On the parched fringes of Avenger Field at Sweetwater, Tex., Army Air Forces men saw a new kind of graduation ceremony, met a new kind of flying graduate.
Around a wishing well among the administration buildings clustered 43 bronzed and windburned women in slacks and white blouses, their eyes on a leggy Air Forces colonel. He dug in his pocket, fished out a silver dollar, tossed it into the well, where it slid down among dimes and quarters dropped there by students for luck. (They are fished out periodically for the Red Cross.)
Then...
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