The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-04-27

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poised for stroke let fly her brassie
Look down there by De Leon, Mis-
Della, all of them at their sun baths
I tell you there's nothing like warn
rays for getting the rheumatism on
of you"
"Why-why-geel"
what, Miss Della7"
"Gee, whiz!"
Miss Della !"
e" must have been dreaming. Look,
will youl 1t never struck me before.
Look u there. What a field for a
flight !"
"a fight?'
what a rise a 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.
I tell you it's a pleasure to be down
here with all those big names, eh,
Miss Della?"
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
insistent as the up and down rune
of a 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.
MIR. RileyF" she cried and clapped
her hands.
The proprietor of the Hotel Cadil-
lac raised two hundred pounds of
democracy and affability from a slat
bench and executed an ambitious bow.
Woodworking to you, little lady,
and If you aren't as clipper as a
as usual"
Toward Mr.. CAM the proprietor of
the Hotel Cadillac extended a heavy
hearty arm.
swell, CAM, how are my springs
treating you?"
"Great, Mr.. Riley, except somehow
my joints"
"Mr. Riley, I've got an ideaW
you've got an idea, little Miss Del
a? That's nothing new for you"
ut just hit me bling in the eye. 1t
immense, Mr.. Riley"
what is it now, little one, a dance
n the grill or a long-distance water
contest?"
II want you to look, Mr.. Riley; you,
dr. CAM and Mr.. Hirkhimer; you,
DIR. Chalmers and Mr.. Mango and Mr..
Iobenz. Look, Mrs. Van Ritz, out
here over the fields and what do you
ee? Look"
II see ride in vrondt of me, Miss
one FREDDY little gur-rl."
"Oh, oh, look again, Mr.. Hirkhimer;
'ou, Mr.. Riley, Mr.. Lobenz. ALI of
GU! Don't you seer
Mr.. Percival Chalmers, of Boston,
eaned forward, his hands clasped
yer the top of his cane.
BEG pardon, where did you sayT"
'ThereI There % cried Miss Kess-
er, and sprang at a bound to a bench,
landing aloft there with her arm out
ung full stretch.
where, Miss Kessler?"
There, Mr.. Mango. Out there be-
)re you, ladies and gentlemen, is the
natural aviation field in this
reat and glorious country of ours"
Natural What?"
Aviation field. Get me? Why, with
field like that drawn right up along
de the Hotel Cadillac, we can get all .
lie airmen in the world here. Why, it
why, it's immense !"
THAT'S right, little missy, give us a :
.citation. Wake us up around here. ,
ut some pep into US, Ell? Play up!" =
"Play up nothing, Mr.. Riley, and If :
,u're the good hotel man l think you
e, you'll sit up and take notice of I
hat I'm telling you. Out there in }
at fiat country with nothing but ant
lis for obstacles, you've got the MAX {
g of a record-breaking aero meet S
it'll nothing but class A exhibits fly
and the biggest crowd down here n
at these springs ever dreamed of f
wing in a million years. Just look ! \
water, no hills, no t~reacherous air n
rrents. Nothing but country fiat as :
Y. An exhibition flight down here :
III be a riot. 1 tell you. A riotI" =
by golly, she's right! !" said Hir- :
mer. by golly, a man lige you, n
ley, with such a following lige you
It in Indiana could mage for your ),
rings here a sensation" =
Get the crowds down here" con-
1ued Miss Kessler, enthusiastically, u
got the whole Middle West to 9,
On and the East and the South, r
o, for that matter, I tell you, it's a r.
eat scheme, MI. Riley. Aviation's the p
question of peace and war. Let's
a hight / just wonder it didn't tt
me before. I know the whole air M
l know them all, I tell you, tr
"a II you big bugs will get up the
rse, can get you any of the fancy
ers of the world down mere for an tie