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ness at the Sharonville track, but owing to the forbidding weather no trial flight was attempted. 

With Miss Law came her now famous dog, a big, handsome cross between a Belgian shepherd dog and a Siberian wolf, the breed now being employed in the French trenches for sentry and other purposes.

Miss Law's visit in the section contiguous to the portion of France now being raked by bomb and shrapnel fire is told by her in remarkably interesting narratives, which, pieced together, would make material worthy of the best morocco binding.

Sought To Study Aircraft
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Her purpose in visiting France was to study air craft and to obtain one of the latest type high powered airplanes now being used by the Allies. From the outset she encountered gravest difficulty in accomplishing her purpose was under suspicion many times as to her real purpose in coming into the war0ridden country, subjected to search by officials of various departments and finally denied the pleasure of bringing back her the object she sought.

However, she was enabled to witness many unusual sights, among them being the spectacle of London under the danger of a raid from the skies.

"When we arrived in London," said Miss Law, "there were rumors of enemy craft overhead, and the huge searchlights of London began scouring the heavens for a sign of them. At the same time a siren sounded the alarm to unprepared citizens, which was intended to direct all good folk to go to their cellars and wait until the signal was given that the air was cleared of danger. Instead of doing this wise thing, however, most of them came pouring out into the streets, gazing skyward, filled with curiosity to see the raiders. It was just dark, the early part of the evening, and I was sure I could see the light of one of the machines, but after some argument I had to admit it was only the evening star."

Makes Journey to Front.
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Miss Law was in Paris for a few weeks, from which point she made a journey to the nearest approach to the war front allowed by the authorities. Owing to the great preparations which were under way in anticipation of the great spring offensive, civilians were not allowed beyond Compiegne, a distance about 50 miles northeast of the French capital.

During her visit in Paris Miss Law took a flight in one of the latest type Fresh airplanes, which negotiate a speed of 135 miles an hour. She went up with Robert Moran, one of the old school aviators, who took up the business of cloud-punching along with Wright brothers, Glen Curtis and other veterans of the air. In describing her sensations in this flight Miss Law declared that for three or four minutes she was unable to take a breath, the speed was so terrific.

She declares a vacuum is created by the inordinate speed through space, making it almost impossible for the lungs to perform their proper functions, and she was only able to maintain her consciousness by placing her hand tightly over her nose and drawing her breath through her teeth.

"The entire city of Paris in one eyeful is indeed a wonderful sight," she said.

March 18 a Zeppelin was brought down in Compiegne. Miss Law was in Paris on that day, and she tells then story in this way: 

"We heard there was a Zeppelin over Paris. Of course we hurried outside to get a look at it, but it was dark and we could not make out the lines of the big airship.

But no sooner had the alarm been given 
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night by Miss Law over the city of Chicago. 

"Do you mean to say that you fly at night and drop bombs?" inquired the officials, incredulously.

When told that she considered it nothing uncommon to do that very thing the officials detained them until the matter could be better grasped by them, and she and her party were held incommunicado at the Liverpool station. None of their appeals for permission to cable New York were heard. They were told they were not in New York, but in Liverpool, and that New York could not help matters any until the department was satisfied Miss Law was a safe person to tread English soil.

"I thought it was me for the Tower of London," said Miss Law, "But we finally succeeded in furnishing ample proof of our identity and purpose, and were allowed to go."

Miss Law left her luggage at London, thinking to use that city as her base while in Europe, and when the submarine barred zone went into effect the American Line stopped all sailings and she had to make other plans for returning to America, which she expected to do from a French Port. 

Baggage Not Delivered. 

She sent for her luggage when she was ready to sail, but it was never delivered, and she says all of her trunks are perhaps on some channel streamer or lost in some other place and unredeemable forever. The uncertainty of French sailings caused her to heed the advice of friends in France and to take a ship from a Spanish port, which she did March 25, arriving home April 4. 

Miss Law has many friends in Cincinnati and has made exhibition flights here before, appearing at Coney Island during the season of 1915, when she made a decided impression by reasos of her spectacular daring and her wonderful knowledge of the art if air-piloting.

She is presenting her Cincinnati friends with a "trench ring" made by the French soldiers from the aluminium on the new shells being used, set with a diadem made from the brass button off the coat of a dead Bosche.  

"They rip the buttons off for souvenirs," said Miss Law, "then shape them into these things and send them to the friends they have left behind."

The intrepid young aviatrix created
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something of a sensation at the hotel where she is stopped by her uniform of khaki, made with the frogs, the visored cap and the cut of la militaire.
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at an early hour today. Great interest in the exhibits, especially those of the women's department, was shown. Most of the ladies displayed keen curiosity as to the entertainment facilities offered in the midway and the attractions were early receiving generous patronage. 

Not all of the children of Trenton attended the fair yesterday, apparently, for there are large numbers of them present with their mothers today. At the colliseum where the judging of cattle is taking place many women congregated and talked over the various points of the exhibited live stock with the keenest of interest and marked appreciation. 

BREAKS ATTENDANCE RECORD

All records for attendance at the Fair were broken yesterday when the turn stiles registered 41,000 admissions to the grounds. Of this number, about 25,000 were school children and about 16,000 were adults. The former record of attendance on Monday, that of last year, was 32,000 admissions. 

Judging of live stock and poultry exhibits began in earnest this morning. W. H. Pew, Ravenna, O., and a national authority on beef cattle is judging the exhibit of short horns. Prof J. R. Dawson, of State College, Pa., is judging the exhibit of Jersey dairy cattle. prof. W. H. Skelly of New Brunswick is judging Hampshire swine. Prof W. H. Tomhave, State College, Pa., is judging Berkshire swine. Prof. Skelly is judging Chester White swine. Arthur Danks of Allamunch, N. J., is judging sheep. PICKUP FOLLOW FAIR

RUTH LAW THRILLS

Thrills - all the thrills promised in the rosy forecasts of the Trenton Fair Association - gripped the hearts of the more than 25,000 children who attended the fair yesterday as the guests of the association when Ruth Law and her "Flying Circus" put on their spectacular aerial act. About 10,000 adults also in attendance at the far yesterday had their hearts in their mouths as the daring aviators put on their death-defying spectacle. 

While Lieutenant Verne Treat drove her plane through two loop-the-loops above the race track Miss Law stood boldly on the top plane of her machine, her figure, in the white suit she dons fir her stunt, sharply outlined against the sky. All other activities at the fair practically ceased during the performance while the thousands gazed upwards feaful lest

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Some Random Comment 
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What a drag "Pa" Margerum must have with the celestial spirits! For four days they blessed him with almost perfect weather; then, with only a few minutes to go on Friday, they doused the Fair grounds with enough moisture to enable him to pocket $7,000 in rain insurance. If "Pa" ever feels like making up a poker party, he'll have to leave us out.
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Wille Kane's latest collapse eliminates him forever from the ring in Trenton. The incident is regrettable, because he's a fine chap and a corking good boxer. More than two years ago, the Times declared that Kane should never be permitted to get into the game again. That opinion has been finally and completely vindicated. Kane, ever since the war shattered her nervous system, has been boxing solely on false energy. Where normal boxers depend on strength and vitality, he has been forced to rely entirely upon nerves. Whenever these have been strained to the breaking point, nervous exhaustion has followed. 
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Highly-pad professional reformers, bent on changing the official State colors from buff and blue to a solid indigo, have begun their campaign to knockout the Hurley law on the score that boxing is a dangerous sport. But Ruth Law and her aerial artists are allowed to flirt with death daily and there's not a peep out of the reformers or any of the good people who went back to the Trenton Fair every day to see her risk her life in the clouds for their amusement. 
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Chaps who kid themselves into the notion that they know how to handle boxers between rounds ought to study George Cole in the ring. Mild and gentle-voiced, he imparts more physical and mental benefit to a tired or bewildered boxer in a minute than any man we have yet seen in a local ring. When a boxer returns to his corner, he usually needs relaxation and a quiet word of advice, instead of being doused head to feet with water, massaged until his poor stomach must rebel and jerked and mauled so much that he is actually worse off when the bell rings to reopen the round than when he had ambled towards his corner a minute before to enjoy what the ring rules intend should be a rest.
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Last Friday's benefit for Christy Mathewson at the Polo Grounds resounded in Trenton and recalled the occasion when "Big Six" pitched against the famed Y. M. C. A. club managed by Dick Smith. Ray Egher, who was then in his heyday, opposed "Matty" on the mound, and for 11 innings the two pitchers were deadlocked in a pitching duel never to be forgotten by the Trenton rooters. "Matty" won out, The New York Giants taking the long end of a 2 to 1 score after two extra innings. It was an exhibition game, but Mathewson had to "do his stuff" to win. And he had some stuff!  

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She has flown both in America and in Europe and established records. 

You will be interested in knowing just what sort of a young woman Ruth Law is. The accompanying interview is by a special correspondent for The Star in New York. 
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Perhaps it won't please Miss Ruth Law, to say nothing of the board of directors of the League Opposed to Women's Suffrage, to know that there

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chute. Quite fortunately it opened and he floated down to earth from a heigh which would have enabled him to flirt with the stenographer on Mars, with the grace and ease of the well know snowflake. Then he took to climbing up the sides of buildings without the aid of those "stickers" telephone pole explorers wear on their shoes. He won the name of "Human Fly" and, although almost swatted on two or three occasions, lived through it. 

You probably were one of those who shuddered when he attempted to be shot out a gun charged with 900 pounds of powder and attached to a

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When the war broke out she desired to enter the service. A bill was introduced in Congress which would have permitted her to win a commission. But despite the fact that the bill gave the power of approval of all feminine appointments to the President and Secretary of War, it was defeated, because it was said there would be difficulty in discrimination. The blow was a severe one to Miss Law, but she gave the government her best - flying for the Liberty Loan, as a reward for which she now wears a medal, sparkling with many diamonds. 

Then she went to Japan and did some

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MISS LAW IN HER AIRPLANE
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(c) UNDERWOOD AND UNDERWOOD -N.Y-
RUTH LAW LOVES ALTITUDE
Photo.taken on roof of MsAlpin Hotel, NewYork

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are just three things - little feet, a wonderful smile and a husband - which convince the interviewer that she isn't a man. Nevertheless, it is true. There is a certain trimness about the figure of the most daring woman aviator in the United States, but is is masculine trimness, with the daintiness of feminine lines completely lost in the jaunty khaki serge aviator's uniform.

The light hair which blends so splendidly with khaki was tucked under an overseas cap in a manner which gave no indication it would reach to the middle vertebra if undone. There was snap to the walk, unquestionably a man's swing. She was being interviewed by a correspondent for The Star in New York. 

Leather puttees hid the ankles, but the feet were a woman's - the first sign of femininity - and were very tastefully shod. The hand was an even exact match for the masculine one it grasped, but that was easily explained - it stands to reason that eight years of flying will develop strong hands in putting aright a machine that air pockets insist on upsetting. 

Eyes of Sky Reflection.

The feminine feet were forgotten when the firm chin drew attention and the thin, stern lips pursed. Above were the eyes - nothing unusual about that - but they were unusual eyes. Blue that might have been a reflection of the skies she has been flying under for years and yet that steel blue that doesn't make one think of skies, but of things less dreamy and not so far away.

Then she smiled and you thought again of the tiny feet, and putting two and one together - two feet and one smile - you got three, the rather doubtful admission to yourself that she must be feminine. 

Then she introduced her husband and the jury had reported. 

Five minutes with Ruth Law and you have the idea that maybe flying isn't so dangerous after all, ten minutes and you're quite convinced it's as simple as roller skating, fifteen minutes and you'd be willing to loop the loop in a one-horse chaise six thousand feet above the highest spot Mont Blanc has succeeded in poking its frostbitten nose.

There's no question about the thing upon which her success is builded. It's confidence, 18-carat, all wool, accept-no-substitute confidence. She admits it, talks about it, breathes it and gives it to anyone with whom she talks just as Typhoid Mary passes along temperatures of 105 1/2. 

"There is only one sort of flying that is dangerous," she says. "That is the flying done by a person who is afraid to do anything but just merely fly."

Daring and confidence were not 

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parachute which was to open and with the aid of John J. Gravitation pilot him back to Mom Earth. The human sky rocket stunt didn't materialize. The powder didn't have the heart and exploded prematurely, "busting" up the party along with the ribs of several on-lookers. 

The only reason he hasn't taken a swim in the canals on the moon is that when war was declared he enlisted in the army and still is in France. He'll probably come back walking back on wireless waves some of these days. 

But this is a story about Ruth, and Rodman is introduced only as a proof that the spirit of dare was inherited by the aviatrice. She and Rodman played together on a farm near Lynn, Mass., when they were youngsters and you can bet the price of a platinum kitchen stove against the middle figure of 103 they didn't play tiddle-de-winks or button-button-in-whose possession is the object-in-question. 

Flying Just Natural to Her. 

Eight years ago, W. S. Burgess, one of the pioneers of the airplane construction game, gave Miss Law her first chance to fly. She was so thrilled she wanted to learn how and he realized she had the nerve and the strength to learn; so he taught her.

Miss Law doesn't remember much about the early trials of flying, because there weren't any. It just came naturally. But she couldn't convince anyone she was a natural bird. The airplane companies were perfectly willing to let men drive their planes, but they would take no chances on having Miss Law break into the obituary column in one of their make.

She was bound and determined to have a machine of her own. She saved $2,500 and she put it all in a $5,000 airplane, agreeing to pay the on installments - $1 a week as she puts it.

She immediately appeared within range of the public eye and has been there ever since, diving and twisting, volplaning and somersaulting, but always managing to land safely. And to the fact that she has a natural ability to land she attributes a large part of her success. It ranks next to confidence. She says that she never has had the slightest trouble in landing and that it has saved her life on more than one occasion. 

She became an exhibition flier immediately and the coin started coming in. She was interested in aviation not only for what it brought her in the way of monetary rewards, but because she liked to do the unusual.

Miss Law won her pilot's certificate November 20, 1912. That was a mere incident, for she didn't celebrate the occasion. It merely proved that someone other than Ruth Law had confidence in

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flying that gave the mikado, one of Yoshihito the thrills of his Nipponese life. She has just returned from the Philippine Islands, where she established the first air mail service. She carried letters for the Filips from Manila to Baguio, 178 miles by train and 128 miles as the crow and airplane fly. 

Ambition? To Cross the Atlantic.

Now she is back with just one ambition - to fly across the Atlantic without making a stop. The day she was interviewed she has just come back from a conference with Glenn Curtiss, the man who built the NCs used by the navy in bridging the briny.

Miss Law believes in aviation, its past and its future, as well as its present. There is only one thing standing in the way of its progress. She says:

"The government must realize the importance of providing landing places. What would the motor car be without roads? Landing places are the same to an airplane as roads to a motor car. Congress should take the matter up at once and provide places where planes may descend. Then aviation will boom.

"Danger? There's no danger in flying if the flier will keep his eyes open and study his plane and understand it thoroughly and keep his nerve. I've been flying for eight years and I believe I hold a world's record. I never have broken any part of any airplane I ever flew. That sounds astounding, but it is true.

"The answer is that I know my airplane. When the thing begins to do strange tricks I know what to do with it. One night I was flying in the dark and suddenly my machine began falling. I afterwards found that I have passed over the chimneys of several steel furnaces and they created air conditions of which I knew nothing. My machine dropped 1,500 feet, but I knew what to do with it and I just sat tight and pulled though. 

"Stunt flying is essential because it is the only way in which a flier may become familiar with the plane and know what it will do and what to do with it.

"Lincoln Beachey was the greatest flier that ever lives and I hold him as a model. I knew Beachey and he gave me some wonderful advice. I still use his methods although he is dead - killed volplaning from a height of 5,000 feet, a stunt I have done hundreds of times. His plane was too frail. 

"It's a great game, aviation - I love it," said Mrs. Charles Oliver, for she is the wife of her manager. 

And she must love it. It has a deep hold on her. So deep in fact that she is stopping on the seventeenth floor of the Hotel McAlpin, from the roof of which one of the accompanying photographs was made.