The Nome daily nugget., 1934-12-24
WINGS OVER HOLLYWOOD
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By THAYER WALDO
O by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
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ACChOu yOu Cunp 4NOA AneAA 0esANAe sWhere do you want to go?"
 "Just down to Yuma, Arfz.. and return. Short stopover. But I want fancy flying"
 The airport manager was sum- moned.
 A few moments barley and sev- eral large bills settled the details, Norman was assigned to the flight
 He left them then. heading for the hangar to prepare . ship.
 Outside. however, he paused, per plexity assailing him. The mans face-the visible part of it-was somehow familiar.
 Norman suddenly saw that the girl was leaning out the car window toward him.
 He looked at her and caught his breath. The glasses were of now and the change brought startling recognition. Thelma Moore-the loveliest and most popular ingenue in all Holly wood.
 "Is-is 1t ararnged?" she called.
 There was a shade of shy hesi- tancy in her voice.
 The flyer approached, his puzzle ment deepening
 What was this all about?
 Then the truth dawned on him. That was Roger Bramwell, the fa- nous romantic star, and this thing must be just one more In the cur rent crop of picture colony elope- ments.
 "Why, yes," he answered hastily. conscious of overlong silence; I'm going to take you as soon as a ships warmed up"
 "Oh," she smiled at him a little: t gave her the half-wistful look he remembered best from her films. 'I'm glad it's going to be you. I'll feel very safe"
 "Thanks," he said, and continued toward the hangar.
  Half an hour later a gleaming, low-wing monoplane stood ready on the runway.
 Norman notified his passengers and they came at once.
 Bramwell entered without speak ing, but as the flyer was helping Thelma Moore in. she said: "It's . lovely plane, isn't H?"
 He smiled at her appreclatively.
 "Sure is," he agreed, lone of the sweetest little jobs I've ever seen. First chance I've had to handle her, too"
 "Well, then," Bramwell remarked, closing the cabin door, suppose you start doing it."
 Momentary anger pricked Nor man, but he clambered behind the controls without speaking, threw the little contact switch, and showed down on the starter.
 Already warmed, the powerful motor roared with immediate life; in an instant they were gathering speed along the smooth track.
 Three, four, five hundred yards. and then Norman touched the alti- tude lever.
 Gently the trim craft left ground and commenced to climb.
 Twenty minutes went on in si- lence, save for the cylinders steady drone.
 An unreasoning resentment held Norman as he considered the pair behind him.
 Obviously Bramwell was an irri- table. unpleasant sort, possessed of typical Hollywood temperament.
 And Thelma Moore-well. she certainly seemed deserving of some thing better. Her unspoiled charm, he reflected, was even more evident off-screen than on. Just a sweet kid, probably headed for heart break with that bird who =.
 A hand on his arm interrupted the musing.
 Norman looked around to find the girl beside him.
 Bending closer to be heard above the motor, she asked: -Would you mind very much If I sat up here with you for a whileT
 Her nearness. the faint perfume of her hair thrilled him.
 "Why, of course not" he replied.
 She slipped eagerly into the seat at his side, and Norman glanced back.
 Bramwell was hunched down in his chair. hat over eyes, apparently sound asleep.
 Suddenly. without . splutter of warning, the engine went dead.
 Tn amazement Norman famed the throttle. No response. He damned his foot against the start CT. held it there; pistons whirred merrily, but didn't fire. The altime- ter showed they were falling rapid ly. Less than three thousand feet now. Twenty-nine hun IM. A 4 . A Ima