When the Titantic [sic] disaster horrified the civilized world one of the tales of miraculous escape concerned Oscar Palmquist, of Bridgeport, Conn.  

When the Titanic smashed into the iceberg Palmquist was flung into the ice-cold midnight waters of the Atlantic.   He swam for hours hopeless of saving his life but dauntlessly refusing to let himself give up.  The icy waters chilled him to the bone.  He was bruised and battered by floating debris. Again and again the waves broke over his head or eddies sucked him under.

But he swam on; kept afloat by his indomitable will-power and by his strength and prowess as a swimmer.  At last, after many hours, a rescue ship picked him up, more dead than alive.  He recovered quickly from his hideous experience and returned to his home apparently none the worse for it.

A few months ago the newspapers recorded Palmquist's death.  He was drowned in a pool barely six feet deep. — Albert Payson Terhune, in Hearst's Cosmopolitan.