The Cordova daily times., 1916-11-01

, youngsters or Ine WOnuerIul aNldtlOi
 service Great Britain has almost mir
 aculously built up since the war began
 We've got the Germans now where
 they have to fire blindly or shoot b!
 may" these intrepid men of the ail
 will tell you. "Of what use are theil
 wonderful guns if they don't know
 what they are shooting at? They don't dare send plane over our lines
 They don't even dare approach. The minute they show themselves we have an overwhelming number of machines i to send after them, and they beat il for home again as fast as they can go 1 They cant take a photograph of our new positions. Their batteries have been driven from the heights, and they can't observe. It is a big differ. ence from the first days of the war.
 AssOciating much with Britain's fly. ing men one will soon learn that an Archibald" usually called Archie for short, is an anti-aircraft gun.
 Archie barks at you," said Bren. nan. He goes wool, wool, wool. He isn't comfortable to listen to, either, but it's when you get down a little nearer to earth and the machine guns get to working that you feel you have got to do what you set out to do right quickly and get started to some quiet CT spot just as fast as the air will get out of your way and let you through You cant imagine how much that old atmosphere gets in your way when you are really in hurry"
 When you get on speaking terms with a machine gun you know that it talks with putt, putt, putt" The ordinary hand rifle, which often takes shot at you when you get too close to the trenches, goes "crack, crack, crack" just as everyone expects a rifle to go.
 "A flaming onion? We'll, that looks for all the world like an eight candle power electric light bulb coming at you. Then all of a sudden it breaks into a nice little ribbon of fire that dart and float through the air like so many blazing serpents. They are very disabreeable, these onions. Their one desire in life is to set you ablaze and explode your petrol tank" One thing the American always has to re member over here is that gasoline, of just plain gas" as the motorists and flying men call it at home, has no place in the English lexicon It is petrol" just as lieutenant. al though spelled lieutenant, is pro nounced "leftenant"
 Several of the young wing" subal- terms were waiting for the Hickey boos" to come over the other night when they fell into a heated discus sion as to whether you would rather have 9 shell break right ahead of you, right beneath you or right over you. There were those who contended it was best to have it break right in front of you, for then the explosion would spread the fragments and let you pass safely through the spot where the blooming beast cracked. '"
 The others contended that a shell breaking on the level with you indi- cated that Archie" had his fuses timed just a bit too accurately for pleasure flying, and that it was safer to take chances from the fragments coming from beneath or above. This was one discussion in which the innO- cent bystander had no part He learn ed, however, that shrapnel from an Archie" jumps at you with bang, that it looks like a white puff-ball as it breaks in daylight and like the starry shower of a rocket as 1t ex- plodes by night,
 When a "shrap" explodes beneath the tail of your machine you feel as if you were going to loop the loop in the wrong direction When it breaks in front, you feel as if you very much wanted to do a "flipflOp" backwards in the most improved style. When you get it under the wings the concussion almost capsizes you and you feel as if the old "joy-stick," or guiding lever never will put her back on an even keel.
 The "Hickey-boos, it develops ir the course of the conversation, are the Zeppelins. Where they got the name no one seems to know. It Is
 the exclusive language of the flying
 corps. Archie" is the name of thu