"Blankets! Blankets!"

Clad in an aviation suit and helmet, which looked as if it were made of silver-colored silk, one Mlle. Suzanne Biget, French aviatrix, allowed herself to be doused and soused with alcohol last week at Vincennes.

Stepped forward a friend, a swanky artillery officer, who struck and applied a sulphur match. As Mlle. Biget became enveloped in a towering blue-hot flame, interested spectators watched to see whether the fireproof aviation suit which she was testing would prove practicable.

Mile. Biget screamed. "Blankets! blankets!" cried the spectators. In an instant, friends who stood ready with blankets had smothered the flames. Emerging, Mlle. Biget seemed more nervous than singed. "I got so hot," she said, "that I thought I'd better scream."