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RUTH LAW LANDS HERE FROM CHICAGO IN RECORD FLIGHT Gasoline Nearly Gone on Last Leg of Her Journey, She Volplanes to Governors Island. GLIDES THROUGH DENSE FOG Gen. Wood Greets Her at End of 884-Mile Trip, Made in 8 Hours, 55 Min., 35 Sec. ALMOST BENUMBED BY COLD Trip Hailed as America's Greatest Flight--Will Try Again with a Big Machine. Record of Miss Law's Flight from Chicago to New York. Left Chicago, (Eastern time). 8:25:00 A. M. Arrived Hornell, N. Y........ 2:10:00 P. M. Left Hornell................. 3:24:00 P. M. Arrived Binghamton, N. Y..... 4:20:00 P. M. Left Binghamton ............. 7:23:00 A. M. Arrived New York ............ 9:37:35 A. M. Time. Miles. Chicago to Hornell........... 5:45:00 590 Hornell to Binghamton ....... 6:56:00 90 * Binghamton to New York .... 2:14:35 201 Total .................. 8:53:35 884 * This figure is based on Miles Law's speedometer. The Aero Club figures that she flew 210 miles. A hundred and twenty pounds of pluck called Ruth Law glided her little old 100 horse power "pusher" aeroplane down of a swift wind out of a mixture of fog and Jersey smoke yesterday morning and landed on Governors Island, winner of the American non-stop cross-country aviation record, and breaker of all world's records for women fliers. Uncle Sam's band down on the island was playing its best tune, and the sun peeped out to flint a thousand welcomes from the riles and swords of the garrison on parade, as the girl made a graceful turn and stopped in front of Major General Leonard Wood, who was waiting to shake her hand. As his aides helped her from her seat the General said: "Little girl, you beat them all!" Miss Law had completed the last log of her Chicago-New York flight, having come yesterday morning from Binghamton. Sunday she had set a new American cross-country record by flying from Chicago to Hornell, N.Y., a distance of 590 miles, and then ninety miles more to Binghamton, where she spent the night. She left Binghamton at 7:23 A. M., and landed on Governors Island at 9:37:35, official time. It's a matter of about 150 miles in air line from Binghamton to New York, but Miss Law flew 204 miles in making the trip, according to her speedometer. Because of the fog she found it impossible exactly to follow her course. She made the 884 miles from Chicago in 8 hours 55 minutes and 35 seconds. Benumbed on Arrival. Seated away out on the nose of her little machine, she looked in her aviation logs of wool and leather for all the world like a young Eskimo in his Sunday clothes. She was so benumbed with cold that she didn't move for a moment or two after her aeroplane had stopped. Bundled up as she was what one noticed first were her blue eye looking through the goggles. Unprotected by shield or car body, she had flown perched out in the air surrounded on three slides by nothing, and the cold and dampness had penetrated even heavy clothing. Other hands unbuckled the strap that held her in the craft and helped from her seat. She stood a bit stiffly for a moment, then she pulled off her gloves and removed her leather helmet. Next off came her face mask, and she stood there smiling. And then everybody cheered. Her face was blue with cold and she started to walk briskly about to get warm. With her feed incased in big leather boots over her shoes, with four suits of woolen and leather clothes, she looked to be the very stout person she wasn't. "I'm cold," was the first thing she had to say. Then sh took from the seat all her baggage - a blue serge skirt-tucked it under her arm, climbed into an automobile, and went to the quarters of Major and Mrs. Carl F. Hartmann, where she washed her face and hands, asked for Mrs. Hartmann's powder puff, and there are some breakfast. Volplaned to Island. It was breakfast that Miss Law told of a thrilling experience she had had in landing on the aviation field at Governors Island that none of the spectators knew about. She said that when she left Binghamton she had not put any additional gasoline in the tanks of the machine, because after measuring the fuel she thought she had an ample supply. She forgot that the extra tank she had put on the machine was set so low and that it would not feed the last two or three inches of fuel. When she reached upper Manhattan coming down the Hudson her engine began to "cut cut," and when she was about opposite Twenty-third Street it began to miss badly. To meet this critical situation the girl shot up rapidly and volplaned the Governors Island for the last three miles of her flight, gliding down with the wind instead of against it. When she landed the engine was still missing badly, and she could have gone only a short distance further. As it was to get to the Island she had to tip the machine several times to get fuel to the carburetors from the low supply in the tank. After she had breakfast, Miss Law faced about fifty newspaper men. "You have made the longest flight a woman ever made, haven't you?" they asked. "I have made the longest flight an American ever made," she replied, leav- Continued on Page 5.
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