Milford chronicle., 1942-05-22
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~ By ROBT. H. YERKES ~

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Brigadier-General James H. Doo-
little, veteran fiier, of the U. S. Ar
my. who led the 79 intrepid airmeu
over the land of the Setting Sun
April 18-spreading death and de-
stFuction among the yellow stink
pots" who like the Germans
thought their sacred soil could moi
be trampled by MARS" This is te
advise them that the April Is raid
is only the beginning. They will be
bombed unmercifully-they will be
made to pay ten-thousand fold foI
the rape of Nanking and the treaeh-
erous assault on Pearl Harbor. The
gods of their ancestors will be
ground into the dust, and their
heather temples will be used as
torches to light the march of the
victorious armies of Christiandom.
When these bombing assaults be-
come daily occurrences and when
their mighty navy, with the picked
thousands of their youth aboard
settles on the bottom of the seven
seas-when they are blinded by
blood and sweat and tears-then
maybe they will realize what a
great folly they committed Decem-
ber Z, 1941.
/s/s/
Drives and counter drives seem
to be all in a days work on the
Eastern front. First the Nazis start
the old steam roller" rolling to-
ward the Caueausian oil fields, then
the Russians counter attack and
the steam roller" is sent into re-
verse. These actions reminds one
of the start of horse raceror auto
race-the contestants jockeying for
position, with the holder of the
post position determined not to re-
linquish his vital spot. Until last
winter Hitler and his Nazis held
the post position. They had every
thing their own way, the world was
their "oyster"-they could "shuck
it" or just keep it iced for con-
sumption at some later dater. Then
old Shicklegruber, having just COM
pleted reading the Life Of Napo-
leon, decided that his and the des-
tiny of the German Reich, lay in
the conquest of the United States of
Soviet Russia. In direct opposition
to his generals, who favored an at
tack on England. this degenerate,
anemic paper hanger, ordered the
mightiest war machine the world
has ever seen into the vastness of
Russia. 1t is true the Germans won
some signal victories. They con-
quered great provinces and partly
subjugated millions of human be-
ings, but they did not destroy the
Russian armies or break the will
Of the Russian masses, and then
hundreds of miles from the Water
land they were forced to face
new terrifying enemy, who swept
out of the North-an enemy sent by
God, in answer to the prayers sent
heavenward by 150,000,0 900 Russian
easants-Winter This last enemy
over which Hitler-self-styl man
Of destiny could exercise no con-
trol-took the lives of hundreds of
thousands of German boys, and
broke the heart of the great Ger
man nation. The Germans are still
possessed of a powerful army and
air force. l for one do not UNDER
estimate them, they can and still
will strike strong blows, but the
unconquerable spirit displayed by
the Germans during their earlier
campaigns is gone-frozen to death
along with the flower of their youth
on the plains of Russia.
/2s/
Mayor Edward c. Evans, Sussex
county coordinator for civilian de-
fense, is busy man and doing a
swell job, both as mayor and as
coordinator, but along with his null
titudious duties he is becoming abb
sent minded, viz the following: Last
Saturday morning, His Honor, who
is also an assistant fire chief, at
tended the fire which swept the
garage owned by Mrs. Clara Dep
uty in South Milford. Arriving at
the scene of action, Ed. parked his
car, put on his boots and coat,
locked the car and commenced to
give orders to the arriving fire.
men. Suddenly voice sang out,
"Who the h parked their d
car by this fire hydrant" Investi-
cation revealed that the car was
the property of the mayor, who
firmly planted in front of the burn
ing building, was demanding more
water and still more water. 1t is
needless to add that his "Nibs" has
been catching it all week from all
sides, especially when it is alleged
that Ed. was the party who so voci-
feTously demanded the identity of
the person parking by the plug.
/e/s/
A few weeks ago we observed
Mothers Day, and in line with that
days observance we planned to use
poem on mother written by JOS
eph Pendleton, Jr., a former Mil
ford boy, son of Mr.. and Mrs. JOS
eph Pendleton, of near town, who
is now living on the West Coast
and employed in vital defense in
dustry. Through some mix-up this
poem was left out, and we extend
our apologies to Mrs. Pendleton and
Joe, and with hope for forgive
ness we print the poem below:
.--l Mother
Down the path of life,
Through shading trees,
Like shining star
Or balmy breeze
You're all things sweet:
Which give life cheer.
This is your love,
My mother dear.
Like gardens bright,
With flowers blooming
After years of tender care.
My day long joys
Are for you, mother,
Knowing that you always care.