The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-11-26
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shows for those occasions. The boys have to work for their extra food.
 The way night life has folded in Berlin. The few clubs remaining open usually see the last of their few customers tipping the hatcheck girl around ten-thirty in the even- ing. Even the Jockey Club, sugar daddied by the Propaganda Ministry for the benefit of foreign correspon- dents, gets very slim pickings {. The ban on dancing, lifted after the victory in France, but slapped right on again when the RAF raids start ed The Tin Pan Alley songs, which are at least twice as popular as the Continental numbers. 'Flat Foot Floggie" is still the big hit.
 The huge prison camp near Bres- lau, where 5000 Englishmen are languishing. P. c. Woodhouse is there, as is Giles ,Rommily, nephew of Winston Churchill. Rommily was covering the Norwegian in- vasion for the London Daily Ex- press and happened to get in the way of a German patrol :. ]. Her schel Grynszpan, the nineteen-year old slayer of Herr vob Rath, secre- tary in the German Embassy in Paris back in 1888. The kid is in Berlin, carefully guarded. A sensa- tional trial of this Jewish boy is promised for some future date.
 Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who is still called MT. Big" by the Ger mans and described as a fellow who can't be pushed around" The average German does not have the slightest idea of what has been go- ing on in the United States since May 10 Those in the know are not eagerly awaiting the day when the Flying Fortresses are put on the London Berlin run .. The censor ship problem, which is eased by the fact that we can always argue per- sonally with the censor about con- troversial material. The blue pencil always wins, though Herr Guido Schmidt, Number One interpreter of the Third Reich. He is the man who does the running commentaries in English when Hitler's speeches are broadcast in America.
 The experiences of 8 German boy during a raid over England, a story that won't be found in the German SNar fNf the crews which were to take part in the nights assignment. We got together at the airport at six in the evening and were shown the objectives to be bombed. My group was assigned the East India docks. We recessed for dinner and a nap, and then at two-thirty in the morn ing we roared off. Somewhere and I can't say where-we picked up our escort of Messerschmitts. Our schedule was like that of railroad. We had to be over a certain point of the Thames Estuary at certain minute so as not to get in the way of bombers following us. We flew at 25,000 feet and dove to 15,000 as we arrived over London. The trigger was pulled and there was a sickening bounce of the plane as the bombs dropped away. There was an awful lot of London beneath me, and I don't know how we could be sure of hitting our objective. l don't know if we did. The British anti-aircraft fire was good and really scared me. Our squad was attacked by single Spitfire. He flashed a spotlight on us to be sure who he was firing at. We thought we got away o. K, but discovered 9 bullet holes in the fuselage back at the airport. And just when we were putting the planes away this crazy Britisher roared down over the air. port and strafed us. There's another crazy man in the RAF who causes
 plenty of trouble, too. He flies or
 the Channel coast patrol and always
 has a great big cigar sticking out
 of the corner of his mouth. We
 don't want to shoot him down-wt
 want to capture him!"