By 1927, women had won the right to vote, worked in the factories when their boys went off to war in France, and had passed Prohibition. But no woman aviatrix had successfully challenged the Atlantic Ocean as a pilot, until . . .Jack Riley's family Christmas was interrupted by a knock on his front door. On his porch stood a wet, disheveled young woman wearing worn, summer-weight flying clothes. Her hair hun ...Täielik kirjeldus
By 1927, women had won the right to vote, worked in the factories when their boys went off to war in France, and had passed Prohibition. But no woman aviatrix had successfully challenged the Atlantic Ocean as a pilot, until . . .Jack Riley's family Christmas was interrupted by a knock on his front door. On his porch stood a wet, disheveled young woman wearing worn, summer-weight flying clothes. Her hair hung from beneath a scuffed flying helmet and a cold raindrop fell from her goggles to the tip of her nose,"Mr. Riley, my name is Alice Harris. I flew up here today to hire you to fly with me across the Atlantic to England.