Trickier to get on and off than an old-fashioned boiled shirt, hemmed in by a landscape as disheveled as a Congressman's collar, the trapped and trammeled Washington-Hoover Airport has since 1926 been a fliers' nightmare. Landing or taking off in the big multi-motored planes that for the last decade have carried most of the U. S. air commerce, pilots have had to duck and dodge three 800-foot radio towers, a clump of tall brick factory chimneys, a snaking Potomac lagoon, a blimp hangar, the U. S. Experimental Farm and, until a month ago, a...
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