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If he'd never have come to Mineola High School, he'd never have found Claire Pelton. Sitting down again at the breakfast table with her father, Claire levered another cigarette out of the Readilit and puffed at it with exaggeratedly bored slowness. She was still frightened. Ray shouldn't have done what he did, even if he had furnished a plausible explanation.
He pushed his preparations with amazing speed, and not only politics, but even the war that had just broken out in South America was swallowed up in the newspapers by endless descriptions of the mysterious proceedings at Mineola.
He had a taste for the mechanical and followed incomprehensible quests. San Francisco had known him; the big races at Cincinnati; the hangars of Mineola. He was restless Nat; but he was respectable. No one could look into his merry blue eyes and not know it. If his labors were uncertain and sporadic, and his address that of a nomad, it all sufficed, at least for himself.
This he did with such dexterous rapidity and ease that Anson expressed approval, adding: "Where did you pick up so much mechanical knowledge, Blaine?" "At Mineola, in the States. They kept every applicant in the shops some of them for weeks, others permanently." "How happened it they didn't keep you there?" Anson was grinning now. "Well, Sir, I wanted to learn to fly high.
I caught the Star just in time for the last edition, and some of the other papers that had later editions also had the story. Of course all the morning papers had it. Norton spent the night in the Mineola Hospital. He didn't really need to stay, but the doctor said it would be best in case some internal injury had been overlooked.
When, three days ago, the English team, headed by Chester Hodge, dropped out of a Curtis plane into Mineola Field, it was just 23 days, 6 hours and 15 minutes after the same crew had left that field in their Vickers-Vimy. This beats the former record of 36 days and some odd hours, made in 1913 by John Henry Mears, by the substantial margin of approximately 12 days.
Regretfully, Verelst continued: "He goes to Mineola to-morrow and soon he will be over the top." Jones lit a cigarette. "Assuming that he gets back, the women will be mad about him. Some of them at any rate." Verelst rolled an enquiring eye. "Of course they will," Jones resumed. "Times have changed precious little since Victor Hugo.
Their rescue by slow Danish Mary completed a fascinating tale of heroic adventure. The British dirigible R34, with Major G. H. Scott in command, left East Fortune, Scotland, on the 2d of July, and arrived at Mineola, New York, on the sixth. The R34 made the return voyage in seventy-five hours.
The R-34 started from East Fortune, Scotland, on Wednesday, July 2, 1919, at 2.48 o'clock in the morning, British summer time, and arrived, after an adventurous voyage, at Mineola, Sunday, July 6, at 9.54 A.M., American summer time. She had clear sailing until she hit the lower part of Nova Scotia on Saturday.
She remained at Mineola until midnight of July 9th, when, although it had been intended that a start should be made by daylight for the benefit of New York spectators, an approaching storm caused preparations to be advanced for immediate departure.
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