Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1918-01-25
A Fine Eiuure of a Lad.

1crnapS you VIII ieSah ho'Ah6 AS~S
a cabled story from London, printed
in The World and other newspapers
here, about Lieut.. O'Brien's leap from
the speeding prisoner train. and his
escape into Holland.
That cabled story was nothing but
a rather sketchy series of headings
for chapters-and incomplete at that
of the regular, red -blooded and all
that sort Of stuff yarn that the lieu
tenant spun to reporter for the
World on the eve of his departure for
the grand old Homecoming In Mo-
mence. Ill.
Probably, If you should set out to
describe Patrick A. O'Brien, you
would think of Lochinvar out Of the
West too. Pat admits he Is 6 feet
and an inch as he steps into the
morning tub. He has the sort OF
shoulders-with a gold England" on
the peak of each one-that no NATL
nee idol would be angry about get
ting, either from his progenitors OF
his tailor. And he has waist, and
legs and arms and appurtenances OF
that sort that make the names they
are called mean something.
Looks Fit For a Scrap.
His mop of wavy, dark brown hall
pompadours right back from a regu-
lar, honest to- goodness forehead. Fol
the rest, his eyes are hazel, his fea-
lures are lean and clean cut, and his
face Is smiling.
Taking him by and large. you
might look at him twice in any gath
cring, and whisper 10 yourself: Nov
there is q fine, clean-cut American
boy" He is twenty-seven. And you
might add to any one with you:
And I'll bet he'd give a good ac-
count of himself in a shindy."
WELL" Lieut.. O'Brien began (and II
he sounds vainglorious at any poin,
OF his narrative. or anything but mod
est, while anxious to please merciless
questioners. blame 1t on the chroni-
clcr, and not on him). WELL" nc
began, 1T was on Aug. II last. Oul
flight Of six machines had started ou,
for its daily two and a half hours bi,
in the air at $50. One Of the planes
had gone wrong in coming over the
lines and had turned back. So We
were only Ave.
Got Into a Bad Trap.
IL had just looked at my instru'
ment and found we were $4,000 feet
in the air. l had just looked at m,
watch and found 1t was 7.50. and had
thought 1t was only ten minutes wher
we would start for home again.
II was feeling glad about that
when we saw nine of the Huns. Will
three other British planes we went
in to the attack. No sooner were We
engaged than eleven more Huns, wht
apparently had been waiting for JUS
that sort of a situation, dived down
upon us. Consequently, we got hell
Evidently four Of 'em picked mt
out, I got one. He was about thirty
feet away when I saw the stream
of tracer bullets from my Vicker'
going into his neck. found out after
ward he was Bavarian.
"For q minute was afraid we wer'
going to collide In air. And all thu
time I could see and hear the bullet'
from the machine guns Of those othel
Huns around me. Sure, You can se'
the bullets. Every third bullet In my
gun was like q blue ball Of fire. Tint
Huns use 'em too. The French M
smoke tracers. You can see the bull
lets you shoot and the bullets tn
other fellow shoots-if they don't hf
you.
And One Hi Him.
Il thought, Tn going away. q
I'll nght.' l was popping away when
ever could get line on Hun. anf