One of the strangest hulks shipwright ever fashioned stood in the Camden, N. J., ways: It was about to be loosed into the water.* Lest it should race across the estuary and smash into Philadelphia, a gigantic cable was stretched across the water off the New Jersey shore. Twenty airplanes careened lazily from side to side, high in air above the hulk, as if welcoming a foster-mother.
On a platform towering by the hulk's bow chatted a gay party. In the fore were Secretary and Mrs. Wilbur (TIME, Apr. 6) ; Mrs. Wilbur's...
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