No, the Chief was the straight-suction model. And no, I don't have it any more.
I moved to California from Maryland in 1980 and became somewhat of a gypsy for a couple of years. I traveled very light, and the last thing I had room or accommodation for was vacuum cleaners! I had packed up a lot of stuff, including all my vacuum cleaners and paraphernalia, including a portable workbench I had made with my own two little hands, and stored all that stuff in my parents' basement with dire warnings to them not to throw any of it out. I knew that I would eventually want it back.
I had a dozen or so other old sweepers down there -- including an all-original Kirby 505 & a 513, an all-original and complete, and now rather rare Kirby 562 (the first tan model, which had a unique off-white cord with darn-tan plugs), two model AF Electroluxes that a friend's mother gave me - both all original and one had the first AF power nozzle, and I don't remember what else now. Oh, an old GE upright, my uncle's beat-up tan Hoover Constellation ... an Electrolux AE in the box ... the roadsize-find Airway Chief ... oh dear, I can hardly bear to list it all.
Oh, OH, OHHHH!!! The tragedy of it all!!!!!
You see, some years later, some time in the early 1990s, I got a nice letter and photos from Mama and dad telling me all about the comprehensive house makeover they had had done, including cleaning up and converting the basement into another bedroom and a den ........
Uh-oh... I thought to myself....... what happened to all my STUFF???! Panicking, I made a frantic call home to ask what they had done with all my boxes that were stored down there in the utility room.
You guessed it.
Sure enough, they had tossed out all my stuff, thinking that it had sat down there for over 10 years so surely I did not want it any more. Besides, Daddy said, the cat had gotten into a lot of the boxes and "pee'd" in them, so most of what was down there was ruined anyway.
Nice.
No more Airway. No more 505. No more 513. No more 562. No more AE, AF, AF. And so on, and so on, and so on.......
Have you ever seen a grown man cry??!
I found out later that they did keep a couple of the sweepers that had been stuck in another area down there, and the portable wooden work bench.
In, what, 1994, 1995, somewhere around there, when we had the first official meeting of the reconstituted VCCC at Alex Tabor's house in Chicago, I made a side-trip to my parents' house. Billy Lipman and Roger Proehl met me there. (They both live fairly close to where my parents used to live.)
I gave Roger and Billy the few things that were still there, and believe you me it was not much. Dad had held on to the upright G.E. because Mama had thought it was "kinda neat" -- the battered Constellation (that he had been using to clean out the dog kennel) -- a mongrel Kirby -- and that's about it I think. Somehow, the really best stuff had gotten thrown out. The portable work bench went to Billy Lipman.