A swarm of airplanes rose boisterously over Roosevelt Field, L. L, and buzzed westward in quest of $5,000. They were small, light Class B land planes of the commercial type, flying for a money prize in a transcontinental race to Spokane, Wash. Twenty-five started; that night pilots of twelve went to bed in Chicago; the first official stopping place. Thick, drizzly weather and brutally bumpy air over the Alleghenies stirred pilots to call it the most dangerous hop they had ever made. Over half of the planes came down short of the stopping...
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