Just me (1919)

Record Details:

Title:
Just me
Date:
1919
Publisher:
New York : George H. Doran Company
Volume:
Just me
Leaf #:
000185
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
April 18, 2024
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JUST ME to give me, and I felt sure that after all my years of struggling fame was awaiting me back on earth. Here I was up in the air for nearly two hours, and maybe when I did come down I would be a corpse and only a short item in the "Birth and Death Column" would tell of my heroic end. Gosh! These thoughts certainly messed up my peace and quiet. Then all of a sudden I began to feel like I was a merry-goround, and I began to get awfully dizzy. 1 looked at my aero partner and his face was growing whiter by the second. "Oh, my God, I'm getting sick," he gasped. "The storm has lifted, and I want to get back to earth before I lose my lunch and my sweet disposition." He was looking pretty rocky, but he was certainly gaining my respect through showing the signs of ordinary human weakness. I was getting awfully sick, too, but I felt that at least I was finding a friendly soul in my suffering. It seems that the balloon had gotten into a pocket of wind which made it keep spinning around in circles. This, by the way, has cured me of ever wanting to ride on a merry-go-round again. [175]