The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-07-06

sky. Oh! Oh! OH"
But, Miss Della, l know a young
man got consumption from such high
air as that He"
IT'S the boys with the. dreams and
the imagination and the fifth dimen-
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 v0lplane in the great exhibit
! flights at Great Neck. There's a fell
| low who slept on park benches and
ate from door TO door, so ne could put
every cent in perfecting that engine
of his. Take Arch Meyer, the fellow l
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 and housekeeping the
loop four times his first exhibit, that
his heavy machine is the most prac-
teal"
OuI " SCI bdNNs illllt NulcA, W
that nest for two. Don't think, Miss
Della, this pain in my left side is
sciatica. It's just like, Miss Della, you
had taken a little arrow and stabbed
me right through the heart
"What l was trying to show you,
Mr. CAM, is that you're wrong about
flying. If you were to get yourself
interested in the greatest invention
of all time and put up 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 vitals, Mr..
GAM. 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,
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 me die"
There was Il time, Miss Della, l
was just like you, nothing could get
the best of me. There's nothing the
p,ottor with mo po,r- Mice nalIo ay
cept all that's ailing me since my
mother died is-I-I need 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"
ITS living around without a home
has done it, Miss Della. When l had
a regular living l had my health, and
and when l get my health, and
Della, I'm as clipper as they come"
"Of course, you are"
Home cooking is all | need, Miss
Della. My doctor says if l stick to my
diet and keep out of the night air
until the swelling gets out of my
joints"
Look" cried Miss Kessler, sudden
ly throwing back her head to sniff the
fumes Of autumn, why its just like
coming out Of twilight into high noon,
isn't It? Look at those links and the
fiat country beyond staring back at
the sun. Geo.
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 DellaT
"Gee, whiz! !"
Miss Della!"
81 must have been dreaming. Look,
will you! 1t never struck me before.
Look out there. What a field for a
flight"
"A fightf"
what a rise biplane could get
off land like this. What a rise!"
"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 you it's pleasure to be down
here with all those big names, Ell,
Miss DellaT'
On benches dragged from the shade
trees pat out into the white morning,
a group of Hotel Cadillac guests
spread themselves to the sun, the
running line of their conversation as
inslstent as the up and down rune
of bagpipe. Upon the knot of them,
vapidly spread out there as If grouped
by Vatican for a 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 a Stat
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