Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-14

grindstoners, who have given the
world the jolts and the modern con-
veniences. Take Bjorn Bjordstedt, the
first man to volplane in the great ex-
hibit flights at Great Neck. There's a
fellow who slept on park benches and
ate from door to door. so he could put
every cent in perfecting that engine
Of his. Take Arch Meyer the follow
l was telling you about. That boy
could make easy money in any BUSH
ness he made up his mind to, but what
does he do, give up his dream? He
does not. He's going to demonstrate
by fancy flying and double looping the
! loop four times his first exhibit. that
his heavy machine is the most prac-
tVN7HAT I was trying to show you.
Mr.. Ganz. is that you're wrong
about flying. If you were to get your
self interested in the greatest inven-
ton Of all time and putup purse now
and then for fancy flying, to help
along the boys who are grinning back
at death and making the history of
the aeroplane, you'd get SO wrapped
up in the vitals that make a heavier
than air machine fly. and-that may
be you'd forget your own vitals, Mr..
CAM"
why, I'd rather put up a purse just
to see you smile at me like that. Miss
Della. I'd rather spend $4,000 on a
smile like that than on two airships."
Just try to imagine yourself flying
at night. Mr.. CAM. with the air like
ink around you. and
The night air is bad for me. Miss
Della, my joints"
Might air" cried Miss Della. thrust
ing her face forward as II she would
drink in aerial champagne. why. the
day they shut in my sleeping porch at
home and I've got to stop smelling
the stars all night, then let me die,
say I. let me die"
There was time. Misc Della.
was Just like you. nothing could get
the best of me. There's nothing the
matter with me now. Miss Della. ex-
cept all that's ailing me since my
mother died ISL need home. Miss
Della: regular meals again and-and
somebody toto care one way or an
, other about me, little Cutey. som ebody
"Pease. Mr.. CAM. don't
IT'S living around without a home
has done it, Miss Della. When l had a
regular living 1 had my health. and
I'm as clipper as they come
''Of course, you are.
Home cooking is all l need, Miss
! Della. Ny doctor says Il 1 stick to
nv diet and keep out OF the hiBnt saE
until the swelling gets out OF my
They had emerged from the 1eafy
shade Of tho woods into the white
Iight of a sun-drenched morning. In
| the middle distance-on the close
cropped links, a woman buoyantly
poised for stroke let fly her brassie.
In the distance the village OF Cadfl-
, lie, modest of steeple and spire. IN
terrupted for a moment the fertile
sweep of country, then 1T took up
again. pouring on into the horizon.
| "Look down there by de Leon, MISS
Della, all Of them at their sun pains.
l tell you there's nothing IKE warm
rays for getting the rheumatism out
of you"
/ 'Why-why-gee!
| what, Miss Della?
! Gee, whiZ!"
Miss Della"
! II must have been dreaming. Look.
will Won! 1t never struck me before.
Look out there! What neld TOT
flight"
"A flight"
| What a rise a biplane could get OF
| LAND like this! What a RISE"
The proprietor of the Hotel cadillac
raised two hundred pounds of democ-
racy and affability from Stat bench
and executed an ambitious bow.
Good morning to you, little lady,
and II you aren't as chipper as CHIP
munk, as usual"
The light pstter Of polite greeting
lpassed around. Three men rose and