While Howard Hughes's great ship was being tuned and stocked at Floyd Bennett Field fortnight ago (see above), a thin broth of a lad named Corrigan poked down out of the air at neighboring Roosevelt Field in a 1929 Curtiss-Robin monoplane with an old Wright J-6 motor that could turn up only 95 miles an hour. By modern standards the ship was a crate, but in it, with nothing to fly by but a compass, a bit of a map and the beam in his eye, 31-year-old Douglas P. Corrigan of Los Angeles had...
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