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within six and half miles of the
English coast in hours and 40 min
utes." said Wolfe. She is champion
material. | hope she will try again"
Half an hour after being taken
aboard the tug, Miss Ederle was on
deck in a chair. we'll wrapped and
very hungry. After being permitted
light meal. she fell asleep.
1T was the toughest going I have
ever known" she explained. Il was
going well until the storm came up"
Hundreds See Start.
Miss Ederle entered the water at
7:12 am. The plunge was made from
the very tip of rugged old Cape Girls
Nez on the coast of northern France.
The 500-foot cliffs above were black
with cheering villagers and visitors,
some of whom had motored all the
way from Paris TO watch the start.
Miss E,derle herself together with
large party OF press representatives,
and official guests, came from Bou-
logne to the starting place aboard the
official tug Morinie.
During the greater part OF the hour
tourney up the coast Miss Ederle held
court from a canvas chair on the FOR
ward deck She was in the best OF
spirits Arriving off Cape Grey Nose.
Miss Ederle retired to a cabin. where
her body was covered with heavy
LAYER of a grease composed or lard ana
lanolin. She stepped into the small
boat alongside, saluting the American
flag nailed to its stern, and amid
thunder of cheers from the tug was
rowed through the tangle OF rocks TO
the starting place, where her pace
maker, the Yorkshire man, Tom Bur
CESS, waved her a welcome.
In full sight of the official observers,
she touched the rocky headland OF the
French shore and then dropped into
the water for prompt and business
like start There was something
superbly powerful in the way she
swung Immediately and mechanically
into her pace Of "a strokes to the
minute, following Burgess without
perceptible open sea. SO completely
1Ifpretentious was her start that
boatload OF photographers who were
waiting posed for quick snapshots
were caught off their guard and car
ried down stream by the tide before
they could get their pictures.
Soon Catches Tug.
In - minutes the swimmer was
alongside the tug, which had waited
in the deep water off Gris-NeZ. Ihe
tugs jazz band was already in action
and a hearty cheer from the tug was
returned by the swimmer with the
famous Ederle smile. Just before she
stepped off the tug a wireless message
had been delivered to her. readlns:
"Swim to victory. Lots Of luck. Love.
Mother and Dad"
The sea was benign and fr1endly
as the American girl entered the
water. It's surface was like mill
pond and there had been only a trac-
tional drop in temperature overnight:
Official thermometers registered o4
degrees in the deep water. The morn
ing air was already warming with
strong sunshine. Experts declared
the outlook promising in every way.
Miss Ederle's start was one to in
spire confidence. Swimming easily
behind Burgess, she seemed to be GO
ing in ieisurely fashion, her head
hobbing merrily through the whisper
ing waves. But she was making real
speed with the favoring tide, for her
first mile, to the point where our tug
Law. was covered in less than Is
minutes.
Does Three Miles I'm Hour.
She was three miles off shore at the
end of the first hour and the experts
hastily figured that this rate or prog
reSS might COnCelVdDly pflIiS hci "
Dover within 13 hours, or hours
better than the record.
Although she had enjoyed a beef
steak breakfast in Boulogne at 4:30
o'clock, she was ready for her first
sea lunch at 8:07. Jabez Wolfe, her
trainer, handed her a bottle of warm
beef juice. She drew the cork with
her teeth, but the bottle suddenly
slipped from her grasp into the sea.
She dived for it unsuccessfully amid
laughter from the tug. Five shil-
lings' worth of nourishment gone to
Neptune" growled Jabez. as he
handed her another bottle, which she
negotiated successfully. shouting "a
votre sante"-to your health-as she
tossed the empty bottle in a broad
parabola behind her.
The scene aboard the tug was a
remarkable one as compared with old
time channel swims. Then, the press
representatives were few and indolent.
Today the deck was-.crowded with
clicking typewriterss a notilla Of