DEAREST OF PEOPLE,—
Isn't it the glad word that's come to us of the.silver-shining bird . . . the Southern Cross is safe! Do you remember how we thrilled it see its great wings circling above our city in the grey of a"morning? And then it departed once more from its home ; place . . .. and this time it wearied in the gale and sank down somewhere ... somewhere .'. . ■ • ■ - And the men, the four whose courage we knew so well, could send no word. So all that they could do, those others that knew and loved them, was to thread the highways of the air, across and across, and batter through the desperate country along the northern coast . . . and, for eleven days and nights, the search went on. Now do we say thanks, over and over, for four small specks oil a mud flat .. . the men are found! ,
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Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 85, 13 April 1929, Page 19
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142DEAREST OF PEOPLE,— Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 85, 13 April 1929, Page 19
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