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motor was runnning and the aeroplane was headed into the wind. 

Both Shoot from Plane 

But as the last circle the machine was to make was started, a sudden gust, clearly of more strength than the prevailing wind had been, lifted the tall of the machine almost perpendicularly. For what was only a fraction of a second, but what seemed to the horror stricken thousands below well over a minute the monoplane appeared to stand still in a verticle positon. 

Then the figure of Mr. Willard was seen to shoot out of the aeroplane, followed an instant later by that of Miss Quimby. Just after the obdies had left the machine they were sharply silhoutted against the setting sun, a horrible picture to the spectators who knew what must be the inevitable outcome to the helpless aviatrice and her passengeer falling from such an altitude. 

The bodies truned over and over as they plunged downward. They struck the waters of Dorchester Bay about twenty feet from the sore and immediately splashed out of sight, a huge cloud of spray hiding them from view. Ten seconds later the twisting, corkscrewing riderless monoplanve plunged into the Bay fewer than ten feet from where its victums' lay buried in the mud. 

The water at that spot was but five feet deep, and men from the Yacht Club, who had seen the accident, had hastened there in motor and row boats. They could not see the figure of either Miss Quimby or Mr. Willard for a while. ifnally two men leaped over board, and. groping for the bodies, brought them to the surface. 

A morbid crowed rushed to the spot where the bodies lay while waiting for a conveyance to take them to a hospital. But Dr. George Sheehan, the chief surgeon, summoned a troop of State cavlyr from the aviation feild which the troopers had been patroling, and the soldiers quickly formed a cordon around the soot and drove the curisity seekers away. Afew moments later the ambulance arrived and the victims were taken to the Quincy Hospital. 

Miss Scott Plucky in Air. 

WHile all this was transpiring on the ground Miss Blanche Scott, and American aviatrice, who flies a biplane, who was also an entrant in the meet, was flying for the woman's duration prize. From a height of about 600 fet Miss Scott had seen the accident, but in the excitement attendant on Miss Quimby's fail no one had noticed the lone flyer in the sky. 

Suddenly the unmuffled roar of Miss Scott's engine burst through the brain fog that was heavy on those who had seen Miss Quimby and Mr. Willard killed. All eyes were turned aloft. Miss Scott was seeen to e making sweeping circles over the field about 500 feet up. Twice she started to come down, but each time she clearly changed her mind and headed the biplane once more to a level course. 

Then, summoning all her nerve, she turned the nose of her machine earthwoard and landed, after a long volplane, in the far corner of the field. Before any one could reach her she had fainted in her seat. 

With Miss Quimby as her chaperon during the Boston meet was Mrs. Helen Vanderbilt, a niece of Johb Sleicher, publisher of Leslie's Weekly, on whose staff Miss Quimby was editor of the dramatic and woman's departments. Both she and Leo Stevens, Miss Quimby's business manager, were prostrated by the accident. 

Protege of Moisant. 

Miss Quimby saw her first aeroplane flight on October 30, 1910, the day that the late John B. Moisant won the Statue of Liberty race during the Belmont Park tournament. She saw the triumph over Grahame-White of the little American who had carried a passenger from Paris to London, the first to accomplish the feat, and she instantly determined she, too, would take up aviation. 

That night, when John Moisant was dining quietly with his two sisters and his brother, Miss Quimby arrived at the Hotel Astor, where the Moisants lived. Before she left that evening she made him promise that he would teach her how to fly. 

Miss Quimby was the first applicant and the first pupil in the Moisant school at Garden City. Stormy weather kept her abck for a long while, but after less than one hour actually spend in the air MIss Quimby won her license at the Moisant aerodrome on August 1. 

During her school experience she had as friedly rival Miss Mathilde Moisant, sister of John, and Miss Moisant won her license thirteen days later. 

Miss Quimby's first public flight was made at the Richmond County (Stater Island) fair last September. Miss Quimby flew the following month at Trenton Fair Grounds, and then went to Mexico City, where she enjoyed the honor of being the first woman in the world to start from an altitude of 7,500 feet in an aeroplane. 

Then she went to France, keeping secret her determination to fly across the English Channel. She finally persuaded Louis Bleriot, himself the first man to fly accross the channel, to let her have a 50-horsepower machine with which to make the trip. Bu[cuts off] Bleriot was strongly opposed to a woma nflying so powerful a machine and consented very reluctantly to sel[cuts off] Miss Quimby a 70-horsepower passenger-carrying monoplane for her use in this country. 

Miss Quimby was born in San Francisco twenty-nine years ago. She was for a time engaged in newspaper work there, and went to New York about nine years ago, immediately to embark in her magazine work. She was the author of mor than two hundred motion picture plays. 

Bold Kills Women and Cow 

Minneapolis. July 1. - While Mrs. Carl Nord, ageed eighteen, stood in a barn dorr on a farm near here to-day watching her husband milking, a bolt of lightning killed the woman and the cow. The latter fell on the man, painfully injuring him. The couple had been married but three months. 

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Miss Quimby climbing into her aeroplane. [Image Caption]
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