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in time for dinner." The quotation frustrate the commonplace truth that the human imagination works in divers ways. When a bicycle or an automobile swims within our ken, some of us immediately discern therein an instrument for advancing the art of war, and others for enabling you to eat your breakfast in New York and your dinner somewhere else. When the airship is just ready to become an actuality, some see in it the harbinger of universal peace, and others a machine for reconciling tea on Fifth Avenue with dinner in the Berkshires. When the East River tunnels are about to be completed, some characterize them as precious devices for draining the slums, extirpating crime and vice, and in general prolonging and sweetening human life, and others figure out that the tunnels make it possible for the Flatbush man to go home for lunch. Always it is some universal ideal--and breakfast. Record Long Branch 23 Oct - 1917 N.Y. DRAGGED IN CREEK BY WILD BALLOON Aeronauts Ascend in Philadelphia and After Thrilling Voyage Make Thrilling Descent Near Matawan Swept before a forty mile gale from Philadelphia to Matawan in a balloon. yesterday afternoon, Alan R. Hawley of New York, and Arthur T. Atherholt, of Philadelphia, fell in a creek and were dragged for three-quarters of a mile before the balloon collapsed. Although the trip lasted only from half past twelve o'clock until fifteen minutes after two, it was one of continued excitement. In passing over New Brunswick the Balloon was sailing at an altitude of twelve thousand feet, a height seldom equalled in this country. It was Feared that the balloon would escape before all was ready while it was being inflated at Point Breeze, in the out-skirts of Philadelphia. Fierce gusts swept it to the ground and the sandbags proved ineffectual to hold it. Strong ropes were attached to trees and stakes and a score of men labored with the huge gas bag to hold it in control until it had been filled and Mr. Hawley and Mr. Atherholt were ready to start. Under a clear sky, the ballon go the full strength of a sun's heat, and the highly expanded gas continued to lift it until the automatic instruments recorded a height of twelve thousand feet. As the balloon was approaching Matawan Mr. Hawley decided to make a landing rather than try to cross to Staten Island. Gradually he let the gas escape, and when about one hundred feet from the earth he pulled the rip cord. He had made no mistake in choosing a place to land and the balloon struck in an open field, but by a combination of circumstances most of the gas failed to escape. It happened that the section of the big bag which was ripped open fell underneath when the ballon came down and the gas was held almost as completely as if nothing had been done to set it free. Before anything could be done to save the situation Mr. Haley and Mr. Atherholt were swept across the field and into a creek. through the creek the basket was dragged while the aeronauts clung to the open ropes of the basket. drenching both men thoroughly, and up a small hill and almost to a wood before the last of gas had finally escaped. Neither of the men were hurt. MAKE A PERILOUS DESCENT (Special Dispatch to The Morning Telegraph.) PHILADELPHIA, April 22. Allan R. Hawley, of New York, and A. T. Atherbolt, of this city, to-day made a very successful ascension in A. N. Chandler's Ballon. According to word received to-night from the air travelers, they had a most eventful journey, finally landing in a creek near Matawan, N. J. They sailed sixty miles in a little more than one hour and a half and rose to the height of 12,000 feet. The aeronauts tried to shape a course to Paterson, but the wind shifted, and when they got within sight of the sea they concluded it was time to get back to earth. They lost no time in doing so, and in there descent were badly shaken up, although neither was injured. When the great ship was freed from her moorings at the athletic grounds at Point Breeze this afternoon, she shot swiftly from the ground and moved off, north of east. After rising steadily and continuing eastward for a few miles, the ballon came into a stratum of upper air, where the wind blew northeast and, changing her course, abruptly shot over the city and was plainly visible to great crowds in the streets. The wind was so strong at the time of the start that two photographers who were trying to get snapshots of the ascension were knocked down as the ballon was clearing the ground. Eve. Telegram. New York 23 ap - 1907 END BALLOON RIDE IN WATER OF CREEK Aeronauts Are Dragged Nearly a Mile When Gas Fails to Escape from Bag. Both Alan R. Hawley, of this city and Arthur T. Atherholt, of Philadelphia, are wondering to-day just how they managed to escape unhurt when a balloon in which they had been sailing failed to open when the rip cord was pulled and dragged them for three-quarters of a mile over farmlands and at last landed them in a creek. The aeronauts started from Philadelphia and were twelve thousands feet in the air when Matawan, N.J., was reached. Mr. Hawley did not want to try to cross the Kill Von Kull to Staten Island, and started to let out the gas. The Balloon dropped to one hundred feet above the earth when the rip cord was pulled. He had made no mistakes no mistake in choosing a place to land and the balloon struck in an open field, but by combination of circumstances most of the gas failed to escape. it happened that the section of the big bag which was ripped open fell underneath when the balloon came down and the gas was held almost as completely as if nothing had been done to set it free. Before anything could be done to save the situation Mr. Hawley and Mr. Atherholt were swept across the field and into a creek. Through the creek the basket was dragged, while the aeronauts clung to the ropes of the basket drenching both men thoroughly, and up a small hill and almost to a wood before the last of the gas had finally escaped. Neither of the men was hurt. FRIGHTFUL SUNDAY EXPERIENCE John Mack the aeronaut, can tell you now exactly how it feels to drop a sheer quarter of a mile through the air: the earth flying up to meet you with a velocity increasing geometrically with every beat of the heart: every half second a long drawn hour of agony: breath gone, eye popping out of the head and every faculty stretched on the rack of dread. and then- To have that dad banged parachute, which had obstinately refused to work during the agonizing eons of your descent, open its scrupulous lips to a slant of wind, smile foolishly and with babbling arms outspread stagger slowly to the ground. and then- to fall and faint on a railroad track under the drunken shape of the big umbrella, realizing as consciousness fades that you have escaped digging a deep hole in the ground with your broken bones only to express train- an express train, probably-and not caring a continental dum. That, so near as he can recall, is the experience that Mack went through on Sunday afternoon at Hillside Park, Newark. He went up in his balloon to the height of 2,000 feet and jumped out with his parachute. It was a brand new umbrella but Mack had rehearsed it carefully and felt sure that it would be true to him. Imagine his head; there was a roaring of ten head seemed about to burst, when, at the height of 600 feet, the stubborn parachute spread its arms and he stopped in his descent so suddenly that his arms were almost pulled out of their sockets. He would have been shaken loose from the trapese only that his wrists were tied fast. The umbrella sank slowly to the Erie tracks, and Mack failed from the shock and strain on his nerves. The crowd who had watched his descent in horror, up to the time it was arrested by the parachute, found him lying unconscious. He came too after a time, staggered to his feet and was carried away. "Never again!" Mack exclaimed fervently. But they all say that-and forget it. OF DOUGLAS
