3 FLIERS KILLED ON WILL ROGERS’
RANCH
PLANE HITS CLIFF ON STORMY TRIP
The tragic end of a night airplane ride was revealed today
when three bodies were found in a wrecked airplane on Will
Rogers’ ranch, in the hills back of Sawtelle.
The plane belonged to Morey Johnson, 747 North Wilcox
Avenue, and at the Lincoln Airways, Inc. flying field it was
stated that he took the plane from it’s hanger after dark
last night and flew away from the field.
The identity of his two companions could not be definitely
learned, with an automobile left at the flying field was a car
which had been rented but to W. G. Hogge, aviator, residing
at 2446 Crenshaw Boulevard. At this address it was
declared Hogge had checked out of his apartment
yesterday, and the Jean Lavoie, his roommate, left at the
same time. Lavoie is also an aviator.
The plane was identified through the department of
commerce number it carried. At Lincoln Airways, Inc.,
flying field it was said that Johnson and his two
companions arrived after the regular airport staff had
departed and that he took the ship out of its stall and flew
from the field.
At the time of the take-off the weather was far from
pleasant and rain was falling. The flying field watchman
immediately turned on the flood lights and kept them going
until about 8:30, but the plane did not return.
This morning a watchman on the Will Rogers’ Ranch found
the tangled wreckage of Johnson’s plane. He immediately
notified police authorities and a posse of officers went to
the scene. When they arrived at the scene, they called it
necessary to carry the bodies, a considerable distance on
stretchers because the spot where the crash occurred was
not able to be reached by automobile.
The plane, a Travelair biplane, had apparently been flying
very low and crashed into the side of the rugged hill. The
motor was buried deep in the earth and the fuselage was
telescoped. The wings were smashed to pieces. The
bodies were crammed against instrument boards and
officers declared that the men met instant death.
Although the tragedy occurred only a short distance from
the Rogers’ home, it was not heard and the first intimation
of the accident came when the watchman spotted the
wreckage this morning.
While police were busy attempting to remove the bodies to
a branch morgue at Sawtelle, department of commerce
officials got the wheels in motion for a thorough
investigation into the crash. Every angle of the affair will
be thoroughly probed, they declared.
Little is known of Johnson at Lincoln Airways, Inc. airport,
other than the fact that he recently purchased his plane
there. He is declared to have a father residing in Los
Angeles. His mother, Mrs. Catherine Fyaningtas, is said to
reside in either Portland or Seattle.
RANCH
PLANE HITS CLIFF ON STORMY TRIP
The tragic end of a night airplane ride was revealed today
when three bodies were found in a wrecked airplane on Will
Rogers’ ranch, in the hills back of Sawtelle.
The plane belonged to Morey Johnson, 747 North Wilcox
Avenue, and at the Lincoln Airways, Inc. flying field it was
stated that he took the plane from it’s hanger after dark
last night and flew away from the field.
The identity of his two companions could not be definitely
learned, with an automobile left at the flying field was a car
which had been rented but to W. G. Hogge, aviator, residing
at 2446 Crenshaw Boulevard. At this address it was
declared Hogge had checked out of his apartment
yesterday, and the Jean Lavoie, his roommate, left at the
same time. Lavoie is also an aviator.
The plane was identified through the department of
commerce number it carried. At Lincoln Airways, Inc.,
flying field it was said that Johnson and his two
companions arrived after the regular airport staff had
departed and that he took the ship out of its stall and flew
from the field.
At the time of the take-off the weather was far from
pleasant and rain was falling. The flying field watchman
immediately turned on the flood lights and kept them going
until about 8:30, but the plane did not return.
This morning a watchman on the Will Rogers’ Ranch found
the tangled wreckage of Johnson’s plane. He immediately
notified police authorities and a posse of officers went to
the scene. When they arrived at the scene, they called it
necessary to carry the bodies, a considerable distance on
stretchers because the spot where the crash occurred was
not able to be reached by automobile.
The plane, a Travelair biplane, had apparently been flying
very low and crashed into the side of the rugged hill. The
motor was buried deep in the earth and the fuselage was
telescoped. The wings were smashed to pieces. The
bodies were crammed against instrument boards and
officers declared that the men met instant death.
Although the tragedy occurred only a short distance from
the Rogers’ home, it was not heard and the first intimation
of the accident came when the watchman spotted the
wreckage this morning.
While police were busy attempting to remove the bodies to
a branch morgue at Sawtelle, department of commerce
officials got the wheels in motion for a thorough
investigation into the crash. Every angle of the affair will
be thoroughly probed, they declared.
Little is known of Johnson at Lincoln Airways, Inc. airport,
other than the fact that he recently purchased his plane
there. He is declared to have a father residing in Los
Angeles. His mother, Mrs. Catherine Fyaningtas, is said to
reside in either Portland or Seattle.
| This article is about my Grandfather Wilton G. Hogge's death at the age of 28 years. |
| Ariel of the Will Roger's Ranch |
VICTIM OF PLANE CRASH AT ONE TIME
VISITED NORFOLK
Cab Driver’s Card Found In Pocket of Wilton Hogge
Leads to Inquiry Here
A card given a cab passenger by H. Decker, driver for the
Diamond Cab Company, was found on the person of Wilton
Hogge, who was killed Wednesday in an airplane crash in
Los Angeles, California. It was learned yesterday by Mr.
Decker, a telegram was received here last night by the cab
driver from a Los Angeles undertaker, asking him to locate
Hogge’s relatives, and to notify them of his death.
Mr. Decker’s card, which he gives to each person who rides
in his cab, bears his name and the phone number of the
cab company. Such a card was found in the dead man’s
pocket following the airplane crash in which he and two
other men met death. Decker said last night that he did
not know the man by name and was unable to say whether
he was a Norfolk man or had just been there on visist and
happened to ride in his cab.
The telegram was turned over to police who will endeavor
to locate relatives of the dead man. He was not listed in
the city directory. The Associated Press dispatch of the
fatal plan wreck, which was carried in the Virginian-Pilot.
Thursday morning gave Hogge’s age as 35 years and said he
was a pilot.
VISITED NORFOLK
Cab Driver’s Card Found In Pocket of Wilton Hogge
Leads to Inquiry Here
A card given a cab passenger by H. Decker, driver for the
Diamond Cab Company, was found on the person of Wilton
Hogge, who was killed Wednesday in an airplane crash in
Los Angeles, California. It was learned yesterday by Mr.
Decker, a telegram was received here last night by the cab
driver from a Los Angeles undertaker, asking him to locate
Hogge’s relatives, and to notify them of his death.
Mr. Decker’s card, which he gives to each person who rides
in his cab, bears his name and the phone number of the
cab company. Such a card was found in the dead man’s
pocket following the airplane crash in which he and two
other men met death. Decker said last night that he did
not know the man by name and was unable to say whether
he was a Norfolk man or had just been there on visist and
happened to ride in his cab.
The telegram was turned over to police who will endeavor
to locate relatives of the dead man. He was not listed in
the city directory. The Associated Press dispatch of the
fatal plan wreck, which was carried in the Virginian-Pilot.
Thursday morning gave Hogge’s age as 35 years and said he
was a pilot.
MOTHER OF AIRPLANE VICTIM, NOTIFIED OF DEATH
OF HER SON
Chief of Police A. A. McPherson this morning notified Mrs.
George Hogge of this city, of the death of her son Wilton G.
Hogge, aged 30, who was killed in an airplane accident
which occurred March 4 in Los Angeles, California, Chief
McPherson also wired notification of the death of Mr. Hogge
to the victim’s father at Lynnhaven.
The following telegram was received here at midnight last
night from Los Angeles requesting the chief of police to
locate if possible George Hogge, father of the young man
killed in the airplane accident.
“Locate George Hogge in oyster business, father of Wilton
G. Hogge killed in airplane accident March 4. He has wife
and four children in vicinity of Morrison or Northampton.
Burial cremation or shipment must be tomorrow. Reply at
once.
OF HER SON
Chief of Police A. A. McPherson this morning notified Mrs.
George Hogge of this city, of the death of her son Wilton G.
Hogge, aged 30, who was killed in an airplane accident
which occurred March 4 in Los Angeles, California, Chief
McPherson also wired notification of the death of Mr. Hogge
to the victim’s father at Lynnhaven.
The following telegram was received here at midnight last
night from Los Angeles requesting the chief of police to
locate if possible George Hogge, father of the young man
killed in the airplane accident.
“Locate George Hogge in oyster business, father of Wilton
G. Hogge killed in airplane accident March 4. He has wife
and four children in vicinity of Morrison or Northampton.
Burial cremation or shipment must be tomorrow. Reply at
once.
Article about Robert and Horace Hogge:
Two in Service Mark Birthdays
T/Sgt. Robert L. Hogge and S/Sgt. Horace S. Hogge, sons of
Mrs. Luzette Hogge, of 750-28th St., Newport News, are
celebrating their respective birthdays this month.
Robert, stationed at Naha Air Force Base on Okinawa since
Dec. of 1951, will be 25 years olf Friday. His brother
celebrated his 23rd birthday Feb. 3, at Suffolk AFB in Long
Island, N.Y.
Sergeant Robert Hogge is married to the former Mary Bruzzi
and they are parents of a son, Robbie. She lives with her
parents Mr. and Mrs. Frank Bruzzi in Pawtucket, R.I. Horace
makes his home with his wife and son in East Quogue, Long
Island. She is the former Audrey Carter of the Long Island
city. They are the parents of a son, Michael.
The airmen are natives of Newport News and attended
Newport New High School. They both entered service on the
same day, Feb. 13, 1947
Two in Service Mark Birthdays
T/Sgt. Robert L. Hogge and S/Sgt. Horace S. Hogge, sons of
Mrs. Luzette Hogge, of 750-28th St., Newport News, are
celebrating their respective birthdays this month.
Robert, stationed at Naha Air Force Base on Okinawa since
Dec. of 1951, will be 25 years olf Friday. His brother
celebrated his 23rd birthday Feb. 3, at Suffolk AFB in Long
Island, N.Y.
Sergeant Robert Hogge is married to the former Mary Bruzzi
and they are parents of a son, Robbie. She lives with her
parents Mr. and Mrs. Frank Bruzzi in Pawtucket, R.I. Horace
makes his home with his wife and son in East Quogue, Long
Island. She is the former Audrey Carter of the Long Island
city. They are the parents of a son, Michael.
The airmen are natives of Newport News and attended
Newport New High School. They both entered service on the
same day, Feb. 13, 1947
T’AINT OYSTER LAND IT WAS,
CAP’N SIGHS AFTER 78 YEARS
G. W. Hogge Regrets Changes That Time Has
Brought Since He Stood on a Box in His Pa’s
Dugout Canoe
By Davis Barker
These are the shore years now and the Old Captain lives in his
little cabin off Long Creed between Lynnhaven and Broad
Bay. In fair weather when the rheumatism isn’t so bad, he
can still go out in his flatboat and tong up a dozen bushels of
plump, juicy Lynnhaven oysters. But 84 years have taken
their toll and he isn’t the champion oysterman he once was.
“T’aint the oyster country it once was, either,” the Captain
said.
The Captain – Capt. G. W. Hogge – shifted his plug of tobacco,
and sniffing the wind’s direction, spat to leeward. A query on
the state of the oyster trade brought a sour look to his weather-
burnished face. He took a line down a row of oyster-bed stakes
with a measuring, sailorman’s eye. “Nothing to speak of,” he
said with finality.
--For 78 Years he knew what he was talking about. Man and
boy, for 78 years, Captain Hogge has been an oysterman, and
his father before him, grandfather and great-grandfather too.
“Guess the Hogges been oystermen as long as anybody
knows,” the Captain allowed. “I started when I was six, a
standin’ on a box cullboard. Been oysterin’ ever since.
Those were the days, the Captain thinks. Oystermen made
their own canoes out of logs and tonged with care, throwing
back unusable oysters to enrich the beds. In that dispilined
school, he grew up. When but is , he had his own 250-bushel
boat with which he supplied oysters to Norfolk to Baltimore.
CAP’N SIGHS AFTER 78 YEARS
G. W. Hogge Regrets Changes That Time Has
Brought Since He Stood on a Box in His Pa’s
Dugout Canoe
By Davis Barker
These are the shore years now and the Old Captain lives in his
little cabin off Long Creed between Lynnhaven and Broad
Bay. In fair weather when the rheumatism isn’t so bad, he
can still go out in his flatboat and tong up a dozen bushels of
plump, juicy Lynnhaven oysters. But 84 years have taken
their toll and he isn’t the champion oysterman he once was.
“T’aint the oyster country it once was, either,” the Captain
said.
The Captain – Capt. G. W. Hogge – shifted his plug of tobacco,
and sniffing the wind’s direction, spat to leeward. A query on
the state of the oyster trade brought a sour look to his weather-
burnished face. He took a line down a row of oyster-bed stakes
with a measuring, sailorman’s eye. “Nothing to speak of,” he
said with finality.
--For 78 Years he knew what he was talking about. Man and
boy, for 78 years, Captain Hogge has been an oysterman, and
his father before him, grandfather and great-grandfather too.
“Guess the Hogges been oystermen as long as anybody
knows,” the Captain allowed. “I started when I was six, a
standin’ on a box cullboard. Been oysterin’ ever since.
Those were the days, the Captain thinks. Oystermen made
their own canoes out of logs and tonged with care, throwing
back unusable oysters to enrich the beds. In that dispilined
school, he grew up. When but is , he had his own 250-bushel
boat with which he supplied oysters to Norfolk to Baltimore.
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