Amelia Page #4

"Oh, Lord, please let this last"

We seemed to float right through the air

Heavenly songs

Seemed to come from everywhere

And now when there's moonglow

Way up in the blue

I'll always remember

That moonglow gave me you

Hello, Elinor.

Mr. Putnam.

Yes, please come in.

Amelia.

Miss Smith.

I've been following your career

with a great deal of admiration.

Oh, Miss Earhart,

you are such an inspiration.

I never get tired

of reading about you.

They're saying

you get $500 a week on the lecture circuit.

- On a good week.

- On a bad week.

Depends on

whether you want the real or the sell.

Oh, I don't underestimate

the value of selling.

A 16-year-old girl

makes headlines illegally flying

under the four bridges of the East River.

You don't seem to need

much help selling yourself.

Actually, Mr. Putnam,

I was hoping you could do to

me what you've done to her.

What's your primary ambition?

To take Amelia's place as

the number one female pilot.

- You want a tip?

- I do.

If I listened to everyone

who said it was impossible,

I'd never be flying.

Don't let anyone turn you around.

You're all here.

Thank you.

So lovely to see you.

- Hello.

Good evening.

Good evening, Miss Earhart.

Marvelous party.

Oh, Amelia. This is Gene Vidal.

Amelia Earhart, the aviatrix.

She's a friend of George's.

How do you do, Miss Earhart?

Quite well, Mr. Vidal.

Thank you.

I understand you're writing a book

about your transatlantic journey

under the tutelage of the master.

Yes.

You enjoying your stay here in Rye?

I must say, I'm a bit out of my element.

The distance between this world

and where I come from

is as great as the distance

between the sun and the moon.

And you believe the whole

"opposites attract" theory is...

Pure hooey.

- Where are you from?

- Kansas.

"Hooey" is a Kansas word?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Public relations.

It's a new field, entirely new.

It's not publicity, not promotion.

Miss Earhart. May I call you Amelia?

We may be from different worlds,

but we have more in common

than you might imagine.

- Is that so?

- Yes. I'm a teacher,

at West Point, true, but still a teacher.

What do you teach?

Flying.

Listen, Amelia...

This is the first time

I've ever seen you stumped for a word.

What is it?

Marry me.

- What?

- I want you to marry me.

I don't want to get married, George.

I'm not the marrying kind.

Don't you see

you and I embarking on a new life?

Dear George.

Only I can make a

fulfilling life for myself.

I don't believe

that one can have a fulfilled life alone.

Only when it's shared.

Let me share your life with you.

Let me try to give you whatever you want.

When I was a little girl,

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