Dawn to Dusk
At three o'clock on a dark June morning at Mitchell Field, U. S. Army's aerodrome at Mineola, L. I., Lieutenant Russell L. Maughan was awakened and informed by the meteorologist that he could attempt his dawn to dusk flight from the Atlantic to the Pacific.
Lieutenant Maughan got up, dressed, went to the mess, called for scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, wandered about nibbling a cantaloupe.
After breakfast he was driven to the sheds. Mechanics were busy wheeling the twelve-cylinder Girtiss aeroplane out of its hangar. The engine was tested; it...
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