GRANTLAND RICE: Behold, groaning under a gunmetal gauze, the galumphing goliaths of the sky lay constrained, lashed to the fools' earth as once Gulliver found himself tied. What man once dreamed of piercing the heavens in a missile of tin, and what a magnificent machine to be denied the heights to which it belongs! When Orville and Wilbur strode across the foam-dappled sands that fateful Kitty Hawk morn, could one have imagined the uplift to be caught under the wings of their mad notions? Could Icarus himself have foretold a world where the flight he sought could become as mundane an occurrence as the rising and setting of that very sun which doomed his fall?
GRANTLAND RICE'S FLIGHT IS DELAYED
