The immensely talented Johnny Ewing was born at a very, very early age, and almost immediately demonstrated a talent for drawing. The attempts to find his cute little mouth with his tiny spoon often left quite a large array of wet food puddles on his end of the dinner table, and he would smear his chubby little arms around in these puddles, making, uh, interesting designs. I was reluctant to remove the designs and would leave them until the flies became bothersome.
I often predicted that one day Johnny would make his mark in the art world, just as he had left marks on the dinner table, and I am utterly happy that I can now say, "I told you so," to those crass neighbours that held critical opinions of my Johnny.
The only part I do not understand is all this business about flying an airplane.
(signed) My Mother
Cessna & Cartoonist
If you've already read the first chapter in the book, "The Cessna, The Sky ... and the Cartoonist," then see what the reviewers say about it!
"The best read I've had in many years; the spelling is almost up to the 50% mark and the punctuation is highly imaginative." -- W. Shakespeare
"I had thought that pilots were a harebrained lot and it is doubly rewarding that Mr. Ewing has, with this booklet, taken such giant strides in allowing me to maintain that opinion." -- Lincoln
"Such delicate and descriptive prose is rarely seen on bookshelves, and Mr. Ewing's classics sure to occupy the same lofty ranks in literature as" Dick, See Dick, See Dick run." -- O. Khayyam
"What the Hindenburg did for the Zeppelin industry, this booklet is sure to do for aviation." -- C. Lindburgh
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