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the whirr of a propellor in the region of the Art School—why,
Beis trow-she will nat Mick, who in turn calls Al, and these three
will be found hanging out of the Commercial Art room window at a most
dangerous angle in order to see the plane. ‘He's cut his motor—ooooh,
what a zoom—boy, but watch him bank on a turn—some pilot! and
many other expressions can be heard if one catches this air-minded trio

at the window.

We take our lunch and sketching books—oh yes, we take our sketching
books, of course, and 6B pencils,—just to remind us that after all we are
only Art Students—and we climb into the cockpit of Rolie's car. She
makes a perfect take-off and we find ourselves flying along Granville
Street on our way to the Airport. We hardly think lunches go with the
Flying Omlet,—but even Art Students have got to eat—Mickie, the most
artistic of the trio, has brought along a banana,—she says it goes per-
fectly with the car; Rolie munches gingersnaps—because it's Autumn and
brown is "in." Al thinks these color schemes are a bit dull, so she bites
into a bright red tomato.

We go to the Airland hangers—from whence the passenger planes go to
Seattle and Victorian—we clamber out and proceed vigorously to
sharpen our pencils and start in to sketch the City of Prince George—a
little silver seaplane. Rolie and Mick manage to get a very nice little
sketch, but Al is more interested in watching the A.W.A. Lockheed-Vega
plane. You see, we three are terribly eager to fly and one of us, namely,
Al, has been up in the afore-mentioned plane. However, it didn't cure
the disease, it made it worse for all of us when she described the thrills
of her flight from Victoria to Vancouver. We decided that to want to
fly and not to fly is pretty hard—but to fly and then to want to fly again
and—again—is a terrible malady.

We fly over to the Airport—I said "we fly""—we do; but Flight Com-
mander Rolie is at the controls.

We fly in formation, of course, with Squadron Leader Mick at the other
point and Grease-monkey Al in between (in case she leans too far out of
the cockpit watching for planes).

The pilots have become used to three excited figures in blue "avy jacks,"
and so they allow us to pass the sign which says "No admittance except

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