human
of my mission suddenly appeared in the newspapers, and interest in my old exploits as a flying man were revived embarrassingly. I was
gpt
for a few days when war tidings happened to be dull; and to my surprise received an invitation to demonstrate my
human
of looping a double loop at a new aviation park, opened on Long Island. The exhibition resulted in another compliment. I was asked to instruct a class of young aviators, and was officially advised by the British Ambassador to accept. I did accept: and was given a