Publisher's Synopsis
By 9-45 A.M. De Forest, Dragomiroff (Russia), Takahira (Japan), and Pirolo (Italy) wereempowered to visit Illinois and 'to take such steps as might be necessary for theresumption of traffic and all that that implies.' By 10 A.M. the Hall was empty, and the fourMembers and I were aboard what Pirolo insisted on calling 'my leetle godchild'--that is tosay, the new Victor Pirolo. Our Planet prefers to know Victor Pirolo as a gentle, grey-hairedenthusiast who spends his time near Foggia, inventing or creating new breeds of SpanishItalian olive-trees; but there is another side to his nature--the manufacture of quaintinventions, of which the Victor Pirolo is, perhaps, not the least surprising. She and a fewscore sister-craft of the same type embody his latest ideas. But she is not comfortable. AnA.B.C. boat does not take the air with the level-keeled lift of a liner, but shoots up rocket4fashion like the 'aeroplane' of our ancestors, and makes her height at top-speed from thefirst.
