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Durham, Andrew Everett, 1882-1954

"Epistles from Pap: Letters from the man known as 'The Will Rogers of Indiana'"

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looked of the same size, spaced alike, and equally rusted, so I
didn't move over. One side was as good as the other.

GUM FOR THE EARS
Going up and coming down they gave us gum to chew. In a place
such as I was, I always obeyed the stewardess or anybody in a
blue suit and white cap. Chewing gum would, along with yawning,
keep our ears from stopping up--maybe. Something went wrong. All
of a sudden it came to me that everything had become absolutely
quiet, like walking around in new snow. I listened for the roar
of the motors. They had stopped. We were in a pickle. I turned to
Aura May and said something, but I couldn't hear what I said.
It took a lot of gum chewing, yawning and calisthenics at the
next stop to get partially unstopped. And my jaws are tired and
sore. I'm not a regular gum-chewer.
We got off the ground early in the morning, circled over Panama
City and the ocean, then back over land and a densely forested
area. The tree tops looked like closely packed mushroom buttons,
only the colors were varying shades of green. I couldn't see a
field, road or house, and only rarely a stream.
Our first stop was at Managua, capital of Nicaragua. We went over
Lake Nicaragua, a big lake.


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