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get you. He wouldn't make too plush a pilot if he had George's large, sprawling script. There's a very
special style of writing used by boys born to fly. It is small, cramped and neither beautiful nor legible. Maybe you've had all sorts of trouble trying to decipher the stuff. Very likely you've even been heckling the poor joe about it. Well, this should hold you. Said scrawl shows the quick, flexible, technical and versatile mind that a flyer needs when he's playing around in God's attic. You'll notice that his writing is tense, angular and modest, very much like himself. Don't think he doesn't care if his letters are nonchalant, brief and noncommittal. That's the way with those birds — just remember, real heroes never did have much to say. But. mind you. they think a lot! Getting back to George, as we've seen, the sky is
obviously not for him. {He's a buck private now, hunting around for a niche where he can use his fabulous collection of languages to some advantage.) His big. uneven letters — like Betty Grable's — show a
lack of concentration. Those two have to be physically active to be at their best. They're emotional and restless, and what they don't crave is solitude. Take the Montgomery lad ... He went home to Montana last Christmas, expecting to trot around to all the old haunts, give the girls a whirl, see every last one of his cronies — and what happens? He's bedded with grippe. Rest and plenty of it were the doc's orders. George said okay, okay. Anything to get the doctor off the premises, whereupon he hung on the phone till he d gotten hold of practically the whole town. They came over in shifts [Continued on page 79)
august. 1943