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DUNKIRK 9133
[[seal: NATURAL SALES CORPORATION LTD.
ITSANATURAL
668 1/2 SOUTH ALVARADO ST. LOS ANGELES CALIF.]]

SEPTEMBER 21st, 1931

My dearest Ora and Jim:--
    Well, here I am again. I suppose you will want to know how I got home so here I'll start from Cleveland:
    In the first place, Mr. Granger wasn't so "hot" about Mr. Edwards, feeling that he was using me as "free taxi". However:
    Sent my things home by express: took off the cowling of the front cook pit: installed Mr. Edwards therein and left Cleveland Airport Tuesday morning about ten.
    After my first demonstration of Mr. Edwards' flying, throughly appreciated Mr. Fuller's feelings when he used to hollow at me "get your nose down and your wing up." Once, I accidently, on purpose, knocked the stick forward in order that the nose be shoved forward. I wrote him a note and asked him "why" he dragged his right wing: then is double quick time, thoroughly appreciated my own beautiful flying. 
    At Marshall, Missouri, Mr. Edwards got the Agency for a Nicholls-Beasley and I left with my bandana handkerchief for the West - noted for its wide and open spaces. Stayed in K. C. with Julia Dubreuil all night, and left for Wichita the next morning. 
    As it happened, Mr. Granger saw a telegram addressed to me in Wichita, and in truly husbandly manner, promptly opened it and found it was from Edwards and he, Granger, promptly "blew up" was having a true cat fit, and in I came floating from out the heavens. He said everything but "I told you so."
    Thereafter, and up to Tucson, I started out about a half an hour ahead of him, and hit the same towns at night. 
    At Tucson, however, he high-tailed it over the mountains and I took to the railroad. Just out of Aztec, I "blew" another cylinder. Made a country road and was received by these kind words from a man "that was the most beautiful landing I have ever seen". A mechanic there changed my cylinder head (Kinner had given me one in Cleveland) and the next morning I started out again: got about 30 miles and a great fog was ahead of me. I thought of what Jack Lynch had told me (his one piece of advice) "if you can't see over or under and