Citizens of San Gabriel, Calif., looking up one day last week, saw a figure drop over the edge of a plane in the sky, a parachute blossom out. The wild plane flew on until it was over the city, dived steeply, then leveled out at 1,000 ft. and headed for the business district. Rocking and zigzagging, it finally lunged toward the railroad station, veered at the last second and ripped into a line of telegraph wires, flopped over, fell into the backyard of an empty house. A sigh of relief breathed through San...
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