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

coming out of twilight into high noon,
isn't 1t? Look at those links and the
| fiat country beyond staring back at
| the sun. Gees"
They had emerged from the leafy
shade of the woods into the white
| light Of 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 Dellar
Gee Whit"
Miss Della!"
Il must have been dreaming. Look,
will you! 1t never struck me before
Look out there. What a field for o
hlght!"
"a fiight?"
What rise a biplane could get
off land like this. What a rise p
Just look over there in the sun,
will your Tom Riley, himself, Hirk-
hlmer, them two big guns from New
York and the whole crowd of them.
l tell you it's 4 pleasure to be down
here with all those big names, eh,
Miss DellaT'
On benches dragged from the shade
trees pat cut into the white morning,
group of Hotel Cadillac guests
spread themselves to the sun, the
running line of their conversation as
lnsistent as the up and down rune
of bagpipe. Upon the knot Of them,
vapldly spread out there as IL grouped
by Vatican for conceit In oil, Miss
Kessler flashed her inspired eyes.
"Mr. Rileyl" she cried and clapped
her hands.
The proprietor of the Hotel Cadil-
lac raised two hundred pounds Of
democracy and affability from a Stat
bench and executed an ambitious bow.
"Good-morning to you, little lady.
and If you aren't as clipper as
chipmunk as usual"
Toward Mr. CAM the proprietor Of
the Hotel Cadillac extended a heavy
hearty arm.
"Well, CAM, how are my springs
treating your"
"Great, Mr.. Riley, except somehow
my Joints"
"Mr. Riley, I've got an ideal"
You've got an idea, little Miss Del
LAT That's nothing new for you"
1T just hit me ling in the eye. 1t
its immense, Mr.. Riley"
What is 1t now, little one, a dance
In the grill or a lOng-distance water
drinking contest?"
II want you to look, Mr.. Riley you,
Mr.. CAM 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
seer Look"
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.. PercNai Chalmers, of Boston,
leaned forward, his hands clasped
over the top of his cane.
Beg pardon. where did you saw"
There There.' cried Miss KeSs-
Ter and snrapp at a hound to N hon,b
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 immensen
That's right. little missy, give us a
recitation. Wake us up around here
Put some pep into us, eh2 Play up"
ray up nothing, Mr.. Riley, and If
you're the good hotel man l think you
are, you'll sit up and take notice of
what I'm telling you. Out there in
that fiat country with nothing but ant
hills for obstacles, you've got the max
Ing of a 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