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the tangle, but at 3 o'clock I was ready. I din't get a machine until ten minutes to six and thought I'd never get a chance on account of darkness calling the game, but it didn't take long when I finally did get a 'bus belonging to my squadron. The R.M.A. circle that afternoon was as good as a three ring circus with something doing every second and more than one hair-raiser to keep the nerves taut. Archie Lockhead turned too abruptly on his rise within the confines of the ring; he lost flying speed, got into a half spin and crashed a hundred feet nose-on. We all thought he was dead but after fixing up his bruises he was back next day to try it over. When the rescuing party went over to extricate him from the wreck they were relieved to find him still body-whole and asking, "How do you shut off