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Attractive All-Occasion Play Suit
Play Sets for Brother and Sister
GOD IS MY
CO-PILOT
C o l. R o b e r t L .S c o tt
The d o r ; thus fa r: After graduating
from W a tt Point a t a second lieutenant,
j Robert Scott wins bis wings a t Kelly
Field and takes up pursuit dying. Wben
lbs w ar breaks out be Is an Instructor In
California and told be Is too old for
combat dying.
He appeals to several
Generals for a chance to dy a combat
plane and finally the opportunity comes.
He files a bomber to India, where he
becomes a ferry pilot, but this does not
appeal to him. After a visit with Gen.
Chennault he gets a Klttyhaw k and soon
becomes a "one man a ir force” over
Burm a. He Is made commanding ofilcer
of the Zlrd fighter group, taking over the
AVG. and Is ordered to proceed to
Kweilin area to take charge.
CHAPTER X V I
Pattern No. 8725 comes In sizes 1. i . 3.
4 and 5 years. Size 2. dress, requires l!j,
yards of 35 or 39-inch m a te ria l: panties.
>j yard: overalls. H i yards.
Due to an unusually large demand and
current w ar conditions, slightly more tim e
is required in filling orders for a few of
the most popular pattern numbers.
•Send your order to:
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Enclose 25 cents In coins for each
pattern desired.
Jerkin Suit
IDEAL for any occasion, this
* two-piece jerkin suit is tops
with the teen-age crowd. The
well-fitting jacket can be collar
less, if you like, and is smart too
with long or short sleeves. A
change of blouses gives you many
attractive costumes.
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SN A PP Y FACTS
P attern No. S732 comes in sizes 11. 12,
13. 14. 16 and IS. Size 12. without sleeves,
requires 3>,i yards of 35 or 39-lnch m a
terial; short sleeves. 33i yards.
Girl and Boy Play Suits
DLAY togs for boy or girl—little
* tots will love this practical set
made in corduroy with bright flow
er applique. Sister’s dress has
pert puffed sleeves—and she may
have overalls just like brother’s!
Use pretty scraps for the applique.
Soft, figure-acknowledging jer
seys and crepes are favorites this
year. They should be laid away
when not in-use and not hung from
hangers or hooks, because even
their own weight will distort them.
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RUBBER
The popular slxa tiro for
bombers is the 56-inch, the
making of which takes as
much time as the building of
seven largo truck tires. And
an activo bomber may need
an entire new set of tires
each month.
Statisticians have developed
the fact that the rubber used
by the U. S. in the war up to
data averages about 14S
pounds per man in uniform.
In World W ar I rubber con
sumption represented about
32 pounds per man.
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In the kitchen where but little
space is available, place the trays
from under the gas burners atop
of the burners. A good place to
stack the soiled dishes before
washing them.
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Use a curling iron to stretch the
fingers of washable kid gloves.
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As far as possible all windows
in a house should have a similar
appearance from the outside; if
the draperies hang straight, sheer
curtains used with them should
also hang straight.
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first in rubber
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When ripping clothing with a
two-edged razor blade, cut a slit
in a cork and put it on one side
of the blade to protect your hands
from being cut.
Druggists recommend
Bacon fat and salt pork drip
pings add to the flavor of kale,
turnips and legumes.
Relieves pain and soreness
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Because of the residue of animal
fats, which pelts naturally have,
some perfumes suffer unpleasant
distortions when applied to furs.
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compatibility of your muskrat or
mink with your own perfume be
fore you whoosh on a lot of the
fragrance.
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Well, the lost leader looked at his
map and still couldn’t see how he
was North of the course and really
past his destination. So he began
to argue again. The old Navy op
erator stood the bickering as long
as he could; then he “took over.”
¡With the initiative he had devel
oped. he gave off some of the most
classic advice that I ’ve ever heard,
and he gave it straight from the
shoulder.
•'Goddamit," he called, “who the
hell’s lost, you or me? Now you fly
the course I'm telling you and we'll
¡meet you.”
And so another man of the Occi
dent failed to change the East, and
in failing learned a little and be
came a little more like the East. It
saved twenty-five airplanes.
People have asked me what made
me able to shoot down my first
Jap, and probably they expected me
to say that I had practised on tow
targets until 1 could put every shot
in the black. Or that I had been
to all the schools from Leavenworth
to Mount Holyoke, and had learned
tactics. Or perhaps that I was bet
ter at piloting than the Jap. I must
have disappointed them. For if any
one thing more than another enabled
me to meet the Japanese fighter pi
lots in the air and shoot them down
while I escaped, it was an American
girl.
First of all, I don’t know exactly
what democracy is, or the real, com
mon-sense meaning of a republic.
But as we used to talk things over
in China, we all used to agree that
we were fighting for The American
Girl. She to us was America, De
mocracy. Coca Colas, Hamburgers,
Clean Places to Sleep, or The Amer
ican Way of Life.
Early one morning—July 31, 1942
—I took off from Kunming head
quarters to return to the eastern
theater at Kweilin and Hengyang.
High mountains are on this five-
hundred-mile route to the East, and
I went on top of the overcast right
away. From my twenty-thousand-
foot altitude I kept looking down at
the solid cloud layer just below me.
and I guess that subconsciously 1
prayed there would be breaks at my
destination. There were mountains
at my destination too, and it’s still
not the best feeling to have to dive
through overcast into hilly country
with a fighter ship—or with any
ship, for that matter.
As the minutes rolled by and the
miles spun behind the P-40, I still
didn't see the welcome shadow of
a hole in the clouds. In just a little
over two hours I arrived over the
point above the clouds where Ling-
ling should have been. You see this
point was in flat country, and be
tween Kweilin and Hengyang. By
intentionally making an error to the
North I knew at least what side of
Kweilin I was on, and knew further
more that I could go down much
more safely there than farther South
in the mountains that surrounded
Kweilin.
I called Lingling over the radio,
but before I could get a reply, Sas
ser, the operator at Kweilin, broke
in with an “alert” warning. He
said: “Chinese net reports noise of
enemy airplanes coming up the Can-
ton-Hengyang Railway at high al
titude. Last report Section A-5.”
Looking at my map, which was
marked off in squares with letter
and numeral co-ordinates, I saw that
I was very close to that section.
But at the same time I was really
not oriented as to position, and was
Into the last twenty or so gallons of
my fuel. Here was a chance at last
to Intercept enemy planes; by the
time the P-40’s from our fighter sta
tions could get there, the enemy
would have gone on with their mis
sion What was I to do?
As I considered it for the second
that was necessary to make up my
mind, I remember thinking that my
loss of this ship would be justified
if I shot a Japanese ship down, and
if I was out of fuel above the clouds
I could dive down and land in a
rice paddy. That would be an even
trade. But I guess my ego thought
I could shoot the whole formation
down — and the exchange of the
Japanese flight for my one ship
would certainly be favorable to our
side.
Calling to Sasser, I told him I
thought I was just East of Lingling
and very close to the Jap formation,
and waa going to try to Intercept. I
dove down until 1 was just over the
tops of the clouds, at 17,600 feet.
I dodged in among the tops of the
fluffy cumulus, looking ahead for
the first sign of the black silhouette
of an airplane. As the enemy ships
bad been reported heading North,
I estimated where they should now
bo and flew to intercept them.
W N U. R t L L A S i
I ’U never forget. I had just looked
at the fuel gauge for the hundredth
time, and as my eyes left the in
strument board to go back to my
diligent search. I saw the clock, and
the hour was 9:08. At that Instant
1 saw an enemy airplane—one sil
houette. From that second on, 1
know I moved automatically, I saw
that on our courses we were going
to meet head-on.
The other ship was now much
nearer, and closing fast. It was a
twin-engine bomber and was right
down low over the clouds, just as
1 was Down below now were holes
in the overcast, and 1 Imagine the
bomber was trying to locate its po
sition to go down through. He didn't
see my ship, and 1 kept hidden by
the clouds as much as possible. 1
felt my left hand go to the instr-
ment panel to turn on the gun-
switch. Then, as I looked at the red
switch, I saw that I had evidently
turned it on without being conscious
of the act. I moved it off, then
back on again, as a kind of test. 1
turned the gun-sight rheostat on and
got the lighted sight reflected on
my glass armor in front of my
eyes. The enemy ship came on,
"mushrooming“ in my vision; our
relative speed of approach was per
haps five hundred miles an hour.
By now I had shoved everything
forward on the throttle quadrant—
the engine was pulling full power,
and the prop pitch was set to high
speed, low pitch.
Then, just before 1 pressed the
trigger, I saw the other planes,
two enemy fighters above and be
hind the bomber. I had evidently
Some ttfty-callter ammunition for
the P-40.
not been seen by any of the three i
ships, for after all I was coming on j
very close to the clouds. But I
nearly stopped my aiming from the
surprise of seeing them. They were
about three thousand feet above the
bomber, and were weaving back and
forth in loose formation. I saw the
square wing-tip that told they were
Navy Zeros. There flashed in my
mind the warning that I had heard
from General Chennault about at
tacking bombers when there was
fighter escort. Everyone in China
had always neglected to consider
odds on the side of the enemy—they
were used to that. Personally, I
just didn't know enough about aerial
combat to worry much, or I might
have gone on anyway. My six guns
would neutralize their four; I could
shoot the bomber down and dive into
the clouds before the Zeros could
get me.
I really don’t know whether I
thought it all out or not. for by now
I was shooting. The tracers seemed
to go towards the enemy all right,
but now the Jap came into my sight
so fast that I don't know whether
they hit him then or not. I dove
right under the nose of the twin-
engine ship, and I ’ll bet he was one
surprised pilot. I noted that he had
started to turn and maybe that
made me miss.
As the ship crossed over my head,
I pulled around in the tightest turn
I have ever made, mushing down
in the clouds a good distance, and
that must have hid me momentarily
from the fighter escort. As I came
out, the bomber was completing its
turn opposite to the way I had
turned, and I moved in for a full-
deflection shot—a shot possible when
the other ship is crossing your path,
at 90 degrees. I had slowed down,
however, and had to reef in and
shoot at it from beneath and behind.
I got a good burst In here.
But now I saw tracers all around
me and felt a couple of hits; the
Zeros were shooting at me. One of
the enemy fighters dove in front of
me and I got a snap shot at it from
a hundred yards. I dove under the
bomber again, and with the speed
that I gained, tried to make a belly
attack; I got in another shot burst
and felt some more hits on my
ship.
As I pulled up, the Zero that had
been shooting at me made the mis
take of rolling at the top of his
climb, and I dove at him and gave
him about two hundred rounds with
a no-deflection shot; I know the burst
hit him badly. I shot at the other
fighter from long range as he tried
a head-on run. But the clouds were
worrying the Japs—they seemed to
have trouble seeing me. As my
dive at the Zero built my speed up,
I turned towards the bomber again;
it saw me and started a turn to
the right. I snapped a short head-on
shot, and before 1 got to the enemy
ship, I tossed caution to the winds
and made a hundred and eighty de
gree tuen—the Jap was right In
front of my guns and 1 was alreudy
shooting. I held the trigger down
and saw the tracers hit the big wing,
the fuselage, and suw the glass
stream from the canopy. I just
squeezed the trigger and “froze” as
the bomber seemed to come back
towards me.
As I drew up to less thun a hun
dred yards the big red spots on the
wing grew wider and wider apart,
and I saw pieces come from the
left engine. I nearly rammed the
enemy—I still don't see how I
missed the radio antenna pole be
hind the glass canopy; I could see
the guns waving to and fro, and
they shot at me.
But the bomber was going down.
I didn't pull up i l l went past him
this time, but dove steeply. When I
came out of the dive 1 looked back
for the Zeros but they were not to
be seen. Above und behind me. the
bomber was spinning slowly in
tlames. the black smoke making u
spiral above the clouds—I saw It
go into the clouds as I mushed
through in my pullout. I came out
below the clouds, which were broken
In a few places now, but I couldn’t
see the Jap ships. 1 made one half
circle and didn’t know where 1 was.
Finally remembering my fuel sup
ply, I breathlessly glanced at the
gauges, and they were all bouncing
around on— EM PTY! I turned and
headed West with my throttle re
tarded and the prop set back for
cruising. Now I called Sasser, hav
ing forgotten to call him at the mo
ment of contact with the enemy. I
told him about the Interception,
that I knew I had shot down the
bomber and had gotten some bursts
on the fighters. Sasser told me that
there was a flight on the way from
Hengyang, led by Gil Bright.
My altitude was ten thousand now,
and I held it while I just about glid
ed with power to the West, where I
should see the Hengyang-Kweilin
railroad. As I finished my report
over the radio, Sasser in Kweilin
told me S-3, and Richardson at
Hengyang said S-3 also. But M iller
at Lingling told me I sounded very
close to his station, and gave me the
report S-5. These mean. In radio
technical language, that my volume
was louder in Lingling than at either
of the other two stations.
Just then M iller must have re
ceived a report from a town that
heard my engine, for he said,
•’You’re Northeast of the field.” I
turned a little South and saw the
welcome red clay of Lingling. I
started feeling happy then—I'd been
in the air on a cross-country for
nearly four hours, and knew that
I'd shot down at least one plane.
I couldn't buzz the field though, for
any minute I expected the engine
to cough and the prop to start
"windmilling” —out of gas. I put
the wheels down and landed without
even looking to see which way the
wind was on the runway. I got the
ship parked without the engine s dy
ing, but the mechanics said they
couldn't see any fuel in the tanks.
Rather excitedly I told my story.
We counted the holes in my ship
and then went over to count those in
one of the fighters that had been in
another battle that morning. Just
then M iller came dashing up In a
jeep to say that my air engage
ment had been reported over Lei-
yang, sixty miles to the East, and
that confirmation had already come
in on my bomber. It had crashed
and burned eight miles from the
town. That noon I was so excited
that I couldn't eat my lunch—I just
sat there and relived the battle.
The sergeant came in to tell me
there were seventeen holes In my
ship, and two of them were from the
cannon of the Zeros—they were all
back near the tail; so maybe George
Paxton had been right, and maybe
the little rats couldn't shoot. Well,
we were to find out during the next
ten days, very vividly.
I flew on to Hengyang that after
noon, and with Lieutenant Cluck in
a jeep we drove to Leiyang. We had
information that some of the crew
or passengers had jumped from the
bomber that morning and had been
captured, and we needed the prison
ers for information. With Chinese
guides we climbed on foot over the
rice paddies built on the hills, to
wards the scene of the crashed
plane. Even before we’d covered
the ten or more miles that we had
to walk, I saw evidence of the air
plane. It seemed as if every coolie
that came towards us was carrying
a piece of the Jap plane. Near the
wreck I saw pieces of aluminum on
the houses covering holes in the
roofa, and saw some of the clothes
from the Jap airmen. These we
examined, and found a notebook, a
map, and a pistol Later the sol
diers at the wreck gave us a chute
and some other things.
When we came to the burned
bomber we found it pretty well scat
tered. The fabric was gone from
the parts that hadn’t burned, but
the larger part was just a mass of
burned metal. I noticed that the
bodies of four Japs were lying where
they had fallen, and several days
later other visitors reported them
still In the same positions. I looked
in vain through the wreckage for a
Samurai sword, which is the souve
nir we value most from the Jap.
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Hy V IR G IN IA VALK
T’S the renl Deanna Durbin
whom you'll see in “Can’t
Help Singing” ; the picture’s
in technicolor, so Deannu’s
hair is golden, not the darker
shade created ior her black
and white films. But the star
I
will have to vie with the landscape,
for thia super-Western was made
against the spectacularly beautiful
scenery of Utah. The turquoise blue
Navajo lake could offer competition
to any actress. Deanna rated the
best in music, too; her songs were
written by Jerome Kern, author of
the music for “Show Boat" and
D E A N N A D U R B IN
many other hits, and the lyrics sre
by E. Y. Harburg, who turned out
the verses for the songs in “ Bloom
er G irl,” New York’s newest mu
sical hit.
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During the first eight weeks of
"To Have and Have Not.” at a New
York theater, 390,000 persons ptld
to see the Humphrey Bogart-Lauren
Bacall opus. The Bogart admirers
swarmed In by thousands, many
others came to see the new starlet.
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Johnny Coy and M iriam Franklin
rehearsed for three and a half
months for the dance they do in
"Duffy’a Tavern”—two weeks long
er than It took Fred Astaire and
Marjorie Reynolds to prepare their
routines for "Holiday Inn.” Inci
dentally Johnny, recently signed by
Paramount, la being hailed as a
combination of Aatalre and Gene
Kelly, because of his performance
In “ Out of This World.”
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John Cromwell has a reputation
as a director who brings out hidden
talent and develops stars; he’s the
man who made Bette Davis a star
in “Of Human Bondage." In “Since
You Went Away” several newcom
ers give outstanding performances.
Now along comes “The Enchanted
Cottage’’—see it and keep an eye on
Eden Nicholas. Martha Holliday.
Virginia Belmont, Nancy Marlow.
Robert Clarke. Bill Williams and
Carl Kent. Maybe you'll be In on
the development of a new star.
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Wally Cassell, playing a light
hearted G.I. whom the girls go for
in “G.I. Joe," the Ernie Pyle pic
ture, owes his screen career to
Mickey Rooney. Rooney saw him
in a Los Angeles cafe, got him a
screen test and a contract with
Metro.
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If you attend a broadcast of " M r.
District Attorney” you see Ethel
Browning toting a box about three
Inches high; she stands on It when
ever It’s time for her to say her
lines. The voice of a tough gun
moll cornea from a tiny gal who
can’t reach the mike!
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"Brother Al” Helfer, former Mu
tual Broadcasting System sports an
nouncer and honorably discharged
lieutenant commander of the navy,
has the latest Cinderella story to
tell. While strolling through the cor
ridor of New York's 20th Century-
Fox office to audition as a commen
tator, he was spotted by a talent
scout. Result, a technicolor screen
test and a long-term contract for
the handsome, six-foot five Al. But
don’t look for him on the screen
under that name—it’ll probably be
changed before he faces the
cameras.
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Larry Stevens, the 21-year-old lad
who replaced Dennis Day as singer
on the Jack Benny program, is ex
tra pleased about that contract be
cause now he can m arry his high
school sweetheart, Barbara W il
liams, Universal contract player.
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You’d think Dick Haymes would
be content, what with his "E very
thing for the Boys” air show over
NBC and his starring role opposite
Betty Grable in 20th Century-Fox’s
"Diamond Horseshoe."
But now
he’s studying short-story writlngl
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ODDS AND ENDS—Danny Kaye it
now »tarring on hit own air thow on
CBS. . . . IPe’re told that Cornelia O tii
Skinner and Roland Young may coma
back in a radio series like their “IPU-
Ham and Mary." . . . Archduke Felix of
Auitria told Jean Fontaine that the hem
movie he'd teen was “Going My IFay."
1 . . . Judy Canova is now appearing on a
naw teriei over NBC. . . . There’» »till
popular demand for another Phil Baker
ihota with Beetle and Bottle; Beetle is
IFard (Stage Door Canteen) IFilton, and
Bottle is Harry (It Pay» to Ba Ignorant)
McNaughton. . . . No need to identify
Phil (Take It or Leave It) Beker.