  Eve receives an invitation from a unit of that most attractive and gallant body of men, the Royal Flying Corps. She is intensely excited and rushes off to see them She finds that the “feeling” between woman and woman is nothing compared with that existing between members of the two sections of flying men. In the picture the gallant observer is saying, “What! Lunching with a beastly pilot? We always look upon ’em as mere chauffeurs, Eve, dear”— —Whereas, the intrepid pilot at luncheon remarked, “I shouldn’t get too thick with those observer fellers, Eve; we only regard ’em as bally luggage.” (Eve had to put the wings on the wrong side of the chest to show them) |
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