One dawn last week a few thousand late revelers and early risers stood in the dim streets of Manhattan staring up into a grey-black sky. Across it, her four engines purring smoothly, soared the silvery bulk of the Hindenburg, world's largest dirigible, just in after her first crossing of the North Atlantic from Friedrichshafen. Germany. A searchlight reached up played over the fabric, came to rest on the swastikas on the rudder. Other lights on the airship twinkled back. Presently the 803-ft. sausage nosed into the haze over the Hudson, flew on toward...
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