All one day last week men, women and children in sultry Manhattan, on the broad beaches of Long Island, at windswept Point Judith, R. I. and in leafy Connecticut stared aloft in wide-eyed wonder at a beautiful flying thing, the like of which they had never seen before. Through a blue cloud-flecked sky it wheeled its solitary way round & round in a wide circle over three states.
From its one long thin wing, its four mighty motors, the row of portholes in its fat body, many an observer rightly guessed that it was...
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