"All my life Christmas has been the same. The same friends, the same gifts that didn't mean anything. Telling people things you didn't mean.

"But this will be different."

Thus spoke Mrs. Frances Wilson Grayson, as she shut up her Long Island real estate office and climbed into the Dawn to fly for Newfoundland and thence across the sea. Of her "different" Christmas the world gleaned only one descriptive detail: Her Christmas message to the world was a faint whisper out of the air, caught by the ear of the radio station at...