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Within the Temple grounds stands the first Norman building It is protected by a beautiful shelter entirely covering it. There Normans were indeed pioneers of the west.
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The Temple is a huge structure with three spires on each end. It stands amid spacious gardens planted with a profusion of shrubs and flowers. This is the heart andshrine of the Norman religion.
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In the formal gardens stand statues of Brigham Young and Joseph Smith on each side of a large plaque containing a brief history of their achievements. These two were the strong men of Normanism
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Perhaps the most unusual structure on the Norman grounds is the great Tabernacle. This oval shaped building with its arching roof like some massive igloo is known for its acoustic properties. Throughout its large auditorium the slightest sound is transmitted with greatest ease. Of recent years broadcasts from this Tabernacle with its marvelous organ and chorus have been heard all over the land.
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Leaving Salt Lake City I made a brief stop at Denver and then on to Colorado Springs and the Alexander Aircraft company. The main street of the city which we traveled from the station was lined with small gift shops, Indian curio stores and places enticing the tourist to take the many trips available. At the end of the street loomed the famous Antlers Hotel.
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It was late afternoon when I ventured out into the hotel gardens to look at the famous Pike’s Peak silhoueted against the setting sun. I thought to record the scene for posterity but lighting played me false and I defy you to see the well known mountain although to me it was plainly visible towering above its neighbors.
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Not wishing to be outdone by the sun, I went for a walk the next afternoon after my business was finished at Alexander Aircraft. I walked out toward Pikes Peak until tired and then hopped a trolley. I finally got off at an interesting spot and walked up into the hills for several shots at the Peak. This yime I was successful.
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The Peak was clearly outlined in the notch between adjacent peaks. The old mining town of Cripple Creek nestled at the foot of the mountain like a puppy snuggling up to its mother.
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The fine line ascending one of the mountains I assumed to be the line of a cog-wheel railroad. I regretted that I had no time to drive up the very good motor road to the Peak – but after all I was on a business trip.
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Tramping back toward Colorado Springs, I turned into a road that beckoned me into the hills. It wound around through the folds of the hills and at last I realized that I was in the Garden of the Gods. How well it is named. No one but the gods could carve such fantastic shapes and mould the landscape into such wild beauty. The farther I went the wilder it became. Across my path loomed the giant prow of a battleship. It was indeed Battleship Rock and poised near by was the phenomina of nature Balancing Rock. Although now partly supported by cement, this Rock has for centuries been balancing upon its tiny pedestal which seems too frail to withstand the slightest breeze. This is not the work of gods but God.
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Tramping back toward Colorado Springs, I turned into a road that beckoned me into the hills. It wound around through the folds of the hills and at last I realized that I was in the Garden of the Gods. How well it is named. No one but the gods could carve such fantastic shapes and mould the landscape into such wild beauty. The farther I went the wilder it became. Across my path loomed the giant prow of a battleship. It was indeed Battleship Rock and poised near by was the phenomina of nature Balancing Rock. Although now partly supported by cement, this Rock has for centuries been balancing upon its tiny pedestal which seems too frail to withstand the slightest breeze. This is not the work of gods but God.
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Still farther on I came to a giant’s playground with huge blocks strewn around. Weird, misshapen toadstool rocks mushroomed from the barren soil. Wind and Erosion had carved grotesque sentinels to guard the path. Tables of rock, pinnacles, minerets, a wild jumble of discarded giant’s archetecture.
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Still farther on I came to a giant’s playground with huge blocks strewn around. Weird, misshapen toadstool rocks mushroomed from the barren soil. Wind and Erosion had carved grotesque sentinels to guard the path. Tables of rock, pinnacles, minerets, a wild jumble of discarded giant’s archetecture.
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And so in the fading lightof the setting sun, I turned my footsteps towards a man-made city. It had been a long walk but never had I enjoyed one so much. As I climbed into bed that night I lay gazing through my window at that great Peak etched against the star-sown sky and again I thought “What hath God wrought?”
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I left Colorado Springs one evening and from the Observation Car I watched the panarama of the Rockies unfold as we slipped away. The next morning we passed a queer shaped formation called Table Mountain. It was as if the peak had been decapitated by some giant in days gone by. Farther and farther away we crept from the mountains and now the plains of the West surrounded us.
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Across the rolling reaches of the Great Plains we plodded eastward. Then one day we rolled into the great railroad terminal at Kansas City. Across from the terminal a high tower looked out over the sprawling city draped over the hills and vales beside the chocolate waters of the muddy Missouri.
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Across the rolling reaches of the Great Plains we plodded eastward. Then one day we rolled into the great railroad terminal at Kansas City. Across from the terminal a high tower looked out over the sprawling city draped over the hills and vales beside the chocolate waters of the muddy Missouri.
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I climbed the tower stairs and walked out on the balcony and there was this western metropolis spread out at my feet. Smoky haze enveloped the foothills where the city encroached upon the heights. The vapors from many industrial chimneys had mingled to form that cloud. Nestling in the arm of the old Missouri, the city airport was tucked for this was an aircraft city.
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Of course I was interested in the companies building aircraft and my first stop was at the American Eagle Aircraft Company on the Municipal Airport. Porterfield, the President, had expanded from cramped quarters in town to this modern plant built just for producing American Eagle planes. Across the road on the field proper was the Porterfield Flying School, an offshoot of the American Eagle Company.
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Of course I was interested in the companies building aircraft and my first stop was at the American Eagle Aircraft Company on the Municipal Airport. Porterfield, the President, had expanded from cramped quarters in town to this modern plant built just for producing American Eagle planes. Across the road on the field proper was the Porterfield Flying School, an offshoot of the American Eagle Company.
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Another company located on the airport is the Rearwin Aircraft Co. Mr. Rearwin was a lumber dealer in Salina and was bitten by the aviation bug. He showed me through his little plant and then went out to examine their biplane powered with a Curtiss Challenger. Mr. Rearwin was on the extreme right with his test pilot.
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On the airport were two Barling low-wing monoplanes. These were with metal wing construction, fabric covered. They were from the home factory at St. Joseph and were anything by beautiful although very airworthy.
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An air race was in progress on the airport and I had a chance to see some of the entries drawn up on the line before the flag started them off.The one on the right was a Cessna and left was a Monocoupe. The middle I could not identify.
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While we were watching, a rearwin flew in and taxiied up to the grandstand. Out of it climbed the most ludicrous figure imaginable. He was dressed in a swallow-tail and top hat, had long whiskers and after alighting he pulled out an old horse weight and proceded to attach it to his plane before strolling away.