The world-fliers are not the cheery men who landed gaily in Croydon, London's airport, and adjourned merrily for refreshments of a pre-prohibition character. They are tired-out and nervous. The last few flights seemed to have worn them down more than the previous 18,000 miles. Certain differences of temperament and opinion have brought sharp criticism and retort from formerly friendly lips. And the uncertainty as to further advance is harrowing. Also they are broke. The Government allowed them $8-a-day expenses on the world flight and they will have to account for every dollar...
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