Downstream

little figure, with ‘timid dark
diving eyes; the sort of girl
one would expect to scream
at a black beetle’. Yet she
was thrilling London on a
nightly basis diving 70 feet
into the Aquarium tank,
sometimes sharing the billing
with a boxing kangaroo and a
talking horse. Her debut had
certainly been dramatic; the
feat had already been
performed by a number of
men when a member of the