¶One morning last week ornate Buckingham Palace guardsmen raised their chins at a sound louder than the blare of their brass band which was just thumping out a change of the guard. Through a low-hanging cloud, with his motor back firing like a machine gun, slithered Flying Officer F. Smith's plane, falling directly toward the Palace. To Airman Smith the royal standard fluttering on Buckingham's staff showed that the King-Emperor was in residence. By desperate maneuvers Flying Officer Smith was barely able to lift his plane over the Palace roof and miss...
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