Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-01-15
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eagle. That was one time in my
varied life that l knew what hunger
was.
Real Want.
| 1t is impossible to describe how
one suffers when hungry. You can
imagine it, but you must experience
the novel sensation-to you-to ap-
preciate how necessary chunk of
dry bread is l can think of no bet
ter way to describe the sufferings of
prisoners of war in this way than by
/ quoting the remark of red-headed
Tommy who lay in the bed next to
me in the hospital. lie said: I'm
! certainly going to eat slow when /
get home" Fearing you won't see
the point in that mother, I'll explain
that the slower you eat the more you
can eat. See? 1 have tried it SO 1
know.
| And now l guess I have you wor-
! ried with that word hospital" Oh,
yes. I was in one. You see, I did
/ not wish to miss anything in this
war; How l got there is another
story, and quite long one. l re-
| fuse, however, to satisfy your Curl
osity and write backward, so you
will have to read right along with the
rest from the beginning, and good
ness knows it's time l told you how
l fell into the hands of the "un-
| speakable Hun" as Dad calls this
animal l had plenty of chances to
| see how well the name fitted during
my short captivity. "Unspeakable"
| is not very strong word, but it sure
| leaves a lot to the imagination, and
| believe me, you cannot imagine how
cruel and utterly devoid of human
| instincts and feelings is this Kaiser
! product of kultur which so boldly
attempted to benr the entire world
beneath its iron yoke.
1 on OH the Last Flight.
1t seems a long, long time since
that eventful morning, when with
| three of my French comrades | went
aloft to hunt and chase the Hun. We
were led by Garand, a little French
man with twelve planes to his cred
It, who had painted his plane red
and white in honor thereof. l have
spoken before of this wonderful pi-
| lot, as l often flew with him, and
also of the pretty spectacle his
brightly painted plane made with it's
red body, white nose and white tail
This particular morning was very
clear with few clouds in the sky, but
those few were mighty big ones. In
one near Rheims, so white, clear
and smooth that it looked like some
one had beaten up the whites Of
| thousands of eggs to q fluffy light
ness, dumped them out fatty over all
| the Hun lines. So it seemed to me
anyway, for that certainly was some
cloud, and It. sure covered a lot of
| territory on the Boche side of
| Rheims. However, 1t was very low
and aside from cutting off our view
! it hindered our hunting not at all,
| for, as usual, we were flying around
! 5000 meters. We had not been fly
| ing long before we noted several
puffs of white smoke near the edge
| of this cloud. Since only the french
! shrapnel makes white smoke, 1t was
| taken for granted there was Boche
around somewhere. Look as close
! ly as 1 would, though, no Boche
could 1 see, and since my red and
white leader began making lot OF
| rapid maneuvers, about that time, !
stopped looking for little Willie and
tried to make out what he was try
ing to tell me Surely, it was some
sort of signal, for he was standing
first on one wing and then on the
other. Standing on his nose his tail
and his ear. Such evolutions l had
never seen him perform before, ana
1 being just behind him in my pet
position, naturally though the sig
nails were for me.
The Enemy Balloon.
Finally it dawned on me that per-
haps he had seen some Boone pal
looms and knowing how deslrous l
was to burn q few more of those
! fat. pot-bellied spies he was using
that way of telling me. Since l
could find no signs of Boone plane
1 turned my attention to hnding a
balloon, That, let me tell you, was
not as simple as you might thlnk.
A balloon is mighty unwieldly ano
enormous thing when one looks al
it from the ground, as Dad once re-
marked, but from height OF o,Vuu
meters it's quite another matter Ii
it is we'll amoufiaged often you
won't see 1t at all, and even When
YOU do find one, it is merely Tiny
speck that If not watched Closely
will soon be lost.
By looking very closely, however
1 finally discovered one after a five
minute search. 1t seemed to me one
of those big yellow boys-the klio
| that lust came from the factory, the
need for them being so great theS
had not the time to camouhage them
Having discovered something prom
iSing to shoot at, L lmmeuldISiy S,o
nailed my agitated comrade by 90,
ing q little acrobatics myself and
loon. My guess had been right toI
loon. Ny guess had been rightt' 1oi
the signals certainly were for me
as, according to a prearranged plan
whenever we few together. he toi-
lowed closely behind me. IL l at,
tackled a balloon. Looking benino
as I dove steeply toward that yellow
mark below. 1 could see the white
nose of my dependable comrade no,
so meters away diving at the same
steep angle as myself. varying nary
an inch from the straight and mar
row path. To see him tumbling tran,
ouil and peaceful behind, one couio
hardly think that only 10 seconds
before he was chasing his tail al
over the heavenly plot.
The Gauntlet OF Fire:
Seeing that 1 was backed up SO
well by my comrades, the others
were following, also, gave me con-
siderable confidence, SO 1 gave my
attention to the front. knowing tha'