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However, the financial vacuum, which was evidently so in all businesses, still persisted, to our almost complete bafflement in aviation. The source of sustenance for the first few months of 1922 was repairing the ship of a "nut" and at the same time keeping it unbuilt enough so that this person (who really was half-witted but sane enough to earn a big salary [[strikethrough]] [[aa?]] [[/strikethrough]] as a cook on a lake steamer,) from flying and thereby breaking his neck. [[strikethrough]] which [[/strikethrough]] would have been unhumanitarian to say the least, whereas, the Weaver Aircraft Company was creating a place, in working for him in which, he could play the magnanimous roll of Santa Claus. The Weaver Aircraft Company was then a more or less hungry, run-down-at-the-heel four and a half, (including 18 months old Buck [[strikethrough]] t[[?]] [[/strikethrough]]) persons. Most of the assets consisted of good will, courage and faith and a desire to forever defraud the relatives of having the superior advantage to once again reiterate "I told you so."  Grrr -

E.M. Laird flew through Lorain, at that time he was President of the Laird Swallow Company in Wichita, Kansas. One "old-timer" who was really getting "his nose up" and able to see where he might "level out". The evening of his visit Buck told Hattie they were leaving for Chicago then Wichita where Buck would have $300.00 pay on the first of every month. This looked like the Millennium. Sam[[strikethrough]] e [[/strikethrough]] and Bruck evidently were going to work at anything until all of the personnel recuperated from starvation [[strikethrough]] at least [[/strikethrough]] and then back again to build more WACOS. That was the first time when the personnel went different ways & no good byes were said. Perhaps it would have been too devastating. "In Union There Is Strength." This left the Weaver Aircraft Company still incorporated. While Weavers were in Wichita, Buck was flying to every corner of the United States from ocean to ocean, from Canada to Mexico, selling aviation in general, WACOS in particular. The early days of the Company came to be of human interest in all of these places. Along toward the end of the summer a brother of Buck's with another chap, invented the Eskimo Pie. Telephone calls from Chicago from the President of the Eskimo Pie Company seemed to present a final solution (in dollars made selling Eskimo Pies) of "How to Build Wacos and Eat"Every Day". Within 48 hours we bid Lloyd and Mrs. Lloyd Stearman goodbye from the house we four (and a half) shared in Wichita. Buck [[strikethrough]] flew [[/strikethrough]] left to fly a clip-winged Swallow at the first A.E.F. Convention in Kansas City. The A.E.F. presented him with an embossed note book in honor of his ability as an instructor and a pilot. [[strikethrough]] xxxxxx [[/strikethrough]] Buck II and Hattie went direct from Wichita to Chicago in anticipation of the air races at Omaha which was the aviation hangover, literally and figuratively of the A.E.F. Convention at Kansas City. Personal anecdotes of diversions in Kansas City (not for publication). Hattie and Buck II left Chicago for the air meet at Omaha enjoying as much as anything the ability to pay the carfare. Buck II was nearly four years old, a cute littel 'divil' in sailor suits, Buck's idol. [[strikethrough]] xxxxxxxxxx [[/strikethrough]] Buck said Sam and Bruck had been to Kansas City and would be at Omaha. Good! A family reunion. At Omaha little Buck wanted a balloon, being a perfectly normal child, and being a perfectly normal mother, Hattie bought him one and because she was so normal she forgot to tie the balloon on little Buck's wrist. Everything happened at once. Up went the balloon, up went little Buck's howls and running up the hill was Sam. [[strikethrough]] The [[/strikethrough]] Pandemonium once again was graced with one of Sam's beautiful smiles and little Buck was allowed to howl while Sam grabbed Hattie clear off the ground and gave her a most decided and loud smack (Sh! don't tell the neighbors!) With one arm Sam swooped little Buck up to his shoulders, kissed away his tears and bought him another balloon. Needless to say, a good time was had by all. After the meet Hattie and Buck went back to Chicago. Then Buck and Bruck went together to Boston to the Copley-Plaza Hotel to help make a success of the Northeastern Distributorship for Kakimo Pies. After eight long weeks there was money enough in the coffer to send for [[?]] lonesome wife and baby, [[strikethrough]]. Within this year Buck had been home and with his family less than four months, adding intervals together.

Sam was working at Glenn Martin's factory in Cleveland. When little Buck and Hattie arrived in Boston, Buck was  "dolled" in a new hat, quite reserved style for him, and even had on gloves!

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It was here I saw Jack Ruegur up we need enough 
in a dark stormy night. The relay pilot has gone hours. We had built a bonfire for a lauding light. Tired as he was, Jack felt the future of Air Mail hung on this nights getting thru,it was as brave a thing as I remember.