for fulfilling Lindbergh's Pacific dream. At the wheel, Pilot Sullivan grinned: "Old stuff this. We've flown this route so many times in training I've recognized every cloud we've seen since leaving San Francisco!"
Capt. Musick grunted an affirmative.
*"They" told Sailor Roosevelt wrong: first clipper to reach San Francisco was the Samuel Russell in 1850. *Route: San Francisco: Macao; Hongkong; Fenang; Delhi; Bagdad; Cairo; Athens; Rome; Marseille; Seville: Tangier, Morocco; Dakar: Senegal: Natal: Brazil: Port-of-Spain, Trinidad; Port-au-Prince, Haiti; Miami; Atlanta; Dallas; Los Angeles; San Francisco.