A SIGNATURE.
What was that glinting Silver thing That flashed like something wild awing, And fled on the crest of the morning, Leaping the coast of Newfoundland As a jewel the zenith adorning? What is that glittering over the sea, Remote in the heavens, Higher and higher; Plunging for Ireland, Swift as an arrow tipped with desire? What is that shimmering High above England Weaving the n.ists, Invading the Channel? What does it bring, This shadowy thing? Avant! Over France Like an eagle it hovers .Aloft in the blue; Spiraling, gliding, Coming to rest, A pant in its breast Weary of riding. Mon Dieu! It is mortal. Out of the void Hurrying by Signing the name of Lindbeugh On the land And the sea And the skv.
—Bob Davis, in the Sun.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3830, 9 August 1927, Page 73
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132A SIGNATURE. Otago Witness, Issue 3830, 9 August 1927, Page 73
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