Ralph Kuenz

AWRIGHT! SOMEBODY HELP Ralph up off the hangar floor. Yeah, I know I yanked his soapbox out from under him! Well, he invited me to use it for a little hangar flyin'. Can I help it if I have a lot to say and want to get an early start? What, Ralph? Five thousand feet over Lake Michigan tomorrow at dawn? You demand satisfaction, huh? You will be in your Hawker Hurricane? O.K. I will use my Fokker Y1C-15 ambulance ship, as I get airsick. Yeah? Same to you, "Hauptman Von Rottensocks!" Now will ya let me fan the breeze with these rubber scale builders standin' around the hangar here? Cripes, he's a trouble maker. Just because he knows the editor he thinks anyone else has no say! Boy, wait 'til tomorrow mornin'. I will drop hypodermics on him like they were flechettes!