Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-05-18


Dcl'a. but I'm awake now and--anC
you woke me-"
Flying, Mr.. CAM, is like any other
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-"
ITS you who changed the subject,
Mr. GAM. We were talking about air
planes and | was trying to tell you
that we were standing on the edge of
the afr age. We've finished with the
Stone age and the Iron age and all
the other ages and new we are ready
for the"
But, Miss Della, what / got In my
heart to tell you is more important
"Thege are no limits to the airplane,
Mr.. CAM, that's what makes 1t the
greatest of all inventions. Mountains,
seas, valleys and rivers won't be any
more of an obstacle to men hereafter
map 10 W JOup IL yc0
wave your hand over it,"
But"
Il worked In an aero office for six
months, Mr.. CAM. I've heard them
talk frst-hand and seen what the boys
with the ideas and the nerve are do
Ing. Why, l know a boy right this
minute who is putting the finishing
touches to a biplane out In his back
shed that not only Is going to do the
fanciest flying this world has ever
seen, but If ever he can get 1t before
the public, is going to give the gov
eminent the thrill of its life In nation
al defense. l know another fellow,
too, Ed Waller of Dayton, is"
Man wasn't made for flying, Miss
Della, or the Almighty would have
given him wings, just like he wasn't
made for water or he'd have fms"
And h wasn't made for roller
skating the Almighty would have
given hiB casters, is that your idea,
MIR GanzT"
Where I'd like to see you, Miss Del
la, is In little nest right down here
close to earth in little elegantly fur
nished. Steamboat and janitor-Service
fiat-for-two on the south side Of Chi
cago"
You're like mOmmy and papa, you
haven't the vision of an owl In the
sun. That's what's the matter with all
of you. All your noses are worn off at
the end from the grindstOne You've
never dreamed a dream. You've never
sat In an airplane and felt it give that
little pulling lift that clears the
ground, and suddenly felt yourself
slimming up past the swallows to the
sky. Oh oh OH"
But, Miss Della, | know young
man got consumption from such high
air as that tie"
IT'S the boys with the dreams and
the imagination and the fifth dmen-
sion In thinking, Mr. GAM, not the
grindStoners. who have given the
world the jolts and modern convent
ences Take Bjorn Bjorstedt, the first
man to volplane in the great exhibit
flights at Great Neck. There's fell
low who slept OH park benches and
ate from door TO door, so he could put
every cent in perfecting that engine
of his Take Arch Meyer, the fellow |
was telling you about. That boy could
make easy money in any business 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 aud double looping the
loop four times his first exhibit, that
his heavy machine is the most prac-
teal"
But to get back, little Cutey, to
that nest for two. Don't think, Miss
Della, this pain In my left side is
sciRtica. It's just like, Miss Della, you
had taken a little arrow and stabbed
me right through the heart"
"What was trying TO show you.
Air. CAM, is that you're wrong about
flying. Ii you were TO get yourself
Interested In the greatest invention
OF all time and put up a purse now
and then for fancy flying, to help
along the boys who are grinning back
at death and making the history of
the airplane, you'd get so wrapped up
In the vitals that make heavier-than-
air-machine fly, and-that maybe
you'd forget your own vitais, Mr..
CAM. Just try to imagine yourself
flying at night, Mr.. GAM. with the air
like Ink around you, and"
"The night air Is bad for me, Miss
Della, my joints"
might air" cried Miss Della,
thrusting her face forward as If she
would drink in aerial champagne
why, the day they shut In my sleep
Ing porch at home and I've got to stop
smelling the stars all night, then let
me die, say |, let ire diei
There was a time, Miss 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 is--I--I need a home,
Miss Della; regular meals again and
and somebody TOTO care one way
or another about me, little Cutey
somebody to-"
please. Mr.. CAM, don't"
ats living around without a home
has done 1t, Miss Della. when I had
regular living l had my health, and
and when ! get my health, and
Della. I--rm as clipper as they come
''Of course, you are"