The Atlantic in its immense indifference was not aware that man-made cables on its slimy bottom contained news, that the silent heavens above pulsed with news--news that would set thousands of printing presses in motion, news that would make sirens scream in every U.S. city, news that would cause housewives to run out into backyards and shout to their children: "Lindbergh is in Paris!"
The Start. Late one evening last week Capt. Charles A. Lindbergh studied weather reports and decided that the elements were propitious for a flight from New York to Paris. He took a two-hour sleep, then...