Jaunty, cocksure, well-muffled and goggled, Carey Pridham, 29, married, strode over to his Pitcairn Super-Mailwing at Newark, N. J. airport an early morning last week. He opened the mail compartment, chucked in his load of mail, and climbed into the pilot's seat. The Wright Whirlwind, nicely warmed up, was flipping the prop over slowly. The ship trembled in its wheel chocks. He opened up the motor to recheck the steady drone of power that was to carry him to Boston. Mechanically everything was fine. The ship had had its regular inspection the night...
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