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Miss Laura meets the aviatrix
She asked me how I come to be there
Her gas tank had give out.
Do you want a glass of wine?
Like I said, it was her gas tank. He fixed it and that was how I come to be involved. I didn't know what she was. She never went out of my mind.
Feminine to her fingertips
The newest entrant to the transatlantic sweepstakes is striking both in personality and physique. She is tall and slender, with a head surmounted by wavy, curling blonde hair, which is surprisingly short when it is plastered down, but unless she has been swimming, never is.
New York Times, June 3 1928
Landfall at Powle's head,
In the cupped hand of the harbour
A Large Stake
Dear Snappy; I have tried to play for a large stake, and if I succeed all will be well. If I don't, I shall be happy to pop off in the midst of such an adventure.
from A.E.'s will, excerpted in the New York Times, June 4 1928
Night and the air smells of salt.
Twenty-nine years have conspired
Tonight I am afraid.
Dr. F.D. Gill wired Hon W.J. Higgins that he had the honor to be the first to welcome the lady to Newfoundland. Earhart later partook of a luncheon à la Trepassey, consisting of chicken and dandelion, which much pleased her fancy.
The Daily News June 5, 1928
You could lose the houses
Here emotions are as unexpressed as nature is barren
All God's children got wings
Graveyard thick with thorns.
Dearest Mother, we have laid thee
Such furious lives.
I shall want to go quickly
Here lies Icarus
Hamlet would have been a bad aviator
Nearly everybody he asks them where they are heading, because such a question seems natural to seafaring people with whom a landfall is all-important.
New York Times, June 5 1928
Coyness is not to be counted among my sins
and be gone.
One of the senses which must be developed in flying is an acuteness in recognizing characteristics of the terrain
Light spills across the broken skin of this place.
I am pressed flat to earth
Violet. Cheerio - A.E.
Carrying a stout-hearted young woman as co-pilot, the Friendship hopped up from here at 9:51 A.M. Eastern Standard Time for a transatlantic flight.
New York Times June 17, 1928
All hands at church, the shore
From a height, the earth
We are a shout of colour
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