Jet Plane Mystery

Ensign Jack Steel sat on the edge of a life raft whittling a stick. A strange place to whittle, one might say, on the deck of a great U. S. aircraft carrier in mid-Pacific. But Jack loved to whittle.

"What do you make when you whittle?" someone once asked him. "Shavings—just shavings—that's all," had been his prompt reply. Then, feeling that this was not a real answer, he went on to say, "I whittle and think. Thinking is what really counts."