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

O "hSVu MUNSTER, ike the restored
bulk of some antediluvian monster Of
earth and air, shot forward in a
straight line, whizzing down the smooth
race of the field. A shout went with
It and the human hedge, five faces
deep, was suddenly white with up
turned faces.
"Raugh! Ch-e-e-e-ew
Tip-tilting suddenly, as if it had
drawn its talons up and under, it
rose in perfect whirring flight.
"Oh, mOmmy! mommy!"
Cot in Himmel, a boy should take
such chances! !"
Hes testing the wind. See, the
current is buffeting him a little"
"Oh, my God, his engine missed
then! Hear? oh, my brother Hold
my hands-Max"
See, papa, he's picking up again.
Now he's edging into the wind His
controls are working perfect He's
climbing. See him mount! See him
mount! Oh! oh! OH
The throbbing of the engine was
SNNtNAilN lCiuOlt, llltli IlbIG IGIlOlG,
as if tulle portieres of air and space
were drawing together as the machine
flew through them into uncharted al
titudes
Finally silence and only a white
sea of faces turned upward to black
eagle, flying against star-spangled
sky and circling over the field once,
twice, thrice.
Hes getting ready to loop. He's
looping! Look, he's dipping for the
first loop, Oh, mommy!"
Colt in Himmelw
"Oh, my brother!'
Suddenly the remote flying thing
dipped bit and from beneath its
planes two streamers of fire streaked
the sky.
A great booming shout rose.
"Oh, my brother! It's the fireworks
I'm afraid of, Maxi"
Hell dip now. Watch, mommy,
he'll dip now"
The machine fell toward into
loop, curving up again, down again,
up again. the red comet-tails circum-
scribing its double course in fire.
"One" rose in bOmbardment from
the crowd
The heroglyphic of fire hung for
moment, then another vertical dive
and another double circle of fire.
1.-Two"
"Twow
MAX, my-my poor knees won't
hold me-"
poor, poor little knees!'
Three"
MAX, dear, 1 think I'm going to
faint"
I'm here little one, to catch you"
whats that falling down? Chew
ing-gum! Take a piece, Max dear.
Tits good for you after meals"
Miss Della Kessler twined her small
hands together and beneath that gale
of voices, spoke quietly upward.
STEADY, Arch" she said. "Only once
more, Arch. Steady You've looped
three and you can make it four.
Steady, Arch. Steady"
A light jeer rose from the crowd.
"S'matter up there! Cold feet?
Three amt four! What's got you?
Dizzy? Loop her up there! Loop her
up"
only once more, Arch. Steady, old
boy!"
Loop her up there! Che-e-e-e"
"What if his engine is"
-Four" And with the great spiral
Of fire from the final loop still drag
ging across the sky, the hum of the
descending engine grilling down again
into the night, and the silent swoOp of
an engine volplaning, Miss Della Kess-
Ter stood quiet amid the tumult of a
crowd gone mad, a booming in her ears
but her little face still upward in the
attitude of flower.
Through the human swarm, which
had burst the ropes and flowed like
water from a broken main across the
field and toward the aircraft Just
settling itself to earth with its wings
ever spread, Miss Della Kessler
gouged, wormed elbowed her little
way. Men with their shouts still
smoking on their lips resisted the
small figure and granted her reluctant
right of way. In the tight tangle i'm
mediately surrounding the machine,
the crimson sweater was quite torn
from her, but she emerged into the
small guarded area about the still
coughing craft, as it hurtled there out
of the crowd.
From the heart of the winged mon
ster, gOggled, legginged and bulky of
bulk in a double-breasted leather