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

You-you're just beautiful without It."
whenever I fish hard for compli-
ments like that MIR. CAM there's a
fellow at home always says to me, he
says. Cutey. you're hard-working
girl"
"Cutey! That's mighty fine little
name for you. That's just what you
are. Cutey."
They were in the green twilight of
woods. the sun barely hickering
through except at the remote end of
the tanbark walk. Along that shaded
quest of panacea for that-tired-feel-
ing and that-run-down-l look strobe
from spring to spring.
Look" cried Miss Kessler. quicken
ing her companions pace to her. Just
look at them all over there by de Leon
You're right restless down here at
the springs. aren't you. Miss Della"
Restless! Well. rather! Me down
here in the Alimentary Canal zone.
when it's aero week and the motor
cup races at homer
"To think Of little Cutey like you
being so crazy over airships: Aren't
you afraid. Miss Della, to"
Afraid! Why. I've taken two flights
already. I was among those present
.. he carried passenger at the Chicago
meet. went up with Arch Meyer the
first time he tried out his old mono
plane. /"
"Just full Of pep. amt you"
why. there's not an airman ever
dropped in at the office while l was
stenoging that I didn't invite myself
up with. Afraid! Gee. / can taste a
/ flight now. Cloud in my mouth and
rain before it's rain in my face! A
feeling like all of a sudden my feet
are cut free from asphalt and the
Iii n
Up-up-up! With this warty old planet
dropping away like a pebble Off clif.
Scooting on wings through the middle
Of a million years! That's the way it
feels to you, MIR. CAM. to go flying
! through space. If your rudder is YER
teal and the air gusts let the planes
alone"
"Well, Tiff your amt just full of
high jinks. / tell you q fellow like
me. who let's himself get close up to
forty with his nose and eyes to the
grindstone, sometimes just keep them
there from habit unless something like
you comes along to wake him up
you self-made men. Mr. CAM, are
sometimes like homemade flying ma :
chimes: After You got wings you don't
you bet I've been sleeping. Miss
Della. but I'm awake now and-and
you woke me-"
flying. M: CAM: is like any other
I principle Where-
Now just don't you begin to get
| right away from the subject of-you
| and me like you did last night. Miss
Della, when you wouldn't let me say
what I've got in my heart to-"
IT'S you who change the subject,
Mr.. CAM. We were talking about
| aeroplanes and 1 was trying to tell
| you that We were standing on the
edge Of the air age. We've finished
! with the stone age and the iron age
and all the other ages and now we
! are ready for the"
but, Miss Della, what got in my
heart to tell you is more impor-
! tant-''
| There are no limits to the aero
plane, Mr.. GAM. that's what makes II
tains. seas. valleys and rivers won't
be any more of an obstacle to men
hereafter than a relief map is to you
If you wave your hand over IT."
IT worked in an aero office for six
months. Mr.. CAM. I've heard them
talk first-hand and seen. what thG'boys
| with the ideas and the nerve are do
! ing Why, I know a boy right :this
minute is putting the finishing TOUCHES
to a biplane out in his back shed thai
not only is going to do the faneiest
flying this world has ever seen, bat II
ever he can get 1t before the public
is going to give the government the
thrill Of it's life in national defense.
know another fellow. too. Ed Waller
OF Dayton, is