Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.fadedpage.net FAMOUS FLYERS AND THEIR FAMOUS FLIGHTS By CAPT. J. J. GRAYSON [Illustration] THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING COMPANY Cleveland, Ohio — New York, N. Y. ----- Copyright _by_ THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUB. CO. 1932 _Printed in the United States of America_ by THE COMMERCIAL BOOKBINDING CO. CLEVELAND, O. ----- CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I—Exciting News CHAPTER II—Captain Bill CHAPTER III—The Wright Brothers CHAPTER IV—Some War Heroes CHAPTER V—The Eagle CHAPTER VI—More About The Eagle CHAPTER VII—A Close Shave CHAPTER VIII—North Pole and South CHAPTER IX—Four Women Flyers CHAPTER X—Hawks and Doolittle CHAPTER XI—Hal Comes Through ----- FAMOUS FLYERS AND THEIR FAMOUS FLIGHTS CHAPTER I—Exciting News Bob Martin stood outside the large red brick house and whistled. He whistled three notes, a long and two short, which meant to Hal Gregg inside that Bob wanted to see him, and to see him quickly. Something was up. At least, that was what it should have meant to Hal, but evidently it didn’t, because no answering whistle came out to Bob, and no head appeared in any of the windows. Bob whistled again, this time a little more shrilly, and he kept on whistling until a pale, spectacled face appeared at an upstairs window. The window was thrown open, and Bob shouted up before Hal Gregg had a chance to speak. “Hey, what’s the idea of keeping me waiting? Hurry up, come on down, I’ve got something great to tell you.” “Hold your horses. I didn’t hear you whistle at first. I was reading,” called down Hal. Bob snorted. “Put it away and hurry up down. Books can wait. You should hear the news I’ve got to tell you.” “The book’s swell,” said Hal. “It’s that new book on aviation I got for my birthday. Is your news more important than that?” “You bet it is,” yelled Bob. “And if you aren’t down here in two seconds, I’m going to keep it to myself. And won’t you be sorry!” Hal laughed. “I’ll be down in one second. I’m not going to have you knowing anything I don’t know. You’re too smart now.” The dark head disappeared from the window, reappeared atop the narrow shoulders of its owner at the front door within a few seconds, bobbing about as he leaped down the front steps two at a time. Hal Gregg joined his pal Bob under the maple tree on the Gregg front lawn.