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Despite their confidence, much remains to be done and Curtiss and his workers badly underestimate the complications ahead. In fact, Miss Masson’s ordeal with the champagne bottle proves a portent of the difficulties involved in getting
America
aloft.

In what will become a protracted source of frustration, preliminary load tests prove disappointing, forcing Curtiss to delay the target date for takeoff. The team comes tantalizingly close to their goal but cannot seem to reach it. The
America
needs to lift 5,000 pounds to carry sufficient fuel for the voyage. Yet, after a series of efforts, they can get only 4,607 pounds of ballast aloft.

Try as they might, the Curtiss team cannot find the additional thrust needed to lift those extra 400 pounds. By Zahm’s count, Curtiss will make some twenty-eight separate changes in
America
’s design over the ensuing weeks in a determined effort to solve the problem.

The two OX engines just can’t seem to do the job. Improvising, Curtiss decides to add a third, centrally mounted engine for use only during takeoff. But the elusive trick is to balance weight and power. Not only does the third engine add weight to the aircraft; its propeller windmills when it is idle, causing so much drag the plane burns enough extra gas to throw off the team’s careful calculations about fuel allotment.

During these frantic weeks, Curtiss even borrows from other ongoing projects. He temporarily fastens pontoons designed for the Langley aerodrome onto the
America
in the hopes that the additional fins might help the plane to lift its load.

The work is often frustrating, but in characteristic fashion, Curtiss—part captain of the bold endeavor, part host of the ongoing gala—takes pains to ensure that the interest of the press and spectators doesn’t flag. He consistently makes time to answer the reporters’ endless questions and even brings ten reporters on board
America
for a brief ride around the lake to give them something new to write about.

One day, when things are looking particularly discouraging, he takes the
America,
weighed down by 5,000 pounds of sandbags, for yet another trial run on Lake Keuka. The aircraft still has difficulty rising from the water and skims across the lake. Frustrated, Curtiss waits until the plane is far enough out on the lake to be out of sight of spectators on the shore. Then, with help from co-pilot Hallet, he surreptitiously jettisons enough sandbags into the lake to allow the plane to come soaring back triumphantly toward the astounded spectators.

Curtiss owns up to the mischief, but not until after he basks in the crowd’s cheering disbelief at the apparent success of the trial. The team, he says, just needed a reminder that success is close at hand.

If he worried about losing his audience, though, he shouldn’t have. There is simply too much aviation history to be written in 1914. And the now-resident reporters have become fixated on learning all they can about the audacious and irrepressible Glenn Curtiss: about his perseverance and his unflappable nature; about how his dispute with the Wrights ever became so bitter; and about how, despite it all, this still seems to be his finest hour.

By June of 1914, powerful international forces are at work. The very same front page of the
Hammondsport Herald
that carries banner news of
America
’s christening bears an ominous and fateful headline from Europe: “Archduke murdered. Heir to Austrian throne and wife killed.”

With hindsight, of course, we know that World War I is imminent. But, in bustling, rural Hammondsport in the spring and summer of 1914, all eyes remain riveted on Curtiss: Can he get Langley’s ungainly aerodrome aloft? Can he possibly get the
America
to cross the Atlantic? And will he manage to keep building aircraft in the face of Orville Wright’s tightening monopoly control of the emerging aviation industry? His prospects, in each case, seem slim. But the longer the reporters in Hammondsport watch Curtiss in action, the less willing any of them are to rule him out. And they are not about to leave town without seeing these stories through.

FOUR
CAPTAINS OF THE AIR

To fly is everything.

—O
TTO
L
ILIENTHAL,
G
ERMAN AVIATION PIONEER,
1890

G
lenn Curtiss first met Orville and Wilbur Wright in Dayton, Ohio, on a blustery September day in 1906. Since Curtiss and the Wright brothers were blown together by the winds of history, perhaps it is fitting that a chance gust actually first brought them face-to-face.

Curtiss, then just twenty-eight years old, had come to town to accompany the world-famous “Captain” Thomas Baldwin at the Dayton Fair where, in a top-billed and much-anticipated event, Baldwin was to demonstrate his new
City of Los Angeles
airship. The airship was a dirigible, one of only a handful in the world in 1906. In a few short years, of course, dirigibles would be eclipsed by the airplane. But for the moment, they commanded center stage. Ever since the Brazilian aviator Alberto Santos-Dumont flew one
around the Eiffel Tower in 1901, these odd aircraft had become the subject of intense public curiosity and amazement.

Unlike hot-air balloons—formerly the only reliable known method for getting aloft—dirigibles like Baldwin’s were big oblong gasbags filled with hydrogen. To fill the bags, the intrepid fliers would pour sulfuric acid on a barrelful of iron filings and then capture the vaporous result, taking pains not to ignite the volatile gas in the process. Perhaps most notably, these aircraft were dirigible—or steerable—thanks to the inclusion of one or more propellers driven by a lightweight motor normally housed on one end of the pilot’s catwalk beneath the hydrogen-filled bag.

Baldwin’s dirigible was powered by an engine specially designed by Curtiss, who was already gaining acclaim as one of the world’s preeminent designers of lightweight gasoline-powered engines. Curtiss welcomed the opportunity when Baldwin offered him a week’s salary to tend to the airship’s motor between its demonstration flights in Dayton. Thanks to Baldwin, he was beginning to find a whole new airborne market for his engines.

In fact, Curtiss had agreed to come to Dayton at least partly for the opportunity to pay a call on the Wright brothers, the mysterious bicycle builders who were rumored to have successfully gotten aloft in a heavier-than-air flying machine. Curtiss’s interest was straightforward enough: he was looking for business. Baldwin seemed well pleased with his motors; Curtiss hoped the Wrights might be interested in purchasing them as well. Curtiss had even made this suggestion to the Wrights in a letter he sent prior to his trip to Dayton. As of his departure, he had received no reply.

By this time, the Wrights have long since undertaken their successful experiments at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, and have continued their aeronautical work at Simms Station near Dayton. For
more than a year, however, they have suspended their experiments altogether to try to secure lucrative contracts for their flying machine with governments around the world. The Wrights’ plan is badly hampered by their secrecy. Even with the issuance of their broad “wing-warping” patent in the United States earlier in 1906, the Wrights have resolved to keep their airplane locked up and have yet to display it publicly. Although they guarantee their plane will fly, they insist that even the government officials they approach as prospective buyers must agree to purchase their technology sight unseen. It is a stiff requirement coming from two little-known bicycle builders with no advanced engineering degrees or prior record of invention. Except for a $5,000 deposit in a failed negotiation with the government of France, the strategy has yet to earn the Wrights any money.

Their behavior has also engendered a good deal of skepticism in the fledgling aviation community. Many are persuaded that if the Wrights’ invention really worked, the brothers would have already demonstrated it, or at least the press would have ferreted out the news. As the editors of
Scientific American
note early in 1906:

Unfortunately the Wright brothers are hardly disposed to publish any substantiation or to make public experiments, for reasons best known to themselves. If such sensational and tremendously important experiments are being conducted in a not very remote part of the country on a subject in which almost everybody feels the most profound interest, is it possible to believe that the enterprising American reporter, who, it is well known, comes down the chimney when the door is locked…. would not have ascertained all about them and published them long ago?

Considering the Wrights’ penchant for secrecy, it is not surprising that they disdained the aviation exhibitions that have been hosted with increasing frequency in the earliest years of the twentieth century. Not only do they shun these events as participants; they normally choose not to attend them as observers, either. But they will make an exception for Baldwin’s demonstration. After all, in 1906, Baldwin is arguably the most famous outdoor attraction in the world. In this seminal period in the earliest days of aviation, he has performed death-defying aerial feats around the world—in North America, Europe, and the Far East. Whether ascending in one of his airships or jumping from impossible heights with a parachute, “Captain Baldwin’s name,” as one newspaper report put it, is “always a promise of thrills.”

On the first day of Baldwin’s visit, as the crowd begins to gather at the fairgrounds for his air show, the weather looks increasingly ominous. The wind has picked up enough that spectators are bracing themselves against it; men are quite literally holding on to their hats while women in the crowd attend their billowing skirts. It looks to Curtiss far too windy to attempt a flight. But the portly Baldwin, looking much like a circus ringmaster in tall boots, a dramatic dark cape, and bowler hat, seems to be measuring the gusty wind against the size of the growing crowd. He is torn. The wind will make it nearly impossible to control the dirigible but he has surely taken greater risks in the past. He decides to make the ascent despite the wind and clambers into the pilot’s catwalk to start the dirigible’s engine.

Curtiss has yet to recognize them but, sure enough, the Wright brothers have moved prominently to the front of the crowd to watch Baldwin’s flight. They stand straight-backed, and side by side, decked out, as always, in neatly starched collars and fully buttoned suit jackets.

Almost immediately after Baldwin is launched, it is clear to all that the strong gusts are too much for the airship. The crowd watches dumbfounded as Baldwin and his craft begin to drift swiftly and inexorably away from the fairgrounds.

Curtiss and other assistants on hand immediately set out on a run. The Wrights, who by this time have had a good deal of experience with airborne mishaps, gamely skirt the cord roping off the spectators and join Curtiss and the others to try to recover the vast runaway airship, its tethering lines now dragging and flailing below.

What an improbable scene, like one of those parlor games where figures from history are imagined together in farfetched situations. As complete strangers, Curtiss and the Wrights run beside one another across the open fields of the Dayton fairground in common pursuit of a wayward aircraft.

The restraining ropes are quickly recovered, but the wind is so strong it takes the hard work of Curtiss, Wilbur Wright, and several others to tame the unruly dirigible. And as they tug the cumbersome airship back to its prominent spot at the fairground, a grateful Baldwin, disembarking none the worse for the ride, thanks them all for their indispensable and speedy assistance. After the strange ordeal, the Wright brothers formally introduce themselves to Curtiss as he catches his breath. And Curtiss finally—and eagerly—makes their acquaintance.

 

It makes sense that Thomas Baldwin would first bring together Curtiss and the Wrights. We think of the dawn of aviation as belonging to the enshrined airplane pioneers but, in the early years of the twentieth century, it was Baldwin and a handful of others who owned the skies. The vexing work of getting airborne, after all, was
mostly shunned by the establishment. Travel in the air—such as it was with a colorful array of balloons, dirigibles, and boldly envisioned (and mostly impractical) heavier-than-air flying machines—was left largely to an extraordinary collection of outsiders, including cranks, charlatans, wealthy eccentrics, and showmen like Baldwin.

A balloonist and former tightrope walker in a traveling circus, “Captain” Baldwin—the title was a show-business honorific he gave himself—was already world-renowned when he burst into Curtiss’s life in 1904. The avuncular Baldwin, brimming with worldly experience, would become an important influence on Curtiss, and would draw him into the world of aviation.

Like many others interested in flight at the turn of the century, Baldwin was galvanized by Santos-Dumont’s flight around the Eiffel Tower. Aside from the impressive nature of the feat, Santos-Dumont, heir to a large, Brazilian coffee fortune, led an enticing life of glamour at the height of the Belle Époque in Paris, setting new trends in fashion and dining nightly at a regular table at the swank restaurant Maxim’s. When Santos-Dumont’s balloons and airships would get caught in the trees, friends such as the Rothschilds, would send up champagne lunches for him to enjoy during repairs. Louis Cartier even created the world’s first wristwatch for him in 1901 so that he could tell time while keeping both hands on the controls of his dirigible.

For his part, Baldwin became determined to move beyond hot-air balloons to build the world’s finest dirigible. His idea was to top Santos-Dumont’s feat with even more dramatic flights in the United States—ideally before huge crowds of paying spectators. Baldwin financed the scheme with funds from two wealthy backers in California. Based on his balloon work, he had already perfected a for
mula to make the varnished silk for the gasbag. All he lacked was an engine light and reliable enough to power the machine.

As Baldwin would tell the story later, Curtiss’s motor suddenly appeared before him like an auspicious omen. One day, in 1904, while Baldwin was building his dirigible on a ranch in California, a young man rode by on a new “Hercules” motorcycle—Curtiss’s brand name at the time. Baldwin was instantly struck by the idea that the compact motorcycle engine was exactly what he needed to propel his new airship. He chased down the rider to learn where it had come from and immediately wired an order for an identical, two-cylinder motorcycle engine to the G. H. Curtiss Manufacturing Company in Hammondsport, New York.

In 1904, Curtiss’s business was booming. He had only a handful of employees operating out of a cramped wooden factory building, but bicycles were selling briskly and the expansion into a line of motorcycles was nothing short of a sensation. Motorcycle orders were coming in so fast from around the country that customers faced a three-month backlog even with a stepped-up production schedule that included fifteen-hour days at the shop for many workers.

Around this time, Curtiss’s wife Lena joined him at work, attending to the burgeoning paperwork, doing the bookkeeping, and helping in any way she could. The shop didn’t have a typewriter but once or twice a week, Monroe Wheeler, a prominent local lawyer, let Curtiss or Lena come by to use his. A year earlier, the couple had lost their infant son to congenital heart failure. With Curtiss so busy at the shop, and with both of them deeply saddened by the loss, Lena’s help at work made sense all around. The two seemed happy for the extra time together and it helped having such a competent extra hand at the shop. It was a somewhat unusual arrangement in Hammondsport at the time, but Glenn and Lena
Curtiss were both too industrious and practical to ever worry much about social conventions. Lena, the daughter of a local lumberman, was no stranger to work outside the home. She had been a grape picker—the seasonal work common for many teenage girls in the region—when she first met Curtiss.

By most accounts, Curtiss was always so distracted by things mechanical that he never showed any interest in girls before meeting Lena. But he noticed something about her. During their first encounter, when Lena was seventeen and Curtiss was just a year older, she offered him water while he was taking a breather from bicycling along a hilly country road on the outskirts of town. With brown, wavy hair and big eyes, she seemed as forthright, unpretentious, and basically shy as he was. Oddest of all to Curtiss as he came to know her better, she seemed to genuinely like and admire his interest in mechanical things. They were married within the year and remained unusually close throughout their lives together.

Five years into their marriage, when Lena began to work at her husband’s manufacturing shop, she understood well that Curtiss’s work was much more than just a job for him. He always seemed to be turning over technical problems in his mind and never seemed happier than when he was building something new. Working beside her husband suited Lena just fine.

According to one account, before they were married, Lena’s father had been impressed by Curtiss. “That boy is going places,” he liked to say, predicting that someday Curtiss “would have Lena living in a brick house.” Clearly, Glenn Curtiss was going places. But she’d laugh when she would tell the story years later, adding that, for all the adventure she “never did get that brick house.”

With a deluge of orders for motorcycles from around the country, it is not surprising that Glenn and Lena Curtiss did not pay much
attention to an odd letter from a “Captain” Baldwin placing an urgent order for a motorcycle engine to be used in an airship. Baldwin’s reputation as a showman may well have filtered all the way to Hammondsport, but it was not enough to keep Curtiss from being highly skeptical about the prospect of using one of his engines in flight. He did fill the order, however. With no two-cylinder engines on hand, Curtiss actually removed one from a recently minted motorcycle to ship to Baldwin. Curtiss was heard then and for sometime afterward referring to anyone wanting to take his engines aloft as an “aviation crank.” But above all, he was a practical businessman: people could use his engines however they wished.

 

If Curtiss had doubts about flying, his views on aviation would change dramatically later in 1904 when Captain Baldwin showed up at his door.

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