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[[underline]]Waco[[/underline]] CHicago, ILL. [[underline]]1923[[/underline]] Dear Diary: My "darlink husbing" just announced that we are flying to Atlantic City, starting Sunday. [[underline]] We[[/underline]], means, C.D. "Pap" Dickenson, the mechanic, Hank, George, Buddie and myself. Now I can fly back to Jersey----- thrill the doubting relatives. Wont my classmates be thrilled? George just got back from the Kentucky Derby. No more now, gotta make up for lost time --loving him. "Aint" nature grand! Chicago, Saturday night. Dear Diary: To-day has beena scorcher. I had to buy Buddie some new wash suits, for allhis clothes are at the laundry, and wont be back until Monday. But it will be nice to ride inside a cabin. I can wear ordinary clothes. George's only clean flannel shirt needs the collar turned. He is ripping it off now with a razor blade. I don't mind sewing it, but I hate to rip them off. I canshorten Buddie's pants legs on the way! I want my two boys to look as handsome as they are. George says I better [[underline]] wear my jodphurs, for [[/underline]] the ship throws oil. Sunday[[underline]]--Ashburne field [[/underline]] [[?]] Dear Diary: Delay ...... An airplane trip would not be an airplane trip without hanging around for an hour or more. Seems unnecessary, but part of it. Puzzle: Find the pilot. That clean lookingfellow? That greasy looking