PILOT STORIES: Boggs,
Stanhope Steward
| Air Mail
Service Began: |
August 2, 1920 |
| Air Mail Service Ended: |
April 8, 1927 |
| Assignment: |
College Park, Maryland |
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August 9, 1920 – Chicago, Illinois |
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August 2, 1920 – Omaha, Nebraska |
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September 3, 1920 – Cheyenne,
Wyoming |
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September 9, 1920 – San Francisco,
California |
Stanhope S. Boggs survived one of the most
remarkable crashes in the early years of airmail service.
He was flying out of San Francisco's Marino Field on
January 4, 1921 at 2,000 feet when his engine quit. He had
to go into a flat glide and broke out of the covering fog
at only 50 feet over the city of San Francisco. He tried to
set the airplane down on Gough Street in the block between Hay
and Fell streets. As he was landing, he hit some trolley wires
and nosed into the ground. The airplane was destroyed by a post-crash
fire, but Boggs was unhurt. He was able to save half of the
270 pound mail cargo load.
In his testimony during an investigation of
the crash, Boggs noted that he was to have left the field
at 6:30 a.m., but that the fog had rendered visibility so
low that he had to wait until after 7:00 to try taking off.
He testified that "At that time there was a little blue
sky right directly over the field, and a hole in the clouds,
and I thought by climbing up directly I could get up on top,
picking my course and start like we usually do. . . When I
was 2000 feet in the air I had to circle in the clouds, and
while I was in one of those turns my motor cut out, and I
immediately started to spiral down, but the hole in the clouds
was too small. The motor picked up just once after it had
cut out, not long enough for me to locate myself, so I kept
within the spiral until within 100 feet of the ground, so
when I leveled out I put in as flat a glide as I could, and
the first think [sic] that loomed up was the house tops, and
the buildings seemed not more than 50 feet away. I looked
about, over these, and found the street, and this place looked
the best place to crash up. Falling into the street in a straight
bank, the machine hit on the left wing, nose first. The first
thing I knew I hit was the trolley wires, the ship caught
fire, and ship was burning when I climbed out, burning around
mail cockpit. I saw it was impossible to save any mail at
that time, so I ran to the nearest fire box, which was 100
feet or so away, and turned in the alarm. The fire department
came quickly, but didn't try to save any mail until
the fire was put out." |