The man who writes this vivid tale of a pilot in the commercial air service of Europe today knows the scenes of which he writes and the spirit of the people who inhabit them, for, since the war, he has been one of the most active of all the American correspondents in Germany and Russia. He walked unseeing into the Tiergarten. It was winter--the sunless winter of Berlin, when trees sway like despairing skeletons praying to the wind for snow to cover their bones.…
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