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...Schmidt thought he might stay up until afternoon, so he carried a bottle of drinking water, a few slices of black bread. He sailed south along a ridge 40 mi. or so, swinging back & forth to catch the up-currents that gave altitude, wheeled around and headed home again. Dusk fell, but breezes continued fresh. Student Schmidt thought he might as well keep on sailing. Idly he thought about endurance records. The German record was 16½ hr.; but a U. S. Army officer, Lieut. William A. Cocke Jr., had sailed for 21½ hr. over Honolulu two years...
...twin-motored biplane Seafarer they got away neatly from Pendine, Wales. Capt. Moliison, who steered a good course alone over the Atlantic last year (TIME, Aug. 29). steered a good course again. But it was a long, exhausting job. The Seafarer was built for distance, not for speed. When dusk fell a second time the Mollisons were sighted off Connecticut coast. They had made a splendid flight, against headwinds all the way. One hour more and they would land for a tremendous ovation...
...There they get into a Nazi shooting scrape and are befriended by a doctor who is also a famed airman and the inventor of a mystery plane. He invites them to accompany him on his trial flight to an unknown destination. Amid much municipal fuss they take off at dusk, fly all night in an ecstatic frame of mind. Carlotta and the Irishman are convinced they are flying to heaven. Next morning they land on a rainy field which the Irishman recognizes only too well as his bedraggled native land. At first inclined to curse the comedown, he sees that...
...ARRIVED AT DUSK-R. C. Ashby- Macmillan ($2). A poltergeist that kills, so disturbs a young Londoner that his detective friend lays the ghost...
...Dusk was coming as the Vagabond descended from his airy left to the hot street where the tar oozed around his thin shoes and covered over the spots he had neglected to polish. Now, as he turned down Plympton Street to the river, a hot draft of air singed his eyelashes, and as he passed the back doors of restaurants the smell of greases caught on his coat, till the next gust blew them off again, and he hurried on. At the river he would find a plot of grass from which he might dangle his feet into the water...