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she took the erratic little Curtiss plane twice into the air and executed no fewer than seventeen loops.
Mickey McGurrin, who has seen and ridden with them all and made parachute jumps with most of the big time flyers, eloquently and tersely described it when he remarked, with a great sigh: "That's flying with a big 'F.'"
Perfect Mastery of Air.
Grand Rapids never has and probably never will see a more perfect exhibition of the mastery of the air. Miss Law does everything the best of the flyers do and does it just a bit better. Her fame at "banking" the machine, the act of tilting it on end in making sharp turns, is worldwide. Experienced flyers admit she banks a plane steeper than any other aviator in exhibition work at least and her loops are as true and straight as though the plane was being driven around a track. She goes into the loop on a horizontal and comes out on an even keel. Even DeLloyd Thompson's biplane showed a tendency to end slip in completing the loops at last year's fair. Miss Law modestly declined credit for superiority, pointing out that Thompson's plane is driven by a Gnome or rotary motor and the centrifugal effect of the whirling motor has a tendency to throw the plane off even keel either in entering or leaving the loop.
Bests Thompson's Record.
In the first flight she made good her promise to bear Thompson's record of five loops by flipping over seven times and when she went up again, after a ride in her Hudson car and a reception at the Kent Country club, the young aviatrix made ten complete loops. Her spiral dives are the most spectacular and involuntarily the throng sends up a chorus of gasps. In Monday's second flight she executed a perpendicular nose dive, coming straight down for 1,000 feet and then flattening out for a long sweep not twenty feet above the heads of the crowd in the home stretch of the track. Where most aviators have kept well away from the building Miss Law dips and banks and flips about just above them. Always she follows out her aim of giving the crowd its money's worth. In her loops she is careful to stay well within view of the grandstand.
She Is Not Fussy.
There is no fuss about her preparations either. Her husband goes over the plane to see everything is in place and tight and all the lock washers and cotter pins are secure. She hops into the seat, they prime the motor, give it a kick and away she goes. Nothing in the shape of a plane that has shown here ever took to the air with the speed of Miss Law's machine. In 200 feet she pushes the elevators and the plane hops from the ground, apparently going up at an angle of 45 degrees.
With all her ability and popularity her medals for record flight and her experience over the battle fields of Europe there is nothing up-stage about the girl. She is just a wholesome, womanly woman, who enjoys flying and entertaining the throngs that turn out to see her and the more there are to see the more she tries to please. Next to her ability as an aviator the modesty with which she takes her honors seems the most pronounced attribute. Burdened with hero worship she nevertheless takes the trouble to answer questions and be affable.
Miss Law was inspired to enter the flying game when she saw the first army planes at Marblehead, Mass., near her home. She watched the planes soar day after day and finally took a ride. As she says it: "That was enough. I just had to learn to fly and here I am." Her brother, Roland Law, was the original "human [[fly?]]," the man who made the jump from Brooklyn bridge as a stunt for the Pathe people and staged a long list of thrillers that have lived long in the history of filmdom.
That Chicago-New York Trip.
Miss Law speaks of her Chicago to New York flights with the nearest approach to pride that marks any discussions of her own work with the plane. Perhaps enthusiasm is the better world to describe her description because she modestly admits she was so nervous when she started that she forgot her breakfast and being very human she confesses to an emptiness that grew to the proportions of real suffering before her gas tank ran dry after five hours and forty minutes and she landed to establish the American long distance flight record. To her it was not the record, not the endurance that counted. It was the novelty and the fun of picking out a course by compass and map over a strange country.
"It was just great," said she enthusiastically in discussing the flight with a Press reporter. "You see I had the cities marked on my cuff, with the directions and the mileage. I had a great compass, the same instrument brought over by Lieut. Porte for the flight across the Atlantic in the big America. I cannot put in words the exultation one feels in laying out and successfully following a course through the clouds and picking out city after city and land mark after land mark. Each point I passed and recognized, which showed me I was truly on my course, just made my heart leap.
Cold, but Didn't Mind
"I remember one little lake in New York which I was supposed to find. The ground was forest covered and I did not find it until I was right above. Then I looked down and discovered it, shining like a new silver dollar and not any bigger and, if you'll believe, I just laughed aloud to myself, all alone up there. There was one little town, only a few houses and a couple of stores that was marked by little dots on the map. When I found it, what do you suppose

[[next column]] Then she demonstrated that by the flip of a lever the strap is cut loose. She explained that Beachey in his fall into San Francisco bay was drowned and not killed. His plane buried him under water and held him there and the only injury he sustained was a fracture of the leg. The doctors determined that death was due to drowning. He had been urged to use the Curtiss safety belt, but stuck to the old-fashioned harness and could not get himself free when the plane plunged into the bay.
Why of the Blue Tassel.
L. E. Colgrove, local Hudson dealer who has turned over a duplicate of Miss Law's own car for her use this week, was prompted by curiosity to ask why she had a blue tassel flying from one of the foot irons of the plane. "That's a secret," she smiled. Then she relented and explained that on the earlier planes this was attached as a drift indicator to show the aviator when the plane was end slipping. "In making a bank, if the machine is slipping, the tassel shows it. I've gotten used to that little blue cord," she confessed, and I just don't feel as though I could fly without it. There, that's my confession. It's just like a woman, you'll say, but that's the only reason I can give. I wouldn't feel safe without it and I never have occasion even to glance at it now."
"Pinched"—Nearly.
Between flights Monday Miss Law jumped into her Hudson speedster for a spin. With Mrs. Francis Campbell and Miss Delia Champlin she rolled out of the grounds before the plane had been put back in its berth. They drove to the Kent Country club where Miss Law was so warmly received that she could not break away and started for the fairgrounds, already a little late for her flight. On the Monroe avenue road she stepped on the car a little and two motorcycle policemen flagged her. When they learned who she was both smiled and told her to go ahead and to make it safe for her acted as an escort for the flying Hudson.
The aviator reached the [[?]] just as the announcer was calling her name. She piled out of the car with a rush. 
"Back to work," she exclaimed as she climbed into the Curtiss and two minutes later she was high above the grounds, dipping and spiraling and looping to the wonder and amazement of a crowd that enjoyed the exhibition in deep silence until the machine gracefully came to earth as lightly as a feather. Then the pent up enthusiasm broke loose. Miss Law's face was alight when she came back.
"Well," said she, "what that crowd lacks in size it sure makes up in appreciation."
Calls German Dog "Pollu."
Miss Law brought back from Europe a beautiful specimen of the famous German sheep dog. "We cal him French," she explained, "just for the same reason that all us patriots refuse to ask for German fried potatoes. I used to say he was a Belgian, but I found too many dog fanciers who knew the Belgian was black and so I just call him French now and I deft the dog fanciers, because his name is Poilu and that's surely French, isn't it?"

[[next column]] is she.
"I haven't done anything that any other woman couldn't do if she had the opportunity," smiled she this morning as we chatted with her at her suite in the King Edward.

"How did you come to do it?" we asked. 
"I've always been fond of sports. I've spent most of my life outdoors. I adore motoring or anything with an engine, so when I'd done about everything else I started to fly. I happened to be spending the summer at Marblehead, Mass., in 1912, and there Burgess, of yachting fame, had turned to airplanes. He was teaching five army lieutenants to fly, and he let me come, too. I made my first flight on July 5th, 1912, and I've been doing it ever since."

Though six months is allowed as time it takes some people to learn to fly, Miss Law accomplished it in one month. Since then she has been giving continuous exhibitions all over America, and has had a school in Florida, where she made as many as twenty or thirty flights a day, and last summer did a 2,500-mile cross-country ride.
"I like that best of all, to go cross country where you don't know where you're going and then make a good landing," smiled she. 
Her 950-mile trip from Chicago to New York in nine hours and one minute is, of course, her most sensational achievement.
"I was not familiar with the country and just had a map and compass in my exhibition machine," said she. "I wanted Mr. Curtiss to let me use an army machine, but he said a woman couldn't do it. So I had to take one that held but 53 gallons, and stop for oil at Binghamton.
"Probably no one in America has spent more time actually flying than Ruth Law this past six years, yet in spite of her wonderful records, the U.S. Government is still refusing her application for a commission in its aviation service. 
It does seem hard to be just a woman sometimes, doesn't it.

But Ruth keeps on smiling just the same, and hopes that by next fall Uncle Sam will claim her. In the meantime she just goes on helping 

[[next column]] Last year they let me go up in one of their scout machines over Paris and the rear lines," said Miss Law.

Glowing words of the splendid work done by girls in Britains's aeroplane factories has Miss Law.
"I saw them doing the most difficult brazing, the thing on which an aviator's life most depends. Why, when I have a machine made I have one of the oldest men do the brazing and I watch it being made!"
Miss Law spent three months in France studying military conditions, and believes she could be of valuable service if she were granted a commission. She has a great faith in the air programme of the U.S., now that the motors are being turned out successfully, and says they cannot keep up with the applications for that service.
"But we'll need everyone," said Miss Law, who declared: "I have a theory that before this war finishes we'll have to go in more and more for the low flight attacks. Why should the air men keep up away from the enemy any more than the infantry. I'd like to see them attack in whole regiments of flying machines!"

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CHICAGO EXAMINER--A Paper for People
A Smart-Looking Trio
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This is Ruth Law, the aviatrix, her police dog and a Marmon roadster she owns and uses when on earth. Her engagements take her all over the country, and while her plane is hauled in a truck Miss Law hikes over the road in the Marmon, with the smart looking canine as companion and protector. Looks like a pretty rapid combination.

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Will Ask Government to Give Her Permission to Join Air Squadron in War Zone.

BY ZIFF.
Mr. Mere Man, on the first thought you won't give a woman much credit for wanting to fight-for you would think the woman joshing-but wait until you have seen Ruth Law, a daring bit feminine humanity-and talked to her.
Ruth Law's sole ambition is to be "over there" on the front where desires to be at this time. Not as a spectator, mind you, but as an aviator fighting for the cause of liberty. She believes she has as much right to expect the government to give her the privilege of fighting as any man. 
Miss Law has demonstrated that she can fly as well as any aviator in the world, having set records that few of the dashing knights of the airplane have come near to approaching. 
"I want to help my country," said Miss Law, "and since I started in the flying business I have thought of nothing else but flying. I have adapted myself to be of some service and I think I am quite capable of taking care of myself in the war zone without asking for special favors. It appeals to me and I can hear one voice, and that is the voice of adventure calling me over on the battle front -where the aviator have his goof and bad luck and then sings his swan song -giving his life to a noble cause. I have been back to the lines and know what to expect and the trying times the aviator has to go through with. Fighting the Boche is no more hazardous than my night flying."
Wears Service Uniform. 
Ruth Law has been honored by the United States as no other woman in being granted the permission to wear the service uniform. An honor that is justly becoming the young daring aviatrix, who has given much time and money in recruiting and working in the interest of the liberty loan campaign in June. 
The French government officials were intensely interested in Miss Law during her visit in 
France last Winter with the LaFayette escadrille squadron. The young woman picked up many new points on the war planes and how to manage them. She met Guynemer, the famous French aviator, who brought down 53 German planes and just recently met death back of the German lines.
"He was a dashing, brilliant young chap intensely wrapped up in his work."  

[[next column]] said Miss Law. "I will always remember this young fellow for his bravery."
Miss Law made one flight over Paris in one of the new war planes at a rate of 130 miles an hour. On starting back home Miss Law was given, Poilu, her French police dog. Poilu was given to Miss Law by a wounded soldier who asked her to take the wounded dog and care for him. She was given special permission by the French government to bring the dog to this country, which is the only trench dog which has been permitted to be brought to the United State. Poilu is a big fine looking grey dog, resembling very much a shy wolf with piercing brown eyes.
Boston Her Native Town.
Ruth Law was born in Boston, lived 15 years in New York City and makes Chicago her home. She prefers the West. Her first professional engagement with a fair was under J. C. Dent, at Louisville, who is managing the Alabama State Fair. 
Flying came natural to Miss Law, having learned how to fly in Marblehead, Mass., six years ago. She brought her own machine and hired a special tutor, who did nothing but stay with her every hour in the day until she could manage the machine.
Last November Miss Law set the non-stop record of 591 miles from Chicago to Cornell, N. Y., coming within 97 miles of the long distance record of 812 miles by completing 124 miles for the day's journey. In June she made her 2,500 mile cross-country flight in the interest of the Liberty Loan campaign, covering the distance in ten days. Her altitude record is over 14,000 feet and many say that she could have broken the world's record on this occasion if it hadn't been for the extreme cold weather. She holds all of the records for women and expects to bag a few of the men's records. 
Miss Law is a stern-speaking business woman, with a pleasant manner of frankness. Although an Easterner by birth she is truly Western in her style and is a thoroughly interesting conversationalist.

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