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...reporters at Valbuena Field, Mexico City, knew that a colossal story was coming their way-in fact, well nigh into their laps. They could see it clearly in the air, for there was the Travel-Air cabin monoplane City of Wichita, in which could only be Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh and his fiancee, Anne Spencer Morrow. It was apparent, from the gestures of the figure at the cabin window and from the naked axle on the right-hand side of the landing gear, that the Colonel had lost a wheel. It was a story with a hundred possible endings...
Cotter Pin. The cause of the accident was narrowed down to a cotter pin, which one of the mechanics at Valbuena Field had forgotten to replace after greasing the landing wheels that morning. The wheel, Col. Lindbergh said, fell off after a stop for luncheon...
Mexico City. It is just before dawn. People have gathered from the shadows of the night at Valbuena Field; more people than gathered at Roosevelt Field when Charles Augustus Lindbergh flew for Paris; more than gathered at Le Bourget, Paris, when he flew for London, via Brussels...
Thousands of Mexicans were at the Valbuena Flying Field at dawn this morning eager to greet Col. Lindbergh. . . . At 8:40 President Calles arrived accompanied by his entire cabinet . . . Ambassador Morrow, seated between President Calles and General Obregon. . . . With reports at 10:30 that Col. Lindbergh was half way between Tampico and Mexico City, the huge crowd (more than 25,000) began to mill around eager to get good positions. Nine Mexican Army airplanes hopped off to meet him. One of the planes doing stunt flying went into a nose dive and crashed several hundred yards in front...
...intrepid American flyer brought his Spirit of St. Louis down on Valbuena Field at 2.39. . . . He had covered more than 2,000 miles in 27 hours, 15 minutes . . . from the crowd delirious shouts of joy . . . motorcycle police rushed toward the spot . . . Lindbergh was lifted upon the shoulders of his new Mexican admirers and placed into an automobile which began a slow trip to the Presidential stand. . . . The American hero seemed tired when he marched up to the President, but he was smiling happily. Speaking through an interpreter, President Calles assured him of Mexico's delight. . . . The greeting not entirely...