Clipper, Vol. 11, No. 16, August 18, 1955

              Read From California To Calcutta, From Alaska To Australasia
Voi. 11 No. 16
PUBLISHED BY THE EMPLOYEES OF PAN AMERICAN WORLD AIRWAYS
August 18,1955
INSIDE DARKEST PAKISTAN
Transplanted Secretary With Technical Assistance Mission Finds Life Is Literally "The Cat's Meow"
ONE OF PAKISTAN'S PACK OF CAMELS
This exclusive picture smuggled out of Karachi gives a revealing sight of life with the Pan American technical mission that is working with Pakistan International Airlines. Shown, from left to right, are an unnamed camel, Frances Swartout and Hope Mallory. Those circular objects around the camel’s legs are bell»—put there to warn unwary pedestrians that the camels are coming.
THE BUSINESS IS THERE
Approval Of Pan American's Atlantic Coast Route Application Would Provide Impetus To Air Cargo
As hearings before the CAB Examiner continued on Pan American’s application for a certificate to provide service on the East Coast of the United States the company pressed the point that such certification would be of great benefit to shippers.
Figures submitted at the hearing showed that more than 65,000,000 pounds of air cargo a year moving into Miami for shipment southbound arrive there by surface because of the lack of adequate air cargo service along the East Coast.
If granted the route Pan American proposed to initially operate
ten weekly all-cargo flights. Within one year this frequency would be upped to 28 such flights a week. PAA also plans to reduce air cargo rates for through shipments if -it is awarded the route.
Edward Hudak, cargo sales manager for Pan American, cited these points in support of the company’s contention that the present air cargo service is inadequate:
1.	Half of the air shipments that Pan American forwards to Latin America from Miami arrive from the Northeast by surface means.
2.	Air cargo service from Phila-
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First PAD member of the Pakistan trek to let the home folks know how things are cooking in Karachi is wide-eyed Fran Swartout, former secretarial luminary of legal HQ at SFO, and now senior secretary out yonder.
Fran’s wide-eyed report, contained in a personal multi-page letter to Grace Rebele, Pubrel’s senior sec, told a tale of hamadryads and shieks, of Hispano-Suizas and camels, of the guttural glottals of the Urdu language—but not one word about heat.
Fran’s encounter with the venomous King Cobras, she relates, came about when she was on an innocent window shopping expedition along Karachi’s version of the rue de la Paix.
She was admiring the figure clothed in cool cottons that revealed itself as she walked along before some newly installed plate glass in a shop window.
She barked her shin on something and at the same time was aware of a thin, reedy piping in a minor oriental key.
Fran gazed down to see what had arrested her progress. It was a crudely-made basket. From the top of the basket, within snapping distance of her legs, waved the hoods of a couple of cobras, their hard little gem-like eyes seemingly glittering at the morsel so near their fangs.
Fran outdid the leaping gazelles that are found in the hinterland of Karachi and from the ten-foot distance of her leap, looked back. The reptiles were still swaying their heads back and forth. And their keeper, a character strayed from the pages of Kipling, kept on with the minor wailing of his pipe. Fran cast a rupee in the general direction and tottered off.
She and Hope Mallory, Fran reports, are temporarily ensconced in a suite of a leading hotel, the Metropole, complete, with room boys to do their slightest bidding, punkah fans, and the mysterious noises (and smells) of the East coming in through the stone-fretted windows.
Their first couple of evenings, for something to do, they cased the lobby of this hotel. They observed the spectacle of shiek-type men driving up with their richly'
dressed ladies in Hispano-Suizas, Daimlers, and other period autos of noble lineage. British pukka sahibs strolled through, with clipped mustaches, and men with turbans strode through.
Fran writes that current hard times, exchange difficulties and the like, have cut down on the purchase of new Rolls Royces, Cads and‘other new vehicles in this line.
Fran was wounded in one encounter with a carnivore native to the region. She had steppepd into a bookstore to browse around. Suddenly the literary calm was split by a yowl, followed quickly by a screech from Fran, she tells.
Seems that she had stepped on the ear of a snoozing cat, although how the cat’s ear happened to be (Continued on Page 2)
Read This Issue Well—
It's Gotta Last 4 Weeks
Due to the vacation of the CLIPPER editor there will. be no publication two weeks from today.
The next issue will be on the newsstands September 15th.
GO WITH GEORGE
George Pottorff of San Francisco Pubrel, who stands out head-if-not shoulders in the above picture, is the 1955 chairman of the Goal Rushers, boosters club for the San Francisco 49ers. He succeeded Norm Standlee, famed 49er “Big Chief,” who was the club’s first president last year. Employees wishing to join the Goal Rushers can do so by contacting George in Public Relations.