Farmer George Boeshore looked up. The big four-motored, shark-bodied plane had passed & repassed over his father's farm all day, practicing landings at the nearby Reading, (Pa.) airport. But this time something was wrong. A plume of black smoke trailed from the plane, then burst into red flame. Farmer Boeshore saw the big craft drop into a glide and head for the field two miles away.
It never made it. With a tearing crash the plane ripped into the Boeshores' wheat stubble. It skidded a full 1,000 feet across the road, plowed into...
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