This is one of those occupational romances which does nothing to justify the adjective while servicing the noun. Ellen Markham is a good pilot (she's been ferrying planes for some time) but she does run into attempts to discriminate against and disqualify her because of her sex. Even Ben Richter, an inspector, doesn't realize she's just as capable at the controls and she is not responsible for her first crash. Well -- she and her roommate engage in little theatre activities; Ellen gets the mumps; and finally she's the first girl to fly the Atlantic in a single engine plane. And there's Ben, to marry.... None of this bears or will bear up to comment -- it's aero-naughtical nonsense.