It Atlanta, Ga., Bess, fox terrier, went up with her master in an airplane to make her 20th parachute jump. At a height of 1,500 feet she was dropped over the side, swaddled in paraphernalia. She fell swiftly all the way; the parachute did not open. When mechanics approached the limp bundle on the field, they saw ripples under the cloth, saw Bess emerge and lope off toward the hangar where she sleeps.
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