In a businesslike office on the second floor of Manhattan's American Museum of Natural History President F. Trubee Davison one morning last week picked up his telephone, heard a voice say: "Colonel Lindbergh calling." An acquaintance but no close friend of the onetime Assistant Secretary of War, the Colonel came quickly to his point: Would Mr. Davison's museum like to have, for keeps, the airplane and all equipment with which the Lindberghs had just flown to Labrador, Greenland, Europe, Africa, South America and back? When he recovered his composure President Davison managed...
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