D
uring my ���rst days on the
Paris Edition, I was still
isolated from the matterof��
fact world by the euphoria of
���nding myself in Paris, above
which I seemed to be ���oating
without touching the ground.
Oblivious to mundane matters
I entered the of���ce one
morning in the ���rst or second
week of my employment by
the Chicago Tribune to be met
by unusual behavior on the
part of Kospoth.
���The crazy fool,��� he said. ���He���ll never make it!���
���Who���ll never make it?��� I asked.
���Lindbergh,��� Kospoth answered.
���Who���s Lindbergh?��� I inquired.
HYLAND
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