The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-03-02

see it yet! What's your full
name?"
patricia Friday" So he was
a westerner! With graceful move
ments and deep brown eyes
Were you a rancher out there?'
He looked at her, smiling
again. I'm asking the questions
But the answer is yes"
Are you terribly angry al
me. Mr.. Carr"
Nope" He was writing on q
form.
II was-I guess l was awful
ly nervy."
yep"
what did you mean by soar
ing?"
He turned to her again, stud.
led her in fresh establishment.
"You mean you don't know?
Honest?"
1.-THE dictionary-it-"
Soaring isn't in many die.
tionaries yet. Not our kind. It.:
the same as gliding, only more
So"
Their eyes held, until he
smiled again.
You remember Crete" he
went on. THE Germans took il
with paratroops dropped out oil
gliders. Gliders, see? Airplanes
without motors. Soaring is fly
ing in those planes. Only"
"Oh OH"
He caught her heightened in.
terest.
"Mmmm! Sounds exciting, eh?
Okay, Miss Friday, it is! I'm here
to tell you soaring is more fur
than power flying. Easier, and
safer, too. Now look"
His boyish enthusiasm had him
again. For five minutes he lee
tured Pat, and she was a fasci-
mated pupil. He leaned close to
her, he swayed back, describing
things with his hands. 1t was q
mere five minutes, but that was
long enough for Pat to feel some.
thing brand-new yelling within
her. Moreover, it was grand
something. She hadn't time tc
understand it fully, but it was
the most delightful, most exalt.
ing feeling she had ever known!
Soaring? 1t had to do with air.
craft, yes; but it had to do with
her own consciousness, too! Jim.
ME Carr had sent her spirits
soaring sky high.
You're hired" He turned
abruptly to his desk again, writ.
ing. ~"What's your age?"
"Its-22."
"Mmm. Height"
Five feet one. Almost two
Maybe l could"
Weight"
I'm dieting. l think I car
make"
He wrinkled his nose at her
impishly grinning. Ninety.
five?"
"Oh, no! It's 3d."
"Mmm! Fat ladyr'
Il want to gain"
"Married?"
Goodness no! ] mean--no!"
plain NO" He chuckled
ANY incumbrances?"
mo. I'm an orphan. Broth.
er's in the Navy We
"Typing2 Shorthand? Dicta,
phone?"
Yes, sir"
Fifty a week, and it'll be
hard work for while, Miss Fri.
day. / may take you right out to
Elmira with U.S."
"Elmira?"
"Down state here, not far. Ell.
mira, N. Y, is called the soar.
ing capital of America. Nice
town. But we're expanding fast
all over the nation. Don't mino
travel?"
mo. I'd live it,"
Good! Now ! must warn you
Pat stopped him, with a mo.
ton of her hand. "Mr. Carr
those other girls waiting out
side-I can't play dirty!"
Hmm" He waited.
II did sort Of barge in ahead
of themr / mean, that act of mine
taking their names and all
look, talk to all of them and then
decide if you can hire me! You
understand"
He sat back in his swivel
chair, studying her. His smile
was gentler now. Less teasing
More respectful. Pat felt like a
heel.
He might have said more, but
the office door opened and a tall
new girl came in. Instantly there
was a touch of fragrance in the
room, new fragrance. And a
very air of superior quality!
The new one was like thing
from the fashion pages. Statu-
esque. Cool. Perfectly posed, and
perfect to look at. AS if Pat new