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WACO 33
In a short time with WAR, living had already taken a heavy toll on these three young hopefuls, George, Sam, Clayt. George had his background in mechanics, flying, and Instructor of it; good performance out of a Jennie no one else could. He knew what ships lacked andneeded built into them for safer construction andlanding safely in smaller areas. Sam was a technical thinker, liking to do the designing, thoerizing with usual business acumen. Clayt was a good mechanic with a talent for working with metals, and jigs and dies. It looked like a well balanced combination each with their own specialty yet overlapping talents, except the flying for George was the only pilot with students who justified his efforts long  their war duties. However, the butcher, the baker and baby carriage maker, thought we were a little cracked, but liked us. Airplanes war stuff. Why didn't the boys get regualr jobs? 

Dad Junkin was broken hearted when Sam age 16 didn't take advantage of his scholership Award with a $2000.00 check at a Michigan College. He would visit now and then and like to hear the motors chop'em off, even if he wouldn't take a ride. Dad Weaver also came often, coaching Mom not to discourage us, when she saw our dwelling places, leaving us with some money hidden in some niceties which left us strong in moral support. 

The Fords were in their house so the boys rented a room over a pool parlor far out as the rent was cheaper so with the [[underline]]  shop [[/underline]] a cold part of an un-used bldging. Transportation. FEET. George rented a motorcycle now and then until he spilled and deciding feet and flying safer. Tangible assets were pathetic, even the tools. David's slingshot knocked Goliath out. Our Goliath, public disbelief in Peace time aviation. Mom "eaver sent us two Edgar Guest Vols. I read the poem, "It can't be done", but they did it so W.A.A.K.O.