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to be his handmaiden. Ideas seemed to fairly tumble through his brain, crying out an appeal for trial. Then the volume of business seemed to come in leaps and bounds. In June, 1925, Sam and Clayt obtained controlling interest in the Company, feeling positive of their ability to put out a number of ships for the year, surprising even themselves. Sam had difficulty to find just the time in which to break away for his marriage. The time never came so he simply took time. A letter arrived at Winston Salem from Sam to Hattie saying he was going to be like a burglar, sneak in long enough to grab the jewels and run. Hattie had her finger measured for the ring, wired Sam the size, had the minister and the doctor for the required physical examination ready for a hasty exit.

Hattie made a new travelling costume with an intriguing chiffon coat, the ties of which Sam always fondly tied in a sirenish bow back of Hattie's left ear. The success of this beguiling costume was proof of sewing ability necessitated, inspired and consummated by the trials of an aviator's wife. For some reason or other, perhaps because so many went to meet the train, Hattie missed Sam at the station. A taxi had whizzed by en route, causing Jessie to remark, "I'll bet that was Sam, he's too good-looking for a Winston Salem man." This prognostication proved correct. Returning to 963 West End Blvd. there sat Sam handsome in a grey suit (instead of the usual dark blue) a straw hat beside him while he "pretended" to be reading a newspaper. Somehow or other Hattie got out of the car and didn't mind the bruises from poorly aimed kisses, and once again Hattie was whisked off her feet, tucked under one of Sam's strong arms, and little Buck high on the other shoulder. God was in Heaven. Sam seemed to Hattie all that was balm, protection and comfort rolled up into one big beautiful identity --- SAM.

Sam had asked what he should bring little Buck. The "mutual enjoyment" was a $25.00 steam engine to the awe and admiration of everyone. The question soon became, who enjoyed the steam engine the most, "Little Buck, Uncle Charlie or Sam?" Hattie thought "gol durn the steam engines". That evening, since Sam decided to take four days off, the medical examination was passed. The marriage license was filled out, Elwood J. Junkin, age 26; Hattie Meyers Weaver, age 27.