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Show J THE BULLETIN, BINGHAM CANYON. UTAH i J GOW is MY coi. Robert l. scott ei m 10 youn Bob--iV- ot canvas Irom th. tnt in Ml- - w Boiler.' H.puU. o ved hi. probably H ' DulIdln, ,cal" 'JllniaBoy Scout avia- - so action ,a,e be ft J75 He plan, A-- meeU 2 Be toe. to Ft Mc ilU. regular army C. month' later ha be--I I Ibe Fourth Corps 3 prep .cbooL (1APTEB II .iTmonths of study M were some eight ldiers trying in com-- ,bout fourteen vacan--k would have it that were cut to fourteen West Point , .gain way off. I got down then; I would shut my nd almost memo; . .Mail every old in?lant the Psor stood up and said he would wait five sec-on- for me to begin the recitation correctly I tried again ordered and was to sit down. fr.h"01 reCeived drPPed section to the last Furthermore, I found immediately that in this last section the sub-jec- for monographs were not by the cadet, but were as. signed. The new instructor gave me the battle of Sandepu-so- me engagement in an insig-niflca- war. I looked for days in the library for data on the battle, and finally found about one para-grap- h devoted to it in the Encyclo-paedi- a Britannica. It was Sandepu Haikoutai, or Yen Kai-Wa- fought during the Russo-Japanes- e War of 1904-0- A person with my imagination and initiative, I reasoned, would simply waste his talents on such a small battle. I therefore decided to cre-ate a fictitious battle. This extra work mattered not, for I had noth-ing but time, having been placed in confinement for getting the zero in ing the explanation I gathered that someone who lived there in the town spoke English. This of course was Pleasant news, for I was, after all, a lonely tourist In a very foreign land. They now sent a small boy to bring back this connecting link between us. 1 waited and waited, while they all pointed and Jabbered about me. Finally the steak came, and got cold while my mouth wa-tered, but I felt I had to wait and ask the American If he would eat with me. At last there was a com-motion at the entrance, and I turned anxiously to see my American friend. Through the door waddled a dark, dirty little man evidently a former fruit-vend- in New York. He saw me, stopped his Croatian talk, threw out his arms, and cried, "Son of a beetch! Son of a beetch!" To my discomfiture, that was the only Eng-lish he seemed to know. But I halved my steak with him and pat-ted him on the back as he tried to talk, and In the end I guess his com-patriots really thought their friend spoke American anyway. I could hear them calling me Americanski. I continued on, keeping clear of the tourist routes, and finally, after a forty-five-da- y trip from Cherbourg. I rode into Constantinople. Here I came close to getting in a real Jam. Back through my life I had concen-trated on scouting, archery, and fl-yinganything but girls. I could re-member crossing the street to keep from having to talk to them. But that real bashfulness was far behind me. Now I had about gone to the other extreme; I had found dates in Paris, Venice, and other cities, and had had a fine time. Before reaching Turkey, I had been warned by the head of the American Express in Sofia that I should be very careful in Istanbul and should confine myself to the Americanized Turks in and around the Pera part of the city. They told me above all to stay clear of Ga- -' lata the old Greek and Turkish sec-tion. As luck ruled, however, my first acquaintance was from Galata, and that night I headed for the city of the veiled women. Well, even with right ideas the men in that quarter had the wrong idea. I saw the danger just in time, and even then I had to jump through a window glass and all into an alley. I can hear the yells even these years afterwards as I ran through Galata back to Pera for my motorcycle. Stopping at the ho-tel just long enough to check out, I was off in more dust for Scutari and nistory. I worked out an elaborate plan for the battle and introduced the subject in a manner that I knew would attract attention to even a last-sectio- n monograph. I dedicated the work of art to the officer in charge of Field Artillery, Lieut. Pete Nuby a contraband nickname of a very tough officer. I Illustrated the monograph with pictures of New York street cleaners and wrote un-der them that they were Japanese soldiers waiting to go over the top at the River Ho in 1905. Lastly I tied the book in red ribbon at least six inches wide, completed with a aamlnation as far back It itudy bore fruit I BP of the class and in dreaded examina-- an iome weeks after the petition for entrance rArmy. I was walk-y- j, I was called from ir One, around the I had Just heard the 3, "Number One two Kid had replied, "Turn it General had sent for itood before him my ii though it would beat iiny blouse. He smiled have won in the West ttitive examination and afl you you're starting jime road I started out ae ago. It's the gTeat-- i the world but learn a sense too. I'm aend-tfoug- h until you report the Military Academy. Sons." im never so sweet. I inches in the chest that July of 1928, I walked sally port with my suit-ti- m the routine that is inearly everyone. I had r strict discipline of West tie difficulty of . studies ndicapped by a Southern jyear of hard work had V... T 'f ide uuui3 again, uui. a a! after the work I had Mt certainly would not out or "found," as we det slang. I remember ambition for me. He proud of my appoint-ise- d to wonder why I about number one in During my Plebe year, sasy because I had just id the first year's work school, he used to write that while it wasn't too lo be number fifty in a er three hundred, he why I didn't study a id get up into the first I as the first year went into the more difficult nt lower and lower in a raidled finally to some nd sixty. During the fhen I was very far would write: stay there, Son, just the planes flying over would, I could concen-in- g but the Air Corps. Tote an essay on st got me kicked '. in Military History rite a monograph on ployed in one of the o' the world. I had history and had st section of that each stu-secti-commensurate festic standing.) My a' group permitted me attle. I had had a at Bull Run, and fected the first Battle ls usual, many a slip. 'We to write the story "ed to travel to the P'ay Stanford In foot-bac- k under the cha- - 1 did not bother to !. believing that even not expect a stu-w'th- in one hour of m California. But I "t the rigidity of the r train arrived across Garrison at 6:55, and 10 History at 7:55. I !y assigned to recite )f Vabny. I did not 11 was in, and there-"- g concerning it. To e' a zero, however, and in fact could ary action. I there-'th- e ' time-wor- n West evasion known as blackboard with an ce. I stood at atten-- r in hand and be-auty for today is to of Valmy. Napo-fte- r this engagement ' f an army must 1 for battle . . General Henry n. Arnold, chief of the United States Army Air Forces, to whom this story is dedicated. bow larger than the monograph. I doomed myself in the last' para-graph by saying that I had dreamed I had observed the battle, but had been awakened by reveille, which, as Napoleon declared at the battle of Maloyaroslavetz, is a hideous noise in the middle of the night. All of which went to prove, I contended, that history could be made in sleep, and it therefore did not require an "engineer" to be a historian. For the story of Sandepu, I imag-ined that I went down to a Southern city to inspect the Army's first air-craft. This was a free balloon the latest invention of 1905. Becoming weary, I went to sleep in the basket of the balloon. But a storm must have torn the craft from its moor-ings, for when I looked down I was being blown to the East across the Atlantic. For days we drifted over ocean and continents, until, coming close to the hilly ground, I used the first air-brak- ever known. They were composed of one mile of gov-ernment red-tap- e and the anchor worn by the captain of the "goat" team of 1004. (This was readily by the professors, for the traditional football game of the year between the first thir-ty is one played men in the Second Class, called the "engineers." and the last thirty men, known as the "goats." I was of course in the last thirty; I had been Goat Captain, and had worn the anchor sewn on my football jersey.) These improvised airbrakes worked, and the anchor caught on a hill which I identified from maps as the hill of Chan-ta- n Honan-t- he the-at-of the Russo-Japanes- e War. From this vantage point, swinging in the balloon, I watched the two armies in battle. Merely rank I admit, but even then I was completely for submitting a I was reported facetious monograph in military art reflections on the and for casting Engineering Department. In the summer of 1932, after being graduated and commissioned a sec-on- d Lieutenant of Infantry, I went to Europe. In Cherbourg. France motorcycle and set out to I bought a Constantinople. The ride to Soyer took me down through into Switzer-land Paris, then Southeast and over the Simplon Pass to some time in Venice; Uly I spent through the dust into then I went up Jugoslavia. I had ridden some foi'r hundred miles into the town of Novo Tired and dirty from the Mesto. heavy dust of the roads, I went to East in Asia to Ankara. So raising the veil of a Moslem female shortened my stay in Con-stantinople. Even in my return to the West from Ankara, I found a way to dodge the city on the Helles-pont by getting a Black Sea steam-er and crossing North of Istanbul to land at Varna in Bulgaria. From here I crossed the Danube at Rust-chu- k and went to Bucharest. My spirits had risen a little after missing the Turkish knives in Ga-lata, but here I found a cablegram awaiting me. Te Comptroller Gen-eral had ruled that the Economy Act of June, 1932. affected all off-icers on leave. He had decided that I, like many others, was on leave without pay. My orders were to report to the nearest American Em-bassy for duty; I remember that they were signed by McColl. I sent my champagne back and ordered beer, for the money for this trip, had been borrowed against my three months' leave pay. Here I was, thousands of miles from home and Randolph Field, where my flying training would start. If I reported to some ground officer in Europe, I would probably never get to fly. Anyway, just to make sure, I hopped on my motorcycle that night and headed for Texas by way of Budapest Linz Bingen-on-the- - Rmneand Paris- 1 sold motor-cycle in Cherbourg and boarded the Bremen for a quick trip home. I had used pay that I was expecting to get during leave, and I'd be pay-ing the bank for a long time. But I resolved right then and there that I would pay that money back from the Air Corps at Randolph Field and not from some desk in an Embassy. And so I came at last to the Air Corps Training Center at Randolph Field, Texas. It's hard to describe my feelings as I walked into the North gate of that field and down the nearly mile-lon- g road to the Bachelor Officers Building, where I was to report. It seemed that all my life I had wait-ed for this moment. Now at last the great day was at hand when I would begin my government flying training. There above me against the blue Texas sky I could see the roaring airplanes in their Army col-ors As my feet carried me into the field I could hear the rhythm of the steps seeming to say in cadence, "This is it! This is what I've waited for all the days of my life!" In October, 1932, I was assigned to Lieut. Ted Landon for primary flying training. I imagine this was about as momentous for him as it was for me for after all I must have been quite a prob-le- m with all I thought I knew about flying and the eagerness with which I approached military aviation. (TO BE CONTINUED) CNUFFY Stirnweiss. the bounding Yankee second baseman, rates double ranking as combination baseball and football star. Snuffy at North Carolina university was the tar heel ace from the Bronx, one of the best backs that ever ealloped and threw passes for Carolina glory. Now he has proved to be one of the best roung ball players that Joe McCarthy ever handled, espe-cially on offense where he is a run- - way cheetah around the bases and better than .300 at the plate. The Stirnweiss GrantIand Rlce claim to double fame brought up an old argument recently that began with this ques-tion "Who was the best combination football and baseball player In the history of the big leagues?" There are more than a few who belong in this contest. First of all, there was Christy Mathewson, Buck-nell'- s star back and the Giants' greatest right-hande- r. A trifle later on we had Big Orvie Overall of Cali-fornia and the Cubs. Eddie Collins was a fine Columbia quarterback be-fore he became one of the top second basemen of all time. Certainly no one could rake up a list along these lines and leave off Frank Frisch, the d Ford-ha- m flash and one of the best ball players of his or any other time. We :an offer you another in the person of Spud Chandler, Georgia's star kick-ing and running back and the Yan-kees' 1943 ace. Lou Gehrig was another Columbia football star, whose fine gridiron rec-ord was overshadowed by his base-ball fame. And no one can overlook Mickey Cochrane, a triple-thre-performer of high merit at Boston university and one of the three best catchers I've ever seen. Cochrane was calibre in every way. And there was Jim Thorpe, only a fair big leaguer, but football's fin-est back, and Ernie Nevers of Stan-ford and the Browns who was as good a back as any coach could ask for. The Hot Parade There must have been a few oth-ers, but even this collection shows the hot parade Stirnweiss has joined Mnthpwsnn Ovprall Pnllina Frisch, Chandler, Cochrane, Gehrig, Thorpe and Nevers. But the main question still re-mains unsettled "If 100 point3 were awarded for baseball skill and the same for football ability, who would finish on top?" Mathewson, Gehrig, ' Cochrane, Frisch and Chandler head the base-ball list. Thorpe and Nevers were the two leading football players from the group. In the combined rank-ing we find Frisch, Chandler, Stirn-weiss, Cochrane and Overall well up the ladder. My guess is that for combined ability in both games Frisch wouldn't be too far away from the main gate. Eut he would be well pressed by Overall, Chandler and Cochrane who were also high up in both branches of the football-baseba- ll tree. Nelsons Swing Byron Nelson, the Texas whiz, has already cracked all past money and bond-winnin- g records for competi-tive golf. Before the year is out he is sure to pass the $50,000 mark, which is a Mt. Everest altitude in the ancient and honorable pastime of pasting the pill. Slightly changing an old query "Upon what swing doth this, our Nelson bank, that he has become so great?" In pursuit of this information we called upon Al Ciuci, pro at the Fresh Meadow Country Club, and one of the best instructors and smartest observers of them all. He knows most of the answers. Here is Al's angle on Nelson "In my opinion the success of By-ron Nelson is due to his sound gob swing. Just what does this mean? It means for a starter that he has firm, uncocked hands and wrists at the top of his backswing. This gives him a closed face. He has a solid strong right leg bearing his weight, and what is more important a re-stricted pivot on his backswing. "His head is at all times back of the ball, which accounts for his body being back of the sphere until the hit and his hands move on to com-plete a smooth follow through. With this type of swing he can rarely push the ball off line. If any error occurs, he will hook. Like Douglas Edgar "Nelson's backswing reminds me of Douglas Edgar, whom you remem-ber well. In my opinion Edgar was the finest iron player of all time. He was a great instructor as well as a fine player and he started a system of club swinging that came along to Nelson many years later on. "Don't forget also that Nelson is a Jetermined competitor who is usual-ly able to concentrate fully all the way through a tournament This is just as important as a correct iwine." 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