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St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1944-08-25

Hi There!
Yes, Your Pal, Sal, is back with
you again after quite long alb
sence. Please overlook my numer-
Gus mentions of Florida, but when
one returns from a long trip les
pecially with her bridegroom) the
enthusiasm is hard to keep sup
pressed. So many of US have loved
ones in the service, l know you'd
like to get a birds-eye slant OF
what Sal observed while being on
an army base for three months. All
of our brothers, sons and husbands.
too, have probably made the same
observations, "FOR THIS is THE
ARMY" all over the world. was
in a camp in the deep South, in
the heart of Florida.
While there 1 resided with my
hubby in one of the adorable apart
ments in the attractive Dixie Plaza
across the street from the Base.
The occupants in the Plaza are all
the non-commissioned officers and
their wives. We had the same type
of apartments and conveniences
that the white couples had.
Our Colored boys at this particu-
lar base had the honor and distinc-
ton of having built up (from moth
ing but dirt and few seeds) one
of the most beautiful sections on
the base. The flowers, grass and
landscaping in this particular sec
ton were beautiful. 1t plainly
showed that the hands of busy,
thoughtful, and talented young men
had a great part towards adding
to its present beauty.
From what l observed, there was
no outright discrimination right
on the base. Our boys rode side
by side on the army buses all over
the base with boys of all natiOnali-
ties. Never once did l detect any
antagOnistic feelings existing be-
tween the boys of the various races.
Perhaps this was due to the fact
that so many of the white boys in
the camp were from the North.
The majority of our boys were
willing and capable to accept many
responsibilities. For instance, in
the main office of the base where
all the soldiers (white and cOlOred)
are first classified and catalOgued,
we have a group of men who are
called the classification team
This team is entirely manned by
Negroes from the COlOred Section
of the Base.
The boys morale is high-high
until they encounter the stun
bling block which hurts and cuts
the boys of our race all over the
world Southern prejudice. This
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St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1944-08-25
St. Paul Social
dnd Personal

T. Sgt. George ]. Mann and wife,
from Camp Lee, Va, are visiting
Mrs. Mann's parents, Mr.. and Mrs.
William Warricks, TAI st. Anthony.
During their stay they have been
entertained by Mrs. Donald War
ricks, Mrs. Raymond johnson, st.
Paul, and Mrs. Richly Adams, Min
neapolis.
Mrs. Mann holds secretarial
position at Camp Lee.
St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1944-08-25
Barbecue and
Chicken at Pilgrim
Rest Sept. 4

The Pilgrim Rest Baptist Church,
800 James Ave. No., will have for
sale Monday, Sept. A, beginning at
10 a. M, barbecue and chicken. All
are welcome to come and partake
of some good food.
St. Paul recorder. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1944-08-25

| to see MRS. DOROTHY HALL
PORTER (Gerafd's better half)
leave the Twin Cities for Canada.
Dorothy is well liked by many and
with her 60 the well-wishes of Sal
and many others. .. MR.. & MRS.
HOBART MITCHELL are in De-
trOit, Michigan, visiting Mr..
Mitchell's brother, DR.. RALSTON
MITCHELL. :.
A NOTE OF SADNESS:
My heartfelt sympathy is ex-
tended to MR.. DAVID FRANCIS,
who recently lost his beloved wife,
MAUDE FRANCIS. Mrs. Fran
els sudden passing was great
shock to her many friends who
loved her dearly. She will be great
ly missed by many and I for one
shall certainly miss seeing her smil-
ing face at various well-known
Twin City civic and social func-
tons. Her passing is our loss and
Gods gain. One of the late Mrs.
Francis closest friends, w. GER
TRUDE BROWN, flew here from
Washington, D. c., to attend her
funeral services.
EASTERN STAR MEETS:
The MINNESOTA RAND
CHAPTER sOf the ORDER OF
EASTERN STAR, PRINCE HALL
APPLICATION held its 18th An
nual Session at Phyllis Wheatley
House. Sal observed closely the
many fine people who belong to this
group. Never before Tin the South,
East or West) have seen a more
cultured, classy and gOOd-lOOking
group of women. They all con-
Quoted themselves as perfect ladies
during the entire convention. This
type of representation makes one
proud of her race. Many praises
were given the Worthy Grand Ma
iron, MRS, LUCILLE, SHIVERS,
for her superb presiding over all
deliberations. She was ably as
sisted by the Worthy Grand Patron,
MR.. w. II. MARTIN, the most
M. U. G. N. MR.. GEORGE L.
HOAGE, ST., and his cabinet,
brought greetings and best wishes
to MINI. Grand Chapter, o. E. S.
from the most worthy grand lodge
of MINI. The 10th Session of the
MINI. Grand Chapter closed with
the election of officers for the en-
suing year. For their Worthy Grand
MatrOn, the lodge selected one of
st. PauPs most able, refined, and
charming matrOns, MRS. QUEEN
X. RANSOM, wife of our we'll
known MAJOR SAMUEL RAN
SOM. Other officers are: Worthy
Grand Patron, GEORGE ADAMS;
Asst. Grand Patron, JAMES LIND;
Asst. Grand MatrOn, ELIZABETH
VAN HOOK; Grand COnd., ALICE
SHEPHERD; Asst. Grand COnd.,
EDNA JACKSON; Grand Sec,
MAYME K. mccoy; Grand Treas,
ADELIA ALLEN, and Grand
Lecturer, MRS. ELIZABETH
HALL. A few of the other we'll
known matrOns seen at the con-
ventiOn were: MRS. BLANCHE
MAYERS, MRS. DELSIE WHITE
and MRS. ESTELLE SIMS.
SPARKLE NEWS:
BERT T. DAVIS of Mpls., has
given JOSEPHINE SCHUCK also
of Mpls., a sparkling diamond en-
gagement ring. No definite date has
been set for the wedding. (Bert
says his heart belongs to Jose
phine but Uncle Sans got his eye
on his body.) Mrs. Clarence
Wright of st. Paul, announces the
engagement of her niece, MISS
Iona L. DAY of Mitchell, South
Dakota, to WILLIAM L. STRAD-
Err of Mpls. Mr.. Strader just re-
turned from visiting his mother in
st. Louis. No definite date has
been set for the wedding, but it
may be round the latter part of
Sept.
And in ending, here's little note
to you local gals, "YOu Better
Straighten Up And Fly Right"
cause the boys will be marching
home mighty soon.
Your Pal.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1944-11-02
JEAN ARTHUR AT
 CAPITOL TONIGHT
 IN GOOD COMEDY

~The Devil and Miss Jones" at the Capitol tonight only, with Jean Arthur, is a romantic farce comedy.
 Miss Arthur as Mary Jones be- comes another Kitty Foyle. Sam Wood, director of Kitty Foyle, di- rects, and Robert Cummings, as Joe OBrien, is the fast-talking boy friend. Charles Coburn, winner of the Academy Award in 1943 for his work in "The More the Merrier'' is the millionaire store owner who is the cause of all her troubles.
 Torn between the millionaire and the boy without a dime, Mary Jcnes is really in jam. How She solves the whole problem turns cut to be lot of fun and pro- yides plenty of laughs.
 On the same bill is a return en- gagement of the March of Time subject South American Front, and the latest newsreel covering the Reds occupation of Rumania and the final conquest Of Japan as mapped out at Quebec.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1944-11-02
''CONEY ISLAND"
 COMING TONIGHT
 AT 10TH CENTURY

The whole town is beaming with anticipatory delight and little wonderl "Coney Island" that won der Technicolor musical, is due to open tonight at the 20th Century
 Starring Betty Grable, George Montgomery and Cesar Romero, the picture is reputed to have every thingl Songs - dances-an enter taining and lively story, and top notch cast headed by Charles Win ninger and Phil Silvers.
 Whether you like your music hot or Producer William Perl- berg has included enough of each The new numbers, dreamed up es- pecially for Betty and "Coney Is land by those top tunesmiths, Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger, include Take It From There" Beautiful Coney Island and Miss Lulu From Louisville" According to preview reports, these numbers are fty-especially the last one, which Betty sings in blackface.
 To vie with these there are such nostalgia melodies as Put Your Arms Around Me Honey" When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" Tn My Harem" and "Cuddle Up Little Closer All of these are ensconced in appropriate production numbers, intricate dances and dazzling cos tumes-not forgetting, for minute the delectable presence of La Grable out in front most of the time!
The Daily Alaska empire., 1944-11-02
DEE TO CONVENTION

To attend the Salvation Army Convention in Petersburg, Capt Gwen Carruthers, Margaret Morris, Mrs. Margaret Morris, Mrs. M, Lesher, Mrs. E. Newbould and Capt, and Mrs. James Robertson left on the North Sea last night.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1944-11-02
OLDTIMERS OUT

MT. and Mrs. John Pastl left on the North Sea last night to make their home near Seattle. Pastl operated the New York Tavern for many years.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1944-11-02
FOSTER TO wRANGELL

Don c. Foster, General Super intendent of the Indian Office, left last evening on the North Sea for Wrangell. He expects to return here within a few days.
The Daily Alaska empire., 1944-11-02
NOTICE TO
SCOTTISH RITE MASONS

Degree work at Temple Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings at o'clock. Dinner at Temple, 6:3O D. m, Saturday for all Scottish Rite Masons. Visiting members of the Rite cordially invited
 Walter B. Heisel,
 Registrar
The Daily Alaska empire., 1944-11-02

The total farm mortgage debt in America last year was estimated at S6, ,750 100000
Evening star., 1944-02-18

| Army-haS been serst. Dintaman.
missing in action in New Britain
since January %.
All but the youngest child of Mr.
and Mrs. Charles E. Dintaman, who
livesat 1894 Third street NV, are
either in war work or the armed
forces.
Their missing son was their eldest
-Sergt. Charles D. Dintaman, g.
turret gunner on a BIS, one time
featherweight boxing champion in
Hawaii, artist and traveller. Because
he had travelled so much, been all
over the country, they feel con-
fident now that if he has been
forced down, he will find his way
back to base.
Their youngest son is Pvt. Gerald
o. Dintaman, who enlisted in the
Marine Corps when II and reached
the South Pacific seven months
ahead of his brother. Gerald was
with the Marines in the Empress
Augusta Bay campaign, is now
thought to be at Bougainville, New
Britain
Another son, Pvt. Arthur Dinta.
man is in the Army, stationed al
Evening star., 1944-02-18

Camp Shelby, Miss. Alfred w
Dintaman Is an instrument maker
at the Navy Yard and Mrs. Ger
trude S. Curtis, the older daughter
is an inspector in the Nays Belle
vue magazine. Marguerite Dinta-
man is a student at Langley Junior
High School.
Sergt. Dintaman, who attended
Eastern High School, was employed
in the banquet department OF the
Mayflower Hotel when he re-en-
listed in the Army in February
1912. He previously had served in
Evening star., 1944-02-18
Workers Get r. Flag
At Army Medical Center

A Minute Man at" Flag of the
Treasury Department was awarded
to civilian employees Of the Army
Medical Center yesterday afternoon
in the Red Cross building Of Walter
Reed Hospital.
Mai. Gen. Howard X. Loughry
chief of finance, presented the flag
which signifies that 80 per cent OF
more employees are investing at least
10 per cent of their pay in war
bonds through the voluntary pay
roll savings plan. The flag was
Evening star., 1944-02-18

the Army for two years and wal
stationed in Hawaii, where he was
the featherweight champion among
the troops in the islands In 1885;
and had won scholarship to two art
schools.
In one OF the last letters received
by his family, Sergt. Dintaman said
he had spent Christmas playing
Santa Claus to TOTO" and limited at
another mission on New Year Day
Evening star., 1944-02-18

received by Shelley U. Marietta,
commanding general OF the Army
Medical Center.
Charles j. Considine, chief Of
employe relations, accepted the
flag for civilian employees. Master
of ceremonies was Maj. Charles A.
McAllister, post adjutant. Prayers
Evening star., 1944-02-18

OtliCl WIFI UIle
Army. Both had
been in New
| Caledonia and
N e W Britain.
They even had
dates with the
same New Zea-
land girl. But
they never had
m e t W h / ! e
abroad.
Today their
family was in
formed that one
of the brothers
the one in the
Evening star., 1944-02-18
Toll Cedurs Slate Dance

Capitol Forest, No. 104, Tall Cedars
of Lebanon, will hold a dance, start
ing at 10 pm. tomorrow, at the
IOOF Hall, 419 Seventh street NV
Music will be furnished by Karl
Bergman and his orchestra.
Evening star., 1944-02-18
Brothers Abroad Almost Met:
|One Now Is Reported MISSING

They were brothers, two boys
from the District serving with the
armed forces in the South Pacific.
One was with the Marines, the
Evening star., 1944-02-18

were offered by 1t. Col. (Chaplain)
D. @. Stuart and First 1t. Chap
lain) Neil P. McManus. The Army
Band at the Medical Center pro-
vided music.
Evening star., 1944-03-05

base. She tried to ease the hunchback pain
of her shoulders. but only banged her head
on the flooring above. She reached up to rub
the spot, then frowned with an idea. Cap
tain, it will be impossible to open the door, :"
she said. Gould hole be cut in the floor 90
l could 60 up inside?"
I'VE have nothing to cut steel. girl = you
must kick off the ice and jump"
When Natalia was quiet, Gregor called
again: "And you must make ready to DO it
soon. We are only five minutes from the base"
Natalia peered down at the snowdrifts of
her beloved steppes. Perhaps the snow would
be so soft that the turret would not smash
No, that was silly, girlish idea. But her
Captain was expecting an answer. Now she
must tell him: Captain Gregor, would like
you to say good-by to my mother and my
little brother for me- The rest of my family
have been killed. But am glad have killed
some of them myself today"
stop that foolishness." cried Gregor
angrily. Here's the field. l order you to
jump - nOw!"
II cannot, Captain. Even if could break
open my door. have no parachute. We took
off before could 60 to the depot for one"
The bomber seemed to drop in the sky. as if
Gregor had leaned suddenly forward against
the wheel. He almost screamed in rage:
you - you - woman. you'll"
Boris turned a taut face toward the Cap
tain: "Gregor, for PHYS sake. take it easy.
The poor kids scared enough. No parachute
and she came along. That's CUTS.
The Captain twisted in his seat. His teeth
were clenched. There was moment of tense
quiet.
"All right, now, everybody lister" he said
Evening star., 1944-03-05

while cake got baked - but she made no
answer, for now Cregor was reporting that
they were nearing the target.
Boris let the bombs fall on the Nazi air
field, and Gregor banked sharply. Before
Natalia saw the bombs strike, three FW's
drilled down from a cloud bank above and
poured dotted lines through the sky at the
bomber. In the steep bank, Natalia was on
the side of the plane, no longer beneath. and
she could see them clearly. Mikhail got first
try, and he sieved two of them as they flashed
past The one he missed went roaring on
down, and exploded into whirlwind of
wreckage as the girl gunner ripped it apart
with double burst.
Mikhail whistled into his phone. Maybe
you can't bake cake, but you just cooked
beautiful gooee-stepper, kid" he shouted.
To Natalia, it was like warming fire.
Il will order vodka for you to make
pudding tonight" broke in Captain Gregor.
But now you two keep quiet. Close the
mouth and open the eyes, We are going to
take the straight route home. not around
our own lines Watch for anything"
Ice was thicker on the escape door. Frigid
air still blasted through the punctured turret.
Icicles drew tight the skin on Natalia's cheeks.
But somehow the cold was not 50 bad now.
NREGoR had not given the real reason for
quieting his crew. He wanted to concentrate
on thinking of his landing when he reached
home His landing gear was shot away. 1t
would have to be belly-landing That would
smash the gun-blister and anything in it.
He could order the girl to bail out over the
field, but there was risk in that, and this was
the girls first mission. 1t might affect her
nerve Then he remembered this new model
had an interior door from the ball turret.
Boris. he said, go back and help the belly
gunner up through the inside hatch Tell her
to make herself fast We are landing without
wheels"
Minutes went by. Then Boris pushed back
into the cockpit. His face was white.
Captain Gregor, shell burned through
the fuselage above the blister. The floor hatch
is jammed tight, as if it was welded. 1t will
take torch to cut it open.
Evening star., 1944-03-05

his ship toward the ground. >.
Over in the control tower, which had radi-
oed the usual landing instructions on wind
and the runway to be used, half dozen
pilots watched Suddenly one of them shout
ed:
"Zykov is coming in too fast; he'll over
shoot the field. Is the guy crazy?"
At 200 feet, the incoming bomber dropped
its left wing straight toward the ground. but
its speed was 50 great that it did not fall off
into STALL Instead, the barrel roll continued
until the bomber was over on its back, and
still coming down.
What kind of fool stunt is that?" growled
the Colonel Hes too low for inverted flying.
With all his controls reversed, the least mis-
take will crack him up. Igor, get on the mike
and send him back up!'
Bur Igor's hurried words went unheeded.
if not unheard. Gregor was already halfway
across the field. He was flying over an un-
plowed stretch of fve-foot snow, not along
the plowed-out line of the runway. And now
it was obvious to those watching that Gregor
was going to make belly-landing = but
not on the belly of his bomber. He was going
to land on his back!
When the rooftop of the fuselage lightly
touched the snowdrifts sending up spray
of snow Gregor cut both engines, and the
plane drove her nose deep into the snow,
cutting wide furrow for hundreds of feet.
Her low-wing design saved the wings from
scraping off, and they rode the crest of the
drifts.
"Tail-gunner?" Gregor intetcomed when
the plane halted.
Here, SIR called Mikhail,
with trace of stutter.
~. Belly gunner"
-. Here, sir. gasped Natalia.
;:tse "All right" said the Cap
d @ tain. Nov. before all those
sss~ generals get here and keep me
busy explaining. l want to
tell you something, As long as
you live - as long as you're
able to breathe - as long as
you're able to shoot gun or
sit in turret, you little ninny,
you'll never fly with me
again -"
Eyes. Captain. I'm sorry
made 50 much trouble" she
said.
Don't interrupt. I mean
you'll never fly with me again
without parachute. Wecan't
60 doing this every trip, you
know"
''Oh, yes, Captain - and
thank you, SIR"
LIKE the rest of them in the
bomber, Natalia was cold and
sa stiff, she was bruised after
q the tossing around of the
landing, and she was misera-
bly, uncomfortable in her
upside down position, hang
ing by her seat belt = but
she'd never felt nicer in her
life. Then through her ear
Evening star., 1944-03-05

into his microphone. Tighten up your belts,
put cushions or something over your heads,
grab something and hold on hard - and you'd
better start hoping hard, too!'
He showed the wheel deep forward, and the
bomber went into sharp glide. With his CO.
Evening star., 1944-03-05

like chalk from her school blackboard. All
right, if it had to be. If only there were no
need to live through those minutes or hours
beforehand - if only she could die shooting.
die fighting! She had no idea where they were,
nor how long it would take to get back to the
Evening star., 1944-03-05

she could no longer turn it to see the under
part of the plane. Her own breath had frosted
her eyelids, and thin ice coated her cheeks.
Her fingers inside their heavy wool gloves
were stiff with cold She was in transparent
icebox; for as the bomber ascended through
the overcast, it had picked up coating of
ice. Natalia wondered if it had frozen tight
the outer escape hatch.
FERHAPs it was something that should be
reported on this test fight, even if the fight
was also combat mission. Should she call
Captain Gregor on the interoom and tell him?
No. Worse than death she feared the ridicule
of the men. And the Red Army had tough
ened her. She would say nothing. Doggedly
she twisted one way, then the other, then
back. around again, watching. watching
She longed to try her heavy-caliber dual
guns on something more than the test for
jamming in the early minutes of the fight,
when she had marveled as the jets of explosive
steel and lead poured out like thick gauge
wires. No hurry. she reminded herself. Gregor
had told her she would be warned when they
approached the enemy area, or if enemy
planes were sighted before that.
But now she could see something. and
Gregor had not spoken. Captain, plane,
far below, on the forward quarter" she said.
"Co-pilot will take him with wing guns
Hold fire." snapped Gregor.
There was small consolation in thinking
that the order would keep Mikhail and his
tail gun quiet also; that the order was not
given solely for her, solely because she was
woman, misfit in the crew of men. She
rubbed the frozen mist from her eyes, elenched
the double guns and trained them forward,
downward, a little to the right. As Gregor
nosed his fast bomber down toward the black
speck moving family against the cloud top.
Natalia guided her guns. The speck grew.
Now it was climbing fast. 1t had seen them
Gregor lifted his plane into climb
"Belly-gun. take it with heavy fire; wing
guns too light" he commanded.
With his last word, their bomber shuddered
Natalia felt drill of icy air drive into her
face A shell fragment had pierced her gun
blister Through watering eyes she could see
their landing gear; it was torn out of the re-
tractable enclosure, smashed. She moved her
guns, squeezed for a count of three The
Messerschmitt evaporated, but tiny particles
fell in a shower, disappeared in the clouds.
May he enjoy der Fuehrer's heaven"
grunted Cregor. Then louder. into his micro
phone: "Belly-gunner okay?"
Eyes, Captain"
Damage report?"
Landing gear smashed, part dangling"
"Cut it off; don't waste ammunition"
NArAlIA remembered that the gas tanks
were in the wings. One big tank was two
inches above the torn and twisted strut and
wheel that leaned toward her in the rush OF
air. She slipped off the automatic feed. set
gun for single-shot operation. She hesitated.
Her gun was low. The gear was above. A
hairbreadth away from the line OF fire was the
wing tank. The slightest slip would set the
Evening star., 1944-03-05

the next words came over - tonight have
the chef bake our charming new gunner a
cake.'
He chuckled:
Tell him to make an angel cake, Borisr'
The End
Evening star., 1944-03-05

take a torch to cut 1t open.
We have no tool that will
move it. If we try to chisel
a fresh cut in the floor.
we'll run into a solid bunch
of fuel lines, wires and
control cables.
The Captain seemed to
grow calmer than before.
He called Natalia. I'VE
will come over the field
high high enough so you
will have plenty of time.
Take hold of the ripcord,
now. When / give the or
der, open your escape
door. You will fall out.
Count three, then pull the
cord. Understand that?"
Captain, there is ice
two inches thick over the
turret," replied Natalia.
THE door won't OPEN"
"You must open it or
die when we crash land"
Natalia felt the chill
again, and this time it was
aueeping paralysis. When
the plane landed, the tur-
ret would be rubbed off
like chalk from her scho'
Evening star., 1944-03-05


wheel that leaned toward her in the rush of
air. She slipped off the automatic feed. set
gun for single-shot operation. She hesitated.
Her gun was low. The gear was above A
hairbreadth away from the line of fire was the
wing tank The slightest slip would set the
plane afre. Should she ask the Captain it
"Cut it off, say. Cut it off before it swings
into prop!'' The Captains voice was sharp.
The moment the girl fired, the bomber,
which had been acting roughly, slid into
smooth air The gear had vanished. Natalla
could feel her hands wet inside her gloves.
She wondered why they did not freeze stiff
Can you bake cake?" came into Natalia's
earphones from Mikhail.
Natalia gulped silently. The gunners voice
had sounded friendly. She thought OF saying
she would like to climb into an oven and wait