The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1941-02-20
man army You need know more. Worlds
history unfolds in that scene. :.

man army. F.. ;. You need know no more. Worlds
history unfolds in that scene.
Then walked into Joe Jackson's the other day.
Joe too had been digging in the muck of memory.
. He had snaps Of Dead Mans Hill at Verdun.
The exultant, vibrant tone of the Armistice must
have sweed through him again it did in all others
on that day of November II, when he dug from his
souvenirs copy of the European edition Of the
New York Herald. The Armistice edition. The
unbounded joy of Paris!
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And the talk gets around to a principal
topic. Inquiries into ones state of wellbeing, rou
tine discussions Of the status of the weather are
secondary Instead the query is row whats
your order NUMBER" And then a rather lengthy
discussion of how much time one has before his
number is up and the chances of his going
And the icy thought that perhaps is not physical
ly fit. It's crazy jig saw. Young men, the
pawns in it's pattern, wonder. They wonder about
Britain. They wonder what is short of war" They
if in twenty years they will be the oldsters
standing by-but on with the tales.
We ate mess with the Regimental Headquar-
tiers Battery the other night Through the courtesy
of mess sergeant John Dubois. Mess, let me
inform you, had it is long way from that
1t is eating under good circumstance with good
companionshp. While all of what Emily Post says
is not observed, did not get my hand stabbed.
There no babble. was struck Immediately with
the quiet of the hail. In all other groups of
young persons with whom have eaten that time
automatic signal for loud raucous voicngs. The
cussed quietly that they would like seeing the big
2O0inch telescope in the west then fell to on dis
cussion of star-gazng and planet-looking that we
astrologicallyh handicapped couldn't begin to follow.
Every in his place. Nothing glum,
mind you But nothing that ever make you believe
that here was nothing else than soodd gentlemen
And then another. The death of Henry Grf
Most of you probably won't remember him. Allan
Meigs did. Allan and he were good friends Henry
died in Newfoundland, soldier in the U. S. Army,
He was more than soldiers he was musician
and played the glockenspel in the Fort Smelling
band If memory serves for Allan Henry was
the last of the piano players at the old Caughren
theatre. He played piano when the silent pictures
were riding their death knen and when vitaphone
delivered the decapitation blow. Soldiers and
And Howard Polling new Gamble store manager
owner Is number 1873 in the selective service.
Which Of course Is number one. It's not all somber
and serious and grave. America can still laugh
It's best joke is the draft, the defense.
The gal who the stamps marked "for de-
fense" getting a kick out of attaching them to b. f.
letters. And chuckling the for defense" does not
help her out.
And then the boys-the formers of Sank Centre
who have Joined fighting forces Interesting CO.
incidence is the descriptive letters received here
simultaneously. One from G. Lew Ingram, promoted
to Flight Lieutenant in the Royal Canadian Air
Force with opportunity toward becoming Squadron
Commander, whose description Of night flying in
the winter of Canada across the U. S. north border
The other from Dudley Morse, meteorologist
at Fort Elgin Florida, in the u S. Army Air Corps,
writing of daytime flight on the south border.
From Mr.. Migrants letter: 1--WE were night fly
ing last night and we might well have been flying
in the daylight, because of the visibility. 1t
made me feel that went unstairs and did few mild
acrobatics in the moonlight. From thousand
feet could the lights of Toronto in the south
west, and Rochester. N. Y, straight south across
Lake Ontario, and Kingston, about five thousand
feet going the opposite way. And thought of the
phrase Ships that pass in the night . . suppose
he from of the Air Observers Schools
probably Toronto. Last Sunday another flight
doing night flying, and having some spare time,
I took instructor from the Raj, to check him
out in the Lockheed to do night flying. He had
never flown twins before at night and had to be
checked out. 1t was backer than the inside OF
duck that night and the first thing he said when
got in the air that that It was more like
flying over Christmas tree than night flying.
He had been accustomed to flying in England in
the backout conditions, and the lights of the viii
lagos hereabout made it seem pretty bright"
And then from bud, in Florida. mot so long
ago I made my first water landing There were four
of us, including the pilot and my Commanding Of
ficer. The day nice and clear, with just a few
cumulus clouds lowering at 5000 feet the outer
Gulf The plane was the OA-9 Grammar Amphibian
commercially known the GIL The first landing
was made in the mouth Of Little Bayou as 1t n
tered the placid waters Of the bay. The bay was
too calm for good landings Have you poured
water into empty tub? Well, that's the way it
sounded when we hit. We hit going about 65, and
as the nose settled down to water level the water
came over the entire plane in a white froth then
we were rolling gently with the slow swell of the
quet-watered bay. The takeoff proved just as wet
as the landing. Not inside but the duck has a very
bad habit Of trying to submarine and in doing so,
it sprays the entire ship with the we'll known H2O.
We made about eight landings and then took off
down the coaslne all of twenty feet off the water
and about 200 MPH Ten minutes later we zoomed
to 5000 feet to what could Visibility
was about 100 miles so we could see quite a bit.
Far down below the then gently rolling waters
of the Gulf of Mexico took an almost pale ultra
marine color. The CULTS sandy bottom was easily
visible, as were all forms of seaweed. Over there
a school of the swift porpoise played, and a bit
further one the terror of the deep the tiger shark
slipped through the warm, shallow offshore waters.