Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-09-02

blade whirl off the hub and burst to
shrapnel as stresses and strains tore its
substance. The Niagaran clatter was
intensified as the embarrassed propeller
shaft leaped from 400 to about $4,000
r. p. m. Generated by this terrific speed,
dynamic heat almost vaporized metals
and engine oil. Sudden expansion set
in. Red-hot grape flew heller skelter.
The Liberty vas shattered
Yeager had been scanning the airscape
with the placid dignity of an admiral
on his fagship's bridge. He felt the
onslaught first. An internal fragment
glanced off his forehead, probably stun
ned and deadened his senses. No one
heard him cry out if he did, the motors
salvos drowned his voice.
Maj BreretoL and Lieut. Bridget saw
the disrupted propeller whisk a short
space through the air before ripping
into the lower right wing and slicing
off a great chunk.
RudderIess Derelict.
AS the crew rallied its staggering
thoughts, the right Liberty discharged
more shrapnel and raked the ship. One
piece disabled the pilots leg, but he
held to the controls. Maj. Brereton
grasped the impasse first. It meant.
"Jump!" the word and act common to
CaterpillarS.
In the rear cockpit, Sergt Taylor and
Sergt. Miller tore off their radio
helmets at the first bass note of thunder
They were backstage and did not see
the rising curtain. Mad, agonizing
clangor terrorized them. What did it
mean?.
The clipped right wing sailed earth
ward surrounded by the f1oatsam of
wreckage, strips of loose linen and en-
CINE parts. From due east, the bomber's
course shifted to south.
In the pilot pit Lieut.. Bridget threw
himself against thrusts, forces and in
teractions that connived to drag the
battleShip down. lie urged his wounded
leg against the rudder bar. He turned
the wheel left, right Controls were
dead. Now she staggered like a rlldder-
less derelict. Ailerons, fiippers and tail
hung limp and lifeless. Not one post
from which he could command this
dreadnaught.
The only normal part about the plane
was the left Liberty. Throughout the
fusillade this engine sang duloet music,
When the helmsman throttled the left
motor, the dreadnaught answered with
sleeper, faster dive. He jerked the
gun. She raised her bow into climb
ing turn. DESERVING the battleship was
his last thought. Whang-bam The
motor cowling few off Water lines
burst. Steamingf spray showered his
head.
War Monsters Death.
How that motor stuck to her bed is
splendid enigma. Plainly, every dis
senting force that could be mustered
under a set of given conditions tried to
pulNerize her substance
The battleship walled loud and long
Her sides rocked and sagged. Colossal
as she was, the engine disturbance
made her quake: 10000 pounds of weld
ed, riveted and sewn substance fiut-
tered like an autumn leaf. She dipped
broad wings, and it was easy to see her
wounded vitals. She crumbled, this
bomb-hurler, and persisted over grave
yard where men are buried, victim
of self-slaughter No enemy armadas
had charged against her; never had
she bombed a fortress, save in war
game.
AS that steel-plated heart lay torn
open, gashed and dripping, her vascular
fluids oozed out. Ali over the coun-
tryside they heard her reverberating