At the tenth annual National Air Races in Cleveland last week end for prizes handsome enough to cover the cost of a racing plane and a decent burial, the speed-mad fringe of U. S. aviation whistled up a great sound and fury. When it was all over, the pockets of Cleveland Promoters Cliff and Phil Henderson were again lined, only one flier had been killed,† and the whinny of ships racing against borrowed time had proved that aviation still has plenty of broncos.
Only event to prove much else was the Bendix transcontinental raceLos...
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