At sundown one day last week the U. S. S. Akron cast off from her stub mast at the Naval Air Station at Lakehurst, N. J., floated silently and moodily into a cheerless sky. One after another the eight engines were started. Then Commander Frank C. McCord bent a course eastward to sea; the 70 officers and crew settled down to one more of the Akron's routine training flights. This one was to be most casual—a two-day cruise off the New England coast for calibration of the ship's radio compass; a trifling job compared...
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