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2  THE BOSTON GLOBE—TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 1911.
HOMAGE OF A KING IS PAID OVINGTON
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Worcester Wildly Enthusiastic In Greeting
the Aviator
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Volume of Cheers Deafening When He Alights at the Fair Grounds.
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By LAWRENCE J.. SWEENEY
WORCESTER, Sept 4 - A great crowd poured into this city today to greet the aviators in the Globe's $10,000 contest.
  And not one of that vast concourse of people who literally swarmed over the grounds of the Worcester county agricultural society on the outskirts of the city, and on every available eminence in the different parts of the city, were disappointed.
  They came to see, and they did.
  They saw Earl L. Ovington, an American aviator, who, with Arthur B. Stone, another American, were the only birdmen who had the courage to start in monoplanes from the Atlantic aviation field, loom up on the southeastern horizon just above the hill-surrounded city and later glide gracefully upon the open inclosure [[enclosure]] surrounding the half-mile race track at the fair grounds, the ultimate winner of the Globe's $10,000 tri-state, cross-country flight.
  They saw, for the first time, a real aeroplane in flight. They observed, and intently, too, the monoplane grow from the merest black speck against the fleece-like clouds that floated, almost at a standstill, fully a mile in the heavens, to a thing of form.
 Larger and larger did the dot in the heavens grow until it could be plainly seen to be moving! Gradually - first slowly, and then more rapidly - the smudge against the snow-white clouds assumed proportions.
  Every instant brought the monoplane nearer and every fraction of a second made its contour more pronounced against the background of light vapor and turquoise-blue sky.
  Worcester enjoys the distinction of being the home of the inventor of an airship that has been reported to have accomplished wonderful things in the air, but Worcester people, nor the thousands who poured into the city by trolley, motor, animal power of by human locomotion, had ever seen this much-talked-of invention in actual light.
  Balloons have passed over this inland country, but never until today has an aeroplane soared over the territory of central Massachusetts.
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Too High to See Captive Balloon.
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erly end of the landing inclosure [[enclosure]], he applied all the warp to his wind, banked at a steep gradient, and then swooped gracefully down over the heads of the crowds and glided on to the field.
  Ovington's was not a  picturesque nor altogether a graceful alighting. He did not land as light as the proverbial feather. The reason for his apparent lack of absolute control of his machine is easily explained, however. At the altitude at which Ovington had flown for the greater part of the time after leaving Atlantic and Nashua - 5000 feet - the air was rare and cold. Coming suddenly into the warmer air currents from the earth, his glasses became blurred and sweated and his vision was hampered to such an extent that he could not judge the distance precisely. 
  Ovington's monoplane stopped on the grassy infield, with not a single person with 500 feet of him, at just 2:09. Almost instantaneously the stifling hush was broken. The stilled voices sent up a shout of acclaim has seldom been heard by aviator.
  The Boston aviator could not comprehend the full volume of the reception. His ears were deafened by the continuous roaring of his 70-horse power motor, but he knew that he was the recipient of such a frenzied reception as few could boast. For a few seconds he sat in his seat opposite the wildly exultant grandstand. Then, before even his chief mechanician could reach him, he hopped out of his racing machine and stood bowing and smiling to the enthusiastic thousands.
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Congratulations of Thousands
After Ovington nimbly leaped to the ground he shed his waterproof jacket and removed his heavy leather helmet and smoked goggles. For the first time the assemblage had an opportunity to see what this wonderful aviator, a true American pioneer, looked like.
  With his handkerchief, he removed the oil and grease with which he was pretty generously bespattered, and then strode toward the tent which housed the committee.
  Beneath his heavy canvas coat, he wore two heavy gray sweaters, and as he ambled across the field his every movement was noted by the curious admiring crowd. His heavy shoes, his heavy tweed knee breeches and his greenish-gray stockings were scanned and commented upon.
  After shaking hands all round with the
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THRILLING INCIDENTS IN THE FLIGHT FOR THE GLOBE'S $10,000
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OW! THE NERVE O' THAT GUY.
SEE PITTY BUTTERFLY BABY.
HE'LL BUST HIS BLOOMING NECK IF HE DONT GIT
  OVER TO THEM MARSHES.
THE MAD CHASE THROUGH THE STREETS AS STONE
  WAS FORCED TO LAND.
OVINGTON SAILING OVER THE ARLINGTONS
OVINGTON'S OVATION
NEXT TO THE TELEGRAPH KEY AND WITH A MAP
  MRS. OVINGTON KEPT TABS ON HER HUSBAND'S
  FLIGHT.
GET READY TO DUCK, SON THIS ONE'S GOING TO 
  LAND IN OUR FRONT YARD.
IT DID LOOK THAT WAY AS ATWOOD CAME DOWN.
LIEUT. MILLING'S PICTURESQUE ARRIVAL
MR-ASA SPACES WAS IN AT THE FINISH
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LIEUT MILLING'S STARRT FROM ATLANTIC
Ovington Inspects His Monoplane Before Leaving Worcester for Providence

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'Enclosure' is often spelled as 'inclosure' in more than one news article.