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WACO 30

Being a busy mother, so handicapped, I never had any energy left, nor had I regained my own color as yet, so I wore inexpensive, but clean housedresses almost exclusively, until the time when I could wean Buddie. In other words, I didn't look very much like my idea of anyone's sweetheart, and much too maternal, biologically speaking.

I put Buddie in his buggy one say soon after school started, and went over to the field. There was a good looking black haired chap working on George's motor, who made me conscious of the housedress, not by intent however. E:P. Lott, introduced me to him as "Mrs. Buck" and "Sam" looked quite fussed, and I thought we had both wished we were in our city clothes. That's what I thought. Later in the story you will read what Sam thought. Sam's smile was radiant, his eyes seemed to crackle and sparkle,[[strikethrough]] with it [[/strikethrough]], and I knew that here was a person!

Clarence Brown finished his flying training with the boys, and was then an instructor. His half-brother Gerald with the boys, and was then an instructor. His half-brother Gerald and Gerald's wife Mildred were our dearest friends, though much our seniors. Then one fateful day, a youngster ^ not quite bright came from Lorain with Bill Long. [[strikethrough]] who [[/strikethrough]] Bill Long had a garage and automobile agency in Lorain. The boys felt that they owed this youngster something and offered to take him for a ride to square it. Rides cost fifteen dollars in those days. Clarence had been sitting in his ship holding Buddie, and feeling that he should not let the other boys carry all the burden of the flying, he offered to fly the youngster. I put howling Buddie back in his buggy, off went the ship, circled, came in for a landing, something was wrong, George turned to me, white as alabaster, his eyes black caverns,, commanded abruptly, "babe, go home!" I picked Buddie out of his buggy started to run for home; there was a crash as George tunned