Such an incredibly sad way to die.
Have you heard the name - Isadora Duncan? The "Mother of Dance"
14 September, 1927 somewhere on the French Riviera (coastline), Isadora met a young man sitting in an open-air Bugatti sports car.
Being a forthright person, Isadora asked him to take her for a spin.
Miss Duncan was wearing an immense iridescent silk scarf wrapped about her neck and streaming in long folds, part of which was swathed about her body with part trailing behind.
Neither she nor the driver noticed that one of the loose ends fell over the side of the car and was caught in the rear wheel.
The automobile was going at full speed when the scarf of strong silk suddenly began winding around the wheel and with terrific force dragged Miss Duncan, around whom it was securely wrapped, bodily over the side of the car.
Isadora’s neck was broken and she died instantly.
14 September, 1927 somewhere on the French Riviera (coastline), Isadora met a young man sitting in an open-air Bugatti sports car.
Being a forthright person, Isadora asked him to take her for a spin.
Miss Duncan was wearing an immense iridescent silk scarf wrapped about her neck and streaming in long folds, part of which was swathed about her body with part trailing behind.
Neither she nor the driver noticed that one of the loose ends fell over the side of the car and was caught in the rear wheel.
The automobile was going at full speed when the scarf of strong silk suddenly began winding around the wheel and with terrific force dragged Miss Duncan, around whom it was securely wrapped, bodily over the side of the car.
Isadora’s neck was broken and she died instantly.
