Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-05-25

fumes of autumn, "why it's just like
coming out OF twilight into high noon,
isn't it? Look at those links and the
flat country beyond staring back at
the sun. Gee!''
They had emerged from the leafy
shade of the woods into the white
light of a sun-drenched morning. In
the middle distance on the close
cropped links, woman buoyantly
poised for stroke let fly her brassie.
Look down there by De Leon, Miss
Della, all of them at their sun baths.
| tell you there's nothing like warm
rays for getting the rheumatism out
of you"
"Why-why-gee!"
"what, Miss Della?"
"Gee, Whit"
'Miss Della!"
81 must have been dreaming. Look,
will you! 1t never struck me before.
Look out there. What a field for
flight! !"
"a flight?"
"What rise a biplane could get
off land like this. What riser
"Just look over there in the sun,
will you? Tom Riley, himself, Hirk-
himer, them two big guns from New
York and the whole crowd of them.
l tell yot it's a pleasure to be down
here with all those big names, Ell,
Miss Della?"
On benches dragged from the shade
| trees pat out into the white morning,
group of Hotel Cadillac guests
spread themselves to the sun, the
running line of their conversation as
insistent as the up and down rune
of bagpipe. Upon the knot of them,
vapidly spread out there as if grouped
| by Vatican for conceit in Oil, Miss
Kessler flashed her inspired eyes.
''Mr. Riley!". she cried and clapped
! her hands.
The proprietor of the Hotel Cadil-
lac raised two hundred pounds of
democracy and affability from Stat
| bench and executed an ambitious bow.
Good-morning to you, little lady,
and if you aren't as clipper as a
chipmunk as usual"
Toward Mr.. GAM the proprietor of
the Hotel Cadillac extended a heavy
hearty arm.
swell, CAM, how are my springs
treating your"
"Great, Mr.. Riley, except somehow
my joints"
''Mr. Riley, I've got an idea I"
you've got an idea, little Miss Del
la? That's nothing new for you."
'Tt just hit me bling in the eye. 1t
its immense, Mr.. Riley"
"What is it now, little one, dance
in the grill or long-distance water
drinking contest?"
81 want you to look, Mr.. Riley; you,
Mr.. GAM and Mr.. Hirkhimer; you,
Mr.. Chalmers and Mr.. Mango and Mr..
Lobenz. Look, Mrs. Van Ritz, out
there over the fields and what do you
see? Look 70
Il see ride in vrondt of me, Miss
Gezzler, one FREDDY little gur-rl."
"Oh, oh, look again, Mr.. Hirkhimer;
you, Mr.. Riley, Mr.. Lobenz. All Of
you Don't you see?"
Mr.. Percival Chalmers, of Boston,
leaned forward his hands clasped
over the top of his cane.
BEG pardon, where did you say?"
"Therel There!" cried Miss Kess-
Ter, and sprang at bound to bench,
standing aloft there with her arm out
flung full stretch.
"Where, Miss Kessler?"
'There, Mr.. Mango. Out there be-
fore you, ladies and gentlemen, is the
greatest natural aviation field in this
great and glorious country Of ours"
Natural what?"
aviation field. Get me? Why, with
a field like that drawn right up along
side the Hotel Cadillac, we can get all
the airmen in the world here. Why, 1t
why, it's immensew
"That's right, little missy, give us a
recitation. Wake us up around here.
Put some pep into us, Ell? Play up!"
"Play up nothing, Mr.. Riley, and IL
| you're the good hotel man think you
| are, you'll sit up and take notice Of
what I'm telling you. Out there in
that flat country with nothing but ant
hills for obstacles, you've got the max
ing of record-breaking aero meet
with nothing but class A exhibits fly
ing, and the biggest crowd down here
that these springs ever dreamed of
having in million years. Just look
No water, no hills, no treacherous air
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