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GHOST OF AVIATOR HOVERS BY HANGAR

Attendants Swear  to Seeing Spirit of Beachey Appear in Plane.

Los Angeles. April 17.---Visions of a ghostly aviator hovering in a phantom plane around the hangar used by the late Lincoln Beachey, who plunged to his death at the Panama-Pacific exposition, have thrown residents of Bay Farm Island into a panic, according to Harry Young, tender of the bridge connecting the island with the mainland.

William Alviso, a vegetable grower on the island, is authority for the latest report of the "ghost," about which stories have been whispered by the market gardeners for several weeks.  Alviso told Young he had seen the ghostly flyer on two successive nights, and would cross the bridge with his produce no more in the dark.

"Before I saw the ghost I felt a terrible chill," said Alviso, according to Young, "It was an unnatural chill, I had been drinking wine and that warmed me up so there was no excuse for me to feel cold.

"I was about half way across the bridge when the ghost flew up to me in his airplane.  I could see him clearly, even his face.  In the second that passed before he flew, as I thought in collision with my wagon."

Lincoln Beachey

"Instead of colliding with me, he flew right through me, the horse and the wagon.  It was an awful feeling.  I could see him flying away after he had flown through me."

"I tried to laugh myself into believing I had imagined this thing.  But the next night I was watching for it.  It was no imagination.  The ghost repeated his performance.  I will stay away from the bridge after dark.  There is evil in that deserted old hangar."

The hangar, after Beachey's death, was removed from the exposition grounds and towed to the island.  Then Earl Cooper, the aviator, who had bought it, decided he didn't want it.

Syracuse Herald, Syracuse, New York - April 7 1922

 

 

 

RIDING against the east,
A veering, steady shadow
Purrs the motor-call
Of the man-bird
Ready with the death-laughter
In his throat
And in his heart always
The love of the big blue beyond.


Carl Sandburg, To Beachey  (1912)


 

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