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Page 8 24. Never take a machine into the air until you are familiar with its controls and instrunents. 25. If an emergency occurs while flying, land as soon as possible. I NEVER SAW A PASSPORT PHOTO I DIDN'T LIKE PHOTOGRAPH OT BF.AR(-R iOlOGRAPHIE DU TITULAIRE I learned more about Jorgen Martin Jorgensen from his passport than I ever knew about him when he lived at the end of our block. His house stood almost on the spot where there had once been a modest, ’’wallflower" cottage hidden behind a sho\\/y garden. I faintly remember its owners, an elderly couple v/ith weathered skin and silvery hair, his so curly one seldom sees its like. One summer’s day, the woman called me in and gave me two orange coloured tree ornaments. Being just a tad, the thought never occurred to me that it was a mite unusual to be rummaging through Christmas decorations in July. To my elders, of course , it was obvious. The old folks were packing it in - or packing it up, for not long afterwards, they were gone. The cottage soon followed and a new Tudor-style house arose in its place, raw white and dark brown, exposed to everyone and everything. Mr. Jorgensen moved in and to his face I never called him anything else. He was skinny and old and he owned a Doberman pinscher that scared me witless. He swam at 17th Beach and if it wasn’t year round, it sure seemed that way. My clearest recollection of him was in a black wool swimsuit, the black dog always at his side, menacing and sleek from the salt chuck. The passport notes that Jorgen Martin Jorgensen was bom in Denmark at Banders, Jutland on August 6, 1870, so I was right about him being old in the thirties - though I see things differently today having reached the same age myself. He wasn’t very tall - 5’7%’’. His eyes were grey and his hair white. Mr. Jorgensen became a Canadian citizen under the Canadian Citizenship Act on May 23rd, 1922, the Certificate of Naturalization having been issued at Ottawa. In his 34th year as a Canadian citizen, Mr. Jorgensen applied for a passport. There may have been other passports in the in-between years but the one at hand is from 1956 and it was valid for all countries. Was Mr. Jorgensen planning a trip to Denmark? I don’t know for the passport was never used. A newspaper clipping from ’’Today’s Chuckle’’ has been pasted above ’’Photograph of Bearer’’. It says:- ’’If you really look like your passport photo, chances are you are not well enough to travel’’. I like Mr. Jorgensen’s passport photo. He was 86 years old when it was taken and he looks exactly as I remember him - minus the Doberman.