The avion my uncle flew / Cyrus Fisher ; pictures by Richard Floethe. [print]
Material type: TextPublication details: New York : Scholastic Incorporated, (c)1946.; [(1993 printing)]Description: 244 pages : illustrations ; 20 cmContent type:- text
- unmediated
- volume
- 0590462423
- 9780590462426
- PZ7.F533.A956 1993
- PZ7.F4998.F533.A956 1993
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- Newbery Honor Award, 1947
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Juvenile Book (10-day checkout) | G. Allen Fleece Library Newbery Award Collection - Second Floor | Fiction | PZ7.F4998 1993 (Browse shelf(Opens below)) | Available | 31923001807367 |
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Newbery Honor Award, 1947
"First Scholastic printing, October 1993"--Title page verso.
While visiting his uncle in the mountains of France shortly after World War II, Johnny stumbles upon an evil plot being hatched by a fugitive Nazi spy.
My Father Returns The Man with the Crooked Beard The Bargain Oncle Paul Le Village de St. Chamant La Maison de Ta Mere The Pig of the Mayor Le Trouble Vient Charles Veut Voir l'Avion de Mon Oncle Paul L'Avion Est Casse Monsieur Simonis Voit Charles et Moi ; "L'Avion Est Pret a Partir!" ; Le Jour de la Fete La Lettre.
Illustrations
Mon onlce threw le maire out of the door I went out after the men to help them bring in the casttle From the start something about him wasn't very pleassant I didn't reply--I couldn't I caught a glimpse of that dead white face I heard something again rattle softly against the side window Something flung around and smacked me in the face It staggered out from the bushes and laid down in the clearing We coasted down the path, a long glorious swoop of ride Mon oncle climbed into the cockpit, in between the wings We stole along through those gravestones, hearing the wind come sighing to us We crossed the creek, the water wetting us to the skin That blind peddler--I thought saw him bending over me--and he wasn't wearing his glasses! ; We saw mon oncle land. Thre emen from the black limousine ran to him.
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