Adventure Magazine Cover, June 18, 1921 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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A VOL:XXIX-NO6 - B® JUNE 18-1921 = Y “Wl EZ LZ cA 3 ad - <P ~ en AE Complete Novelette” “ When (Good Fellows ‘Logether i i) ‘a — eo 6 eS S ip ——~ Ye Mf, ¥o-~ ; \ i oS St i + ER Ca ae. | * LZ we % LAW THOMSON BURTIS Author of ‘“Dumpy Puts One Over,” ““The Winning Chance,” etc. S THE wheezing, rattling little train puffed along on the last of its trip from San Antonio to McMullen Lieutenant David Ransom, late of the Artillery and now of the Air Service, was sunk in reverie. In fact, he had been in a state of joy ever since he had received his assignment to the McMullen flight of the Air Service border patrol. He felt himself one of the elect. Had not the fame of the border-patrol flyers been dinned into his ears ever since he had joined the Air Service? And now he, a veritable recruit, with his observer’s wing shining in bald newness, was to become a member of the group which was the pride of the service. His mind roved back to the days when, as an officer of the Field Artillery in France, he had watched the airplanes with hungry eyes. Like most officers of other branches of the service, he had pooh-poohed the talk of great danger in the air, and had even tried to patronize the flyers. But all the while he was envying them, admiring them, wish- ing with all his soul that he was of them. Copyright, 1921, by the Ridgway Company in the Untted States and Great Britain. And so were nine out of ten of the younger - officers among the ground troops. Months before this day, which was to mark his advent along the Rio Grande, he had requested orders granting him a per- manent commission in the Air Service. They came,and there followed speedily three months at Fort Sill for observer’s training. Tt was there that he learned of the border patrol which twice a day covered the Mexi- can border from Gulf to Gulf, and of the men who sent their great De Havilands rearing through clear weather an® stormy over the deserted badlands of the Big Bend, the towering mountains west of El Paso and the furnace-like desert-land in Arizona. “Boy, you never saw any flying till you see those border-patrol birds go to it,” Bas- com, an old observer who had been his in- structor, was wont to say. ‘‘They stop for neither man nor devil, land habitually in fields that some flyers I know couldn’t get a Jenny into and day after day they spend from two to four hours oyer desert or mes- quite where the only good it does you to try to crack up without getting killed is to All rights reserved. 3 comicloolkks.com