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got away from us, one Saturday night, when farmers for miles around were in town. We found him perfectly happy at the police station. The caption read next day, "Son of the Air Wizard lost, entertains police".

A flood warning was issued, so we loaded up the attic with food and water, but it was a false alarm. I found that i had not forgetten entirely how to dance, So George and I went "toddling", (which was THE dance that summer), with the other young people. We were saving our money and kept in touch with Sum and Clayt hoping to be to-gether again. In the fall of the year, a brother of George's who had been responsible in part for the creation of the Eskimo Pie, phoned from Omaha, asking George to come in with him later, in Boston. This looked like a chance to make some REAL money, with which to build WACOS. In The A.E.F. convention was to be held at Kansas City that year. George flew a clipped wing Swallow. He was given an embossed notebook, and they tell me, the shouts of "Buck" and "Waaa-ko!" filled the air, when he flew. A dead stick landing was a rare fest then, and George had it in his repo[[er]]toire. Buddie and I had gone on to Chicago, and George wired us to come to Omaha, to the Air Meet, to be held there. Mom Weaver went with us. I heard for the first time the plaudits of the crowd, for my husband, and admired all over again his rare ability. One morning, the balloon man and Buddie decided that Bud wanted a balloon. I was getting the money out for the one Buddie had in his hand, when Buddie saw a ship that he thought was Daddy's. Away went the balloon, howls from Buddie and up the hill came Sam! Waaa-ko! Family reunion. What a grand surprise! Sam grabbed my 103 pounds off the ground, up to his six feet two and a half inches, swung Buddie up up on his other shoulder, and gave us both enthusiastic kisses, which we returned in like measure. George and Clayt and Bill Long arrived.