Sparky Ames And Mary Mason Of The Ferry Command

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

"Sparky Ames of the Ferry Command" by Roy J. Snell is an exciting adventure that takes readers into the world of ferry pilots during World War II. Snell's narrative follows the daring exploits of Sparky Ames as she navigates the challenges of transporting aircraft to the front lines. This book offers a thrilling blend of aviation, wartime heroism, and suspense, making it a captivating read for those interested in the vital but often overlooked role of ferry pilots during the war.

"Kitty Carter, Canteen Girl" by Ruby Lorraine Radford is a heartwarming story that immerses readers in the life of Kitty Carter, a canteen worker during a critical period in history. Radford's narrative captures the spirit of service and sacrifice that defined the wartime era. This book is an engaging read for those who appreciate stories of individuals who made a difference during challenging times, and it serves as a tribute to the unsung heroes of the past.

When Annie and Sandy stopped in the little town of Butternut, a train robbery and an abandoned mine threaten to entangle the two of them in a mysterious maze of circumstances. Based on the classic comic strip by Harold Gray.

Sally Scott of the WAVES by Roy J. Snell is a captivating tale that follows the adventures of Sally Scott as a member of the WAVES during World War II. Snell's narrative is filled with action, camaraderie, and the challenges of naval life, making it a riveting read for those interested in historical fiction and tales of bravery.

"Barry Blake of the Flying Fortress" by Gaylord Du Bois is a gripping wartime tale that soars through the skies of World War II. Du Bois' narrative takes readers on a high-stakes journey alongside Barry Blake and his comrades aboard the Flying Fortress. With vivid descriptions and heart-pounding action, this book immerses readers in the challenges and courage of bomber crews during the war. It's a must-read for aviation enthusiasts and those interested in the heroic stories of the Greatest Generation.

"March Anson and Scoot Bailey of the U.S. Navy" by Marshall McClintock is an adventurous narrative that follows the lives of March Anson and Scoot Bailey as they serve in the U.S. Navy. McClintock's storytelling immerses readers in the world of naval service, duty, and camaraderie. This book is an exciting read for those interested in naval fiction, offering a glimpse into the experiences of sailors and the challenges they encounter during their service.

Example in this ebook CHAPTER ONE - FAREWELL TO THE PLYMOUTH The launch purred smoothly across the calm waters of the harbor, making for the Navy Yard pier. Their feet braced against the slow roll of the boat, two young men stood looking at the huge gray ship they had just left. “I’m beginning to have my doubts,” Scoot Bailey said almost to himself. “Same here,” the other replied. March Anson was shorter than his friend, but more solidly and compactly built. His gray-blue eyes were steady and cool, matching the set of his jaw, but the crinkling lines at their corners showed that this apparently serious young man spent a good deal of time smiling or laughing. “She was a swell ship,” Scoot said sadly. “Was!” exclaimed March. “She still is! Just because Bailey and Anson have left her, don’t you think she can carry on any longer?” A slow smile spread over his face as he turned to look at his friend. But Scoot was serious. “Oh, sure, March,” he replied. “But she’s out of our lives now. She’s past tense for us. And—well, she’s been just about everything to us for a year now—home, mother, and sweetheart!” “I know what you mean,” March said. “And it’s natural for us to wonder if we’ve done the right thing in being transferred. Right now we’re looking at what we’re leaving. In another ten minutes we’ll be concentrating on what we’re going to!” Scoot Bailey turned around and sat down. “I’m going to start right now,” he grinned. “No use getting sentimental about the old Plymouth at this point. I’m going to start thinking about the Lexington or the Shangri-La or whatever aircraft carrier I’ll be on in a few months.” “Good idea,” March agreed, sitting beside the tall and gangling young man who now stared ahead at the Navy Yard. “But that’s one trouble right now, Scoot. Neither one of us knows exactly where he’ll be. If you knew exactly what ship you’d be attached to, you could make your thoughts more specific. When you get there, you know you’ll love her just as much as you’ve loved the Plymouth—more, in fact, because you’ll be flying at last!” “Yes, I know, but what about you?” Scoot asked. “I still can’t figure out why you want to be a pigboat man. And what can you dream about now as you look into the future? The name of some fish, that’s all.” “Sure, subs are named after fish,” March replied. “And they have some swell names, too—the Barracuda, the Dolphin, the Spearfish, the Amberjack!” “Yes, they sound all right,” Scoot grinned. “But what if you’re assigned to the Cod or the Herring or the Shad? No, I can’t figure out what you see in those stuffy, cramped, oversized bathtubs!” This light-hearted argument had been going on ever since March Anson and Scoot Bailey had been in the Navy together. Neither one minded the jibes of the other, but the dispute as to the respective merits of air and underwater craft never ended. “Cozy and snug,” March said stoutly, “that’s what subs are! Not cramped and stuffy! Why—they’re all air-conditioned now!” “Maybe so,” Scoot said, shaking his head, “but no air-conditioning can match the clear blue sky a couple of miles up there where I’ll be flying! Boy—what a chance! Just what I’ve always wanted!” Their departure from the cruiser Plymouth was forgotten now as they thought of their futures. Only one aspect of that future was rarely mentioned by either of them, and they tried not to think too much about it. In their new activities they would not be together—these two who had been inseparable friends for so many long years. They had met in the first year of high school, back in that small Ohio city which now, during war, seemed so many miles and so many years away. Scoot had lived in Hampton all his life, but March had just moved there from the farm which his mother had sold when his father died. A widow with a son only thirteen years old could not run a 160-acre farm, she had decided, not if her son was to get the education she had determined he would have. To be continue