Dawn had just stolen over Long Island when an eager little man and a thoughtful taller one busied themselves about a monster silvery airplane with "Sikorsky-New York (crossed flags) Paris" painted on her engine gondolas and fuselage. It was on the plains of Westbury and perhaps a thousand people stood about, shivering in overcoats. The morning was not so chilly, but they were excited. In a, few minutes this plane would rush down a long, specially built dirt runaway, lift into the air, skim, climb, circle and head off for the Atlantic,...
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