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water, so as not to cripple the ship and force him down. The doctors said that one hair's breadth deeper and the brain would have been touched, George would have been killed instantly. No anesthetic could be used. I went to he hospital each dinner hour to feed George. It was agony to watch him try to breath and eat. [[strikethrough]] The blood would start from the gash, as he moved his jaws, to try to get the food in his mouth in a way not to add to his [[strikethrough]] torture, [[strikethrough]]. For some time after he was up, the left eye, wouldn't track, but the sight was there, and the treatments and time helped the eye, but it was decidedly weakened. I never knew that taste was gone with the sense of smell, and I would cook all the tempting things I knew, for George's compliments, never once suspecting that he couldn't taste them. I did get so that the word "smell" was left out of my vocabulary. In the Waco-Cootie was made into a biplane much later that year. There was no money and the boys earned enough working in Bill Long's garage to buy [[strikethrough]] things to get George's Jennie into shape. Spring was here and passenger carrying time with it. Whenthe finishing touches were being put on, the ashes from Sam's cigarette dropped on the wing, and pssst! up it went in flames. The answer was two new wings. 
The Waco-Cootie, biplane, was built, and George flew it successfully. The boys made up advertising, Sam writing it, and asking me about commas and spelling, and a little strip of blue paper with "Free ride" was rolled inside a regular advertisement on yellow paper. George dropped these over the city. The world was feeling the financial vacuum, and we were still hoping to find buyers for private airplanes. However, our spirits were high, once George was well, though the swelling was still visible and he had to report for "splinter" pulling every so often.