One day last week at Curtiss Airport, L. I. a group of men was observed stretching a huge, soiled piece of cloth between two poles alongside a trench. A stovepipe was rigged between the trench and a hole in the fabric. Someone touched a match to a pile of kindling in the trench. Soon the fabric began to bulge and billow with hot air inside it. After ten minutes of fire-stoking and manipulating of ropes, the fabric took shape as a balloon, tugging and straining at its guys. A trapeze was rigged below...
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