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Waco 

next year, near the "dream factory" about to come true. We would have enough grounds around the house for a private airport, and a hangar-garage arrangement. I was to have my own garden, both vegetables and flowers, to take the long wanted piano lessons, (when Sam wasn't home), and Both Buddie and I could now learn to fly. Just as soon as orders were filled I could have my own Waco, especially painted and upholstered. The matter of living expenses had to be taken care of, so the Waco nines costing us $500 sold for $2500 would do that and the next year we would sell as good an airplane for $1800.00. Sam was planning to delegate the building of this year to others capable of carrying out his plans. and He could then concentrate on next years design and plans to carry that out, until he could afford in time and money to build his idea of a real airplane. Sam was a fine manager, never being penny wise and pound foolish. He kept a nice balance between cash on hand and materials, making them dove-tail as I did my grocery supplies, so there wasn't any waste, yet good results. I streamlined my housekeeping so as to save all the wear and tear on my 103-107 pounds(depending on life's exigencies). I kept my wardrobe, my cooking, and energy, ready to allow for any unexpected impromptu excursions. I was a natural companion, long before I was a Mother. Sam's policy on deliveries was, "John Doe or Henry Ford, you get your ship in the order in which it came on the delivery list." He adhered to this, despite the doubting Thomases who soon found out, that "whether you were a poor son-of-a-gun with every last dollar sunk into your to-be-delivered ship, or whether you rated high in Bradstreet's your turn came when it came andnot any sooner." Sam's word was better than gilt edged security, and become recognized as such. The cooperation in the factory was wonderful, the feeling amongst the distributors and dealers tops. Sam dreaded the days when he had to check up, on too many employees hanging around the furnace, or in summer seemed to be off the job too much visiting the Chick Sales in the rear of the factory grounds. He allowed