A crowd on Mitchel Field, Long Island, watched a covey of 16 airplanes, some big, some small, all noisy, whirl once around the flying field and diminish until they were no more than a dash of black pepper on the horizon. The planes in that covey were the entrants in the first race of the Mitchel Field Airplane Tournament.
Suddenly a telephone rang in the judges' stand, a stammering voice said that there had been an accident. The crowd took up the rumor, as crowds will; people excitedly told each other that all...
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