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Rh course, all the interpretation should not be on one side.

In the midst of all these activities at Denison House, not much time was left for flying. How­ever, I did join a chapter of the National Aero­nautic Association there and was ultimately made Vice-President. And I did tuck into the busy Denison House days everything I possibly could that had to do with my favorite hobby. I knew some of the local flyers. I went up whenever I had the opportunity. I was busy, too, with Miss Ruth Nichols of Rye in trying to work out some means of organizing the women in the fold. The National Playground Association asked me to be on the Boston Committee to judge in a model air­plane tournament they were sponsoring at the time. And since this combined my two greatest interests, aviation and social work, in an unusual way, I was very glad to serve.

None of this was what you could call important—except to me. It was sheer fun. And it did keep me in touch with flying.

It usually works out that if one follows where an interest leads, the knowledge or contacts some­how or other will be found useful sometime. To the person who has learned to swim well comes the opportunity to rescue a drowning man. If I hadn’t cared enough to become a member of the aviation group in Boston, there wouldn’t have been a Friendship crossing for me.

Instead of the elaborate plans which many of the