AVIATION AND AVARICE Breakfast at Capt.

Sol Berry's was a bountiful meal.

The depot master employed a middle-aged woman who came in each day, cooked his meals and did the housework, returning to her own home at night.

After Mr.Wingate had mowed a clean swath through ham and eggs, cornbread and coffee, and had reached the cooky and doughnut stage, he condescended to speak further concerning the stolen paper.
"Well," he said, "Brown give me and Jonadab a serious talkin' to when he got us alone." "'Now, fellers,' he says, 'we know what we've got to do.

Nothin'll be too good for this shebang and us if we get that agreement back.