A pilot radioed to Chicago-O'Hare, "O'Hare Tower, J-3 Cub seven five Charlie, enroute to Dallas-Ft. Worth. Declaring in-flight emergency. Have fifty passengers aboard. Request emergency clearance to land."
O'Hare Tower immediately responded, "J-3 Cub seven five Charlie, O'Hare Tower copies in-flight emergency. You are cleared to land on runway one eight, ........ but did you say you're a Piper J-3 Cub en-route to Dallas-Ft. Worth with fifty, that's 'Five Zero' passengers aboard?"
"O'Hare Tower, J-3 Cub seven five Charlie. Affirmative. Have fifty passengers aboard."
As the two seater J-3 Cub safely sputtered to a stop on the runway, dozens of indivduals ran out to see fifty-one people get off the small Cub. The doors sprung open and out jumped the pilot and fifty midgets, all who were wearing Cowboy hats. All the people who had raced down to the runway began laughing. One individual asked, "Where did you get all them midgets?"
The pilot responded, "Them ain't midgets, they're Texans who've had the sh_t kicked out of 'em."
O'Hare Tower immediately responded, "J-3 Cub seven five Charlie, O'Hare Tower copies in-flight emergency. You are cleared to land on runway one eight, ........ but did you say you're a Piper J-3 Cub en-route to Dallas-Ft. Worth with fifty, that's 'Five Zero' passengers aboard?"
"O'Hare Tower, J-3 Cub seven five Charlie. Affirmative. Have fifty passengers aboard."
As the two seater J-3 Cub safely sputtered to a stop on the runway, dozens of indivduals ran out to see fifty-one people get off the small Cub. The doors sprung open and out jumped the pilot and fifty midgets, all who were wearing Cowboy hats. All the people who had raced down to the runway began laughing. One individual asked, "Where did you get all them midgets?"
The pilot responded, "Them ain't midgets, they're Texans who've had the sh_t kicked out of 'em."
