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[Copyright, 1935, by the Times-Mirror Company]
SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 13, 1935.  SUNDAY, TEN CENTS
Miss Earhart's Own Story of Flight Traces First Solo Dash From Hawaii
NONCHALANT AS SHE LANDS
Crowd of 10,000 Greets Flyer
Hop Across Pacific Ocean Competed in 18 Hours and 16 Minutes
BY FLOYD J. HEALEY
"Times" Staff Correspondent 
OAKLAND AIRPORT, Jan. 12. 
(Exclusive) - Winging her way over 2408 miles of cloud-blanketed ocean Amelia Earhart Putnam landed here today completing her hazardous flight from Honolulu to the mainland. 
As nonchalantly as the average auto driver waves his fingers for a turn, Miss Earhart settled her high-winged monoplane on the runway here at 1:31 p.m., thereby becoming:
The first woman to make a successful flight across the Pacific; 
The first person ever to make a Pacific flight alone, either east or west;
BOTH MAJOR OCEANS
The first woman to fly both major oceans;
The first person, man or woman. to do it alone.
Eighteen hours and sixteen minutes out a Wheeler Field Honolulu, Miss Earhart picked up the California coast at Point Lobitas, about fifty miles south of her true circle course, and swung northward on a bee-line and low, for Oakland air-port. 
Her first audible words as the huge ship came to a landing without even a preliminary circle of the field were:
"I'm tired."
THRONG OF 10,000
The first words of most in a throng of 10,000 that greeted her were:
"Thank God, she's here."
In contrast to the flyer's casual acceptance of one more record for her famous log-book was the crowd's anxiety for her safety because computations based on information from Honolulu gave her a rapidly dwindling gasoline supply, radio-phone conversations had indicated she was not always certain she was on her course, fog rolled in great banks seaward, clouds were low and thick and the time she was expected to arrive came and went - without her appearance. 
Nine men and a woman have given their lives in unsuccessful attempts to negotiate the 2408-mile
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Still Able to Smile After Ocean Flight 
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Wire photo caught Amelia Earhart ar the cabin of her plane where she landed at Oakland after flying across the Pacific Ocean in 18 hours and 16 minutes and found her still able to smile. 
[Copyright. 1935. (P) Wirephoto]
Thousands surround plane of Amelia Earhart, as she emerges from cockpit, after her arrival at Oakland Airport from Hawaii. Arrow points to Miss Earhart, who by this feat became first person to fly solo from islands to mainland. So great was the enthusiasm of the crowd to greet the aviatrix that at first is was feared they might rush into path of her whirring propeller. They had waited for hours to welcome her. Miss Earhart, also showed the strain of her ordeal, saying "I'm tired," as she got out of the cockpit. 
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MISS EARHART WRITES OWN STORY OF PACIFIC FLIGHT
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stars seemed near enough to touch. Acting on the advice of the United States Navy Aerologival Bureau, I flew at an average of 8000 feet, and I ran through many rain squalls during the night. But never, in my many flights, have I ever seen so many stars or clouds. So much water that was half-hidden from my sight by little woolly clouds. 
HAZARD OF CRITICISM
I didn't encounter really bad weather throughout the entire flight, but the greatest hazard I had to overcome was the criticism heaped on my head for even contemplating the flight. For this reason the flight was infinitely more difficult than my two Atlantic flights. The criticism I had received before taking off from Hawaii was entirely unwarranted and manifested itself in a physical strain more difficult than fatigue. Throughout the night I felt this, yet I needed experienced actual nervousouness. On the flight I carried the charts prepared by Clarence Williams, Los Angeles consultant in navigation. 
These showed alternate courses, one to Oakland, the other to Los Angeles, the choice depending on weather. Before the take-off I picked Oakland, shorter by 150 miles, and I was able to stick to 
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sipped by a bit of the tomato juice, drank a little water and ate a hard-boiled egg. But I really wasn't very hungry. 
For cargo I carried a bunch of letters and a number of unique covers painted in miniatures by Olaf Seltzer of Montana, and as special pfilatelic treasures, a few envelopes that already had crossed the Atlantic by air with me. 
As some safeguard in a forced landing at sea, the plane contained a collapsible rubber boat, instantaneously inflatable from a cylinder of compressed carbon dioxide. This I found to be the only really unnecessary cargo I carried. 
WORE LIFEJACKET
In addition I wore a lifejacket similarly arranged, appropriate emergency rations were packed in the water-tight pockets of the raft.
Three times toward the end of the flight I thought I saw land but I was wrong twice. What I saw were shadows and clouds reflected in the water. 
Then, when I actually saw the California coast shortly before 1:30 I knew my goal was near. 
I was surprised to find a reception at the Oakland airport. The thousands of people were waiting to see a bedraggled pilot climb out of an airplane. 
It never occurred to me that any-
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Mrs. Amy O. Earhart, Amelia's mother, living at 10515 Spring Valley Lane, North Hollywood, yesterday told how she pent the long hours while the little plane was winging from Hawaii to Oakland
UNEASY MOMENT
"If you knew Amelia, you would understand why I didn't worry," she began. "My only uneasy moment was when it was announced over the radio that the flying [?] in Honolulu was muddy. 
"I knew what a terrible time she'd have getting that heavily loaded plane off the ground. But once she was up in the air everything was all right. Amelia isn't the kind to do a foolhardy thing.
"The first time I heard her voice, she said: 'O.K., O.K., I'm in the clear' or something like that. It came over the short wave just exactly like Amelia. The next message was "I'm in a heavy fog, but O.K.' There was some little wait and then I was glad to hear her say, 'O.K., in the clear again.'
COULDNT MISS
"It was a little disturbing towards the end when Amelia apparently got lost off the Coast somewhere, but I knew it would come out all right. She couldn't miss the whole continent. 
"Then when the flash came that she had arrived at Oakland I spun the dial to an opera for relaxation."
Mrs. Earhart, a spare, distinguished woman with graying hair, looked fresh and unwearied after her vigil.
She left the house once to go to a near-by airport on the chance Amelia would come to Los Angeles first. She doesn't expect Amelia to come south at this time and said: 
"She has affairs to attend to in Washington and won't be out here for several weeks, I think. Still. it's only two hours south and you never can tell. But she will be out certainly by spring, I believe."
BECAME FLYER HERE
Amelia learned her flying here. 
"I forget where it was, the airports didn't have names then," the mother said. "It must have been twelve years ago. A Miss Snooks, a woman Red Cross worker, taught her how to fly first. Her father opposed it terribly but I let Amelia have her way.
"As soon as she was ready I let her take me up. I've made lots of long trips with her. When you're with Amelia you always know you're safe. She's so cool. If she'd been home when her home back East caught fire a couple of months ago we'd probably have put it right out."
It is possible Amelia plants to spend considerable time here, as the Spring Valley Lane home was rented by her. 
PLANE BUILT AT BURBANK
"And what of her ship?"
That was the question on the lips of the air-minded in Los Angeles last night as they marveled at Amelia Earhart's latest conquests of the air lanes: Her crossing of the Pacific from Honolulu to Oakland. 
But few among them were away that her aerial steed is 4 years age and a "blood" relation of two other famous planes - Wiley Pos around-the-world Winnie Mae, and Sir Charles Kingsford-Smith's La Southern Cross