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...free-style part of the competition, Sonya's dazzling jumps, spins and double loops earned her top honors. Tenley was second. Said third-place Virginia: "I'm on a cloud." Joining incomparable Dick Button on the men's team: angular Jimmy Grogan, 20, of Colorado Springs, a frequent runner-up to Button, and Hayes Alan Jenkins, 18, a freshman at Northwestern University...
Next day, Harry Truman sought to calm them as he boarded the Independence. "I don't want any great fuss made about this situation," he said. "There is nothing wrong." But something was wrong. Harry Truman came away from the Florida sunshine into the blackest cloud of murk that has risen over Washington in many a year. Day after day, revelations of corruption in his Administration are piling up, amid indications that the scandals may grow to outstrip Teapot Dome. In political urgency, the graft scandals overshadow the Korean truce talks and the confused debate over U.S. mobilization...
When he was 1,200 ft. over Baragwanath, Comte cut loose his tow. Some ten miles to the south he spotted a towering thunderhead. Rain poured from its base, and lightning played around the high-riding, anvil-headed cloud. Sure that it would contain powerful updrafts, Comte headed for it. As he maneuvered under its base, he switched on his electrically driven gyro-horizon...
...passed 16,000 ft., watched his altimeter going "round and round like the hands of a crazy clock." After 15 minutes it registered 32,000 ft. The fog turned thin and milky, letting a little sunlight filter through. Suddenly there was a blinding flash. Said Comte afterward: "The whole cloud lit up, with me inside it. I felt lightning hit the top of my head a sharp blow and run through my hands into the control column. The plane continued flying steady, but I was scared...
Comte leveled out on a compass course for Bloemfontein and nosed out of the cloud. He was flying in the open, but all around him were high fog and more clouds. Comte headed into the fog, flew through steady downdrafts until he broke out again at 6,000 ft., 70 miles from where he had started his high, wild ride. For an hour and a half he tried to get around the rain fronts that hemmed him in, but he was finally forced down at Vredefort, 150 miles from his destination...