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

you woke me-"
Flying, Mr.. GAM, is like any othe
principle where"
"Now just don't you begin to ge
right away from the subject of-yol
and me like you did last night, Mis-
Della, when you wouldn't let me SAL
what I've got in my heart to-"
IT'S you who changed the subject
Mr.. CAM. We were talking about air.
planes and I was trying to tell you
that we were standing on the edge OF
the air age. We've finished with the
Stone age and the Iron age and all
the other ages and now we are ready
for the"
But, Miss Della, what I got in my
heart to tell you is more important
u
There are no limits to the airplane,
Mr. CAM, that's what makes it the
greatest of all inventions. Mountains,
seas, valleys and rivers won't be any
more of an obstacle to men hereafter
than a relief map is to you, if you
wave your hand over it."
But"
81 worked in an aero office for six
months, Mr.. GAM. I've heard them
talk tirst-hand and seen what ts 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 it 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 he wasn't made for roller
skating or the Almighty would have
given him casters, is that your idea,
Mr.. GanzT
Where I'd like to see you, Miss Del
la, is in a little nest right down here
close to earth in a little elegantly fur
Steamboat and janitor-service
f~at-for-two on the south side of Chi
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
pnuar 1raonno6 a droan1 Vnr11va pnuQr
sat in an airplane and felt it give that
little pulling lift that clears the
ground, and suddenly felt yourself
skimming up past the swallows to the
Oh! Oh! OIL"
but, Miss Della, 1 know a young
man got consumption from such high
air as that. He"
tits 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
Take Bjorn Bjorstedt, the first
man to volplane in the great exhibit
lights at Great Neck. There's a fell
who slept on park benches and
tie from door to door, so he could put
cen in perfecting that engine
f his. Take Arch Meyer, the fellow 1
7as telling you about. That boy could /
lake easy money in any business he {
lade up his mind to, but what does
e do, give up his dream? He does
OF. He's going to demonstrate by
ancy flying and housekeeping the 6
pop four times his first exhibit, that S
is heavy machine is the most prac-
cal =
But to get back, little Cutey, to
hat nest for two. Don't think, Miss ?
leila, this pain in my left side is r
It's just like, Miss Della, you
ad taken a little arrow and stabbed Y
lie right through the heart" q
3 y v
"What 1 was trying to show you, t
Ir. CAM, is that you're wrong about h
ying. If you were to get yourself il
lterested in the greatest invention v
{ all time and put up a purse now ii
nd hen for fancy flying, to help Il
long the boys who are grinning back h
t death and making the history of \
ne airplane, you'd get so wrapped up
/ the vitals that make a heavier-than- :
lr-machine fly, and-that maybe :
ou'd forget your own vitals, Mr.. y
anz. Just try to imagine yourself
ying at night, Mr.. CAM, with the air 4
Ike ink around you, and 4
1.-THE night air is bad for me, Miss .
ella, my joints" ;
might ARP cried Miss Della, .
her face forward as if she !.
ould drink in aerial champagne. +.
Why, the day they shut in my sleep u
g porch at home and I've got to stop l
the stars all night, then let 8
e die, say /, let me die !" q
''There was a time, Miss Della, h
as just like you, nothing could get HI
e best Of me. There's nothing the e;
with me now, Miss Della, ex- a
pt all that's ailing me since my %
other died is-I-I need a home, fl