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...Dawson of Penn, King George's chief physician, was enjoying a quiet luncheon in Paris in the assumption that the royal patient whom he had tended for 29 weeks was fully convalescent. Came an urgent telephone call from Windsor. Swallowing his coffee hastily Lord Dawson rushed to Le Bourget Field and hurtled through the air to England...
...Manhattan, La Tourville docked gingerly, took aboard great men in black clothes to stand, lost in their own thoughts, about the casket. On a mulberry-colored cushion rested the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor. Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh stood there, his shoulders drooped in memory of Le Bourget, Paris, 1927. At sharp noon a bugle shrilled. Fifteen wiry French sailors lifted the coffin, carried it cautiously down the green-carpeted gangplank, through the purple-and-black draped pier to a black caisson drawn by six horses. As if freighted with the sorrow of two nations, the casket became...
...greatest achievement was Charles Augustus Lindbergh. In 1927 that sensitive plant, Franco-American relations, was in a precarious state due to the un- fortunate flight of the French flyers Nungesser and Coli. Shy, Nordic Lindbergh was just what the clever diplomat needed. He rushed to Le Bourget waving French and U. S. flags; seized on "Lucky Lindy" with avidity; put him to bed in his own diplomatic pajamas; wrapped him in the tricolor; had him photographed, interviewed, dined and decorated; and caused the greatest enthusiasm for things U. S. since French transports of joy hailed the first U. S. transports...
Costes raged and rushed to Le Bourget field outside Paris. Mechanics warned him that his motor was not in perfect tune, No matter; he would go. And as night set in he pulled his controls. The motor stuttered yet lifted him clear of the ground in a slow ascent. He barely cleared some telegraph wires, a village church steeple. At Bondy Forest, only a few miles from Paris, the motor failed altogether and his plane clattered among the trees. In the rip-up he strained his leg, the only leg left him by the War. Helped to the ground...
...French foot-fighting against the one-legged flyer manifestly would have been dastardly. For appearance's sake they restrained the show of their animosity as they flew across the U. S., as they sailed by ship to Japan, as again they flew across Asia and Europe, to Le Bourget Field at Paris. And there Flyer LeBrix had his great say. It was, harshly: "At last I have finished being valet to Costes...