Three days after the Army started to carry the airmail, Lieut. Durward 0. Lowry of the 94th Pursuit Squadron, Selfridge Field (Mich.), took off at 4 a. m. from Chicago for Cleveland. An icy blast whistled over his open cockpit and below he could see the shimmer of deep drifting snow left by the blizzard. When his radio went dead he had to fight by guesswork along an unfamiliar course. Then a chill fog enveloped him and his plane started to fall. Frantically he tore open its mail compartment, began to dump...
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