Word: stilles
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...picture of "Slim" Lindbergh that U. S. people should have had was of a rawboned farm boy with a fine, useful mind and a rare way with airplanes. He had an infectious grin that made vertical wrinkles up & down his weatherbeaten cheeks (as it still does). Around St. Louis, where he flew the St. Louis-Chicago mail run in fair and foul weather with calculated cunning, he had got along well-with reporters, had figured often in the news and liked...
When he was not flying the mail he was instructing students. He seemed never to tire of the air. On the ground he studied airplane and engine design, or poked around the flying field shops. He ate prodigiously (as he still does) and had a prodigious love for practical jokes (as he still does). For his practical jokes, which were often rough, occasionally cruel, he got many a rough return from other fliers, but was never discouraged...
...distance, the public became more hysterical. In St. Louis, after he had left an outdoor table where he had eaten-as heartily as usual-with fellow officers of his old squadron, he finally saw what he was up against: women broke through the lines and fought for the still damp corncobs which he had chewed clean and left in a small mountain beside his plate...
...newest chapter in Lindbergh's history began this April when he returned to the U. S., and went on two weeks' active duty with the Air Corps to explore the U. S. aeronautical research facilities. He is still working daily in Washington, without pay, as an Air Corps technical adviser. As luck would have it his ship docked on the night of the newspaper photographers' annual ball and the ball was at a standstill while cameramen fumed on the dock for an hour and a half until Lindbergh, his face frozen in the glum glower into which...
...Paris, given by Raymond Orteig who died last week-see p. 55), many another source, Lindbergh sees before him the friendly prospect of a normal life in his own country, but between it and him lies the high fence of misunderstanding. To his old friends he is almost unchanged, still direct, cheerful, frank, a little more mature and self-possessed. To the U. S. public before which he cannot appear without growing gawky, from which he instinctively shrinks, he is still the enigmatic hero...