Up to a fifth-floor office in Washington's old Post Office Department Building all one day last week trooped hopeful airline operators with sealed bids for the nation's airmail. After a two-month cycle of fury and futility they thought they were about to get back what a nervous Government had snatched from them. When the deadline for receiving bids came and went, an underling scooped up 45 thick envelopes, tied them into a bundle, stuffed them into a vault.
Next day, just before noon, the precious package was carried downstairs to the large, unlovely office of the Superintendent of Airmail. There, tense and...
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