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AEROPLANE FLIGHTS TREMENDOUS SUCCESS 
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Paul Studensky, The Plucky Little Russian Aviator, Makes Good His Every Promise on Monday.
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Gives Magnificent Exhibition of Aeroplane Flying, in Two Flights, Flying Over City in the Evening.

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[[underlined in red]]Hurrah for Paul Studensky--dapper athletic, nervy and alert challenger of the birds! This was the sentiment of the huge crowds of people who assembled in Owatonna Monday to[[/underlined in red]] see the aeroplane flights provided by the Order of Eagles to make good on their promise of flights at the Fourth of July celebration which was unfulfilled then because of no fault of theirs.

The sturdy little Russian sent here by the National Aeroplane Company made good in every respect in his flights Monday. The crowd wanted to see an aeroplane start and stop; wanted to see it skim along near the ground and to see it soar high; wanted to see it turn and rise and descend; wanted to see it soar over the fields and wing its way over church steeples and chimneys; and the crowd wanted to see it do these things without accident and without tragedy. Studensky delivered the goods and was entitled to an ovation which he surely would have had but for the widely scattered condition of the populace witnessing his feats.

The first start was made on schedule time at five o'clock but was very brief, the machine failing to rise. Then it was taken to another part of the field and shortly was seen skimming over the top and down the slope of a gentle hill whence it leaped into the air and was off a flight of more than twenty minutes.

In this first flight Studensky found conditions very bad, the air being full of pockets which caused the machine to make sudden slumps, and of gusts of wind, which made management difficult. On this account he stuck to the fields around the Alexander farm and did not rise above two hundred feet. He stated after coming down that he [[/column one]]

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would not have then attempted to go over the city for a million dollars. [[underlined in red]"I like my work and am not afraid when things are right," said Studensky, "but I am also fond of life and will not take chances."[[/underlined in red]]

In the evening flight at seven o'clock Studensky found the conditions so perfect that he was enthusiastic over them, after his descent declaring that he never made a more delightful and perfect flight. The "take-off" was toward the west, and at first he sailed several miles in that direction going almost out of sight. Then, finding the atmospheric conditions perfect, he swung off in a big circle to the south, came back northeasterly almost directly over his starting point and winged his way out over the city at an altitude of at least twelve hundred feet. He swung Dartt's addition, then southward over the southeastern part of the city and back to the Alexander farm. A large piece of white canvas was stretched on the ground by his assistants to enable him to locate a landing place in the dusk, and the great bi-plane, after making one sweeping circle, graceful slanted to the ground like a great bird, striking on its wheels on a gentle slope, running up over the slope like a huge heron and coming to a stop on the farther side at about one hundred and fifty yards from where it first touched earth.

This entire flight took not more than twenty minutes, and the speed of the great aeroplane must have been nearly forty miles an hour to have covered the distance it did.

How deceptive the distances are when viewed from the ground was shown by the fact that those at the starting point thought that Studensky had gone eastward no farther than the river, whereas he sailed at least a mile farther over the city. [[/column 2]]

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Studensky was anxious to make good, having the true spirit of the man of nerve and the man of business. Before the evening flight, when he head observed the air conditions, he said to those about him in his accurate English but with the marked continental accent, "Ah, tonight I will show them somsings. I will gif efferbody a chance to see." Studensky kept his promise to the letter.

It was thrilling to see this lone, daring air-pilot swinging thru the air at a height from which our biggest buildings looked like toy houses, while the humming drone of his engine made the air vibrant.

[[underlined in red]]Studensky frankly declares that the thrilling vol-planing and corkscrew evolutions attempted by many aviators, almost always finally to their destruction, are out of his line.[[/underlined in red]] Yet he is considered one of the finest aviators in the country. He declares his belief that the people want no tragedy-inviting stunts, but prefer to see an aeroplane show what it can do in the way of plain, swift, accurately controlled flying.  He believed that aviators who fly as he does, with commons ense and common prudence, need have no apprehension of sudden death.  He likes his job and he expects to keep at indefinitely, and to that end he proposes to take no chances that are unnecessary and foolhardy. In this all the many friends he made by his splendid exhibition here applaud him. There would be sincere sorrow in Owatonna should the news ever come that Studensky had met with accident.[[/column 3]]

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