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Show AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN Imperial Hopes May Linger But Where Will Nazis Flee? Spirit May Be Nurtured in Foreign Haven to Break Forth Again; Few Countries Willing to Offer Foe Refuge. By BAUKIIAGE Nni'i Analyil end Commentator. WNV Service, Union Trust Building, Washington, D. C. Returning to the capital after week In the wilds while Hitler's mad dream of empire was melting, It Is hard to adjust the ear, caressed by the whisper of mountain brooks and sighs of the wind in the pines, to the staccato click of the news ticker. Nature's sounds are organ-sounds, rising, falling, not sharp and metalliceven metal-liceven the crack of the lightning merges Into Its obligato of thunder. Today as I pulled the first sheet of text from the teletype with its continuously con-tinuously exciting recital of the end of an epoch It occurred to me that epochs, like the manifestations of nature, have no sudden ends, they -may seem to disappear like river which plunges under ground. But they are bound to appear again. Today we have evidence that the two forces which have sprung from two opposing elements In Germany, s I reported In an earlier column, re attempting like the lost rivers to seek course below the surface. The Prussian military caste, purged as it has been and soon doubtless to be stripped of Its one source of Income, the great estates of East and West Prussia, will surely try to continue Its existence in refugee colonies. This is not a new phenomenon. phe-nomenon. The followers of dethroned de-throned kings have done this in the past Where and how will this group seek to keep alive the will to achieve such m goalT Time is not the essence of what they believe to be their contract with destiny. They can wait generations, centuries. All they need is space, space in which, undisturbed, un-disturbed, they can propagate their kind and their faith. And as the thinned ranks of German Ger-man Junkerdom (only a tiny percentage per-centage of the German people) desperately des-perately plan their future an even more desperate group, at the other end of the social spectrum, plans their. The Nazis have demonstrated demon-strated that It was not Germany as a nation or Germans as a people In whom they were interested, but both as a means to the creation of a great, brutal, sweeping movement-followers movement-followers of an Idol and an ideology. The fanatical Nazi spirit will try to hide and live and rise again. Where, In all the world, can these two movements find asylum? Not in .Germany's neighbor states where hatreds have been sown which will take a century to cure. It is highly probable that the republican elements ele-ments in Spain will gain the ascendancy ascend-ancy and give short shrift to the former friends of Franco. Sweden surely, having maintained neutrality neu-trality in this war, is too wise to harbor either group. Turkey perhaps. per-haps. Where else might a German go and face least resentment?. It is natural to answer with the name of the nation which was least willing to Join in a solid anti-Axis combine Argentina. Foreign Spiriti Crow In Latin Instability "It is a mystery to me," said a man who has spent many years in Latin America, "how Vargas (president of Brazil) or anyone else could keep the elements in the south satisfied as long as he has." "Of course it has been done," he went on, "the nation has been held together by a dictatorship and because be-cause the money has been pouring In from the United States. "When it is the ambition of most Brazilians to 'get a government job, and 60 per cent at a time manage to do it, it's natural you have to change governments pretty often to give the other 40 per cent a chance." Of course this cynical comment must be taken with a grain of salt. But there is some truth In the allegation. One of the things which kept the Third Republic of France together as long as It was, was the method of giving out government jobs which worked for stability and continuity. The person who had the right to sell a certain nmount of tobacco was not permitted to use a shop or restaurant which he himself ran, In which to sell it. So he had to give a cut to the cafe-owner where the goods were sold. The cafe-owner could not employ any one of his BRIEFS A national campaign is underway under-way to get employed high school students to go back to school. There were 4,756 convictions for violation 01 the selective- aarvico act in the fiscal year ending June 10, 1944. There have been a total of 10,672 such convictions since the draft law went Into effect in October,, Octo-ber,, 1940., it own family to handle the sales there were other complicated regulations regu-lations the result of which was that three or four families were benefitting benefit-ting by the single government license. li-cense. Of course It Is not the quality of instability of Latin-American gov-ernments gov-ernments In itself which disrupts our statesmen, but the fact that such instability makes foreign influence easier to achieve. We know what a foothold Germany had obtained in South America, and maps have been discovered showing the territory Hitler expected to control which placed all of South America up to and into southern Brazil under German Ger-man domination. The power of Argentinian influence in-fluence on the other South American countries was strikingly revealed in the recent move which caused the resignation of Foreign Minister Aranha of Brazil as a protest against his pro-United States policy. Enemy Broadcaster Without a Country The time grows shorter until Lord Hawhaw, Mr. Kaltenbach. Mr. Best. Miss Drexel, et al, take their places at the microphones of the Berlin radio to spread their futile propaganda over the ether tor the last time. Here are three reminiscences: When I was broadcasting from Berlin for the NBC at the beginning of the war in 1939, there was only one of the staff of the German broadcasting station there who was provocatively Nazi. He was a tall, handsome blond, much given to riding rid-ing boots and golf clubs. He had studied in England and his English seemed perfect to me. He was an announcer who read the news beamed on England. Then came the British declaration of war against Germany. There was naturally considerable excitement in the studio. It was not until I was going home that I missed my blond friend. No one seemed to know where he was. Then I heard the story. It seemed that when war was declared all enemy aliens were Interned. The Gestapo, much to the surprise of his colleagues, picked up my blond anglophobe, explaining they had known all along that he was a British Brit-ish agent. Later he was brought back and forced to continue reading news bulletins bul-letins in English. Number two in my gallery 1 never saw ,he is the man Best who mouths Nazi platitudes in a southern south-ern accent. But I understand the accent ac-cent is all that is left of the man-he man-he is or was an American newspaperman newspa-perman who got into one of those European social Impasses. A woman, wom-an, of course, and an older and more determined one. He finally found his escape in drugs. That was an easy case for the Nazis. Now we come to exhibit number three: Constance Drexel. That name will be remembered by magazine and newspaper readers read-ers of some two decades ago. It is a pseudonym chosen because, I imagine, "her real one would not have sounded as pleasant in Philadelphia Phila-delphia where she worked on a newspaper. She had interviewed the Queen of Spain and other notables in her day (that dates her), but had started going go-ing to seed when she called on me hoping for an assignment from the syndicate for which I worked in the middle '20s. She still had some of her youthful good looks and knew how to make the most of them. The next time I ran across net was in the Potsdammer station in Berlin, shortly after the war started. I was returning from Switzerland and my office had told me Con-stance Con-stance Drexel would appear on one of my periods and I was to edit her script. She showed it to me as we rode to my hotel. I read it. It was innocuous. She looked no younger but better fed. Said she was in Europe doing some syndicate articles. She made a broadcast which I did not hear and I never saw her again never heard of her until I had returned to America, and caught a broadcast of hers over the shortwave from Berlin Ber-lin extolling the virtues of Nazidom. Nazi-dom. by Baukhage The army buys enough baseball equipment every year to outfit 50.000 baseball teams and 100,000 softball teams; the navy enough for more than 11.000 baseball teams and 22.-000 22.-000 softball ttamt, Christmas mail month for all service personnel overseas will be the SO-day period bit ween September Septem-ber 15 and October 13. (S , The ttory thus far: Robert Scott, a flf-made West Point traduate, wins bli wlnn at Krlly add, Texas, and marries a Ctrl from Georgia. From Mltehel Field, N. V., be Is lent to Panama where bis real pursuit training Is brg-an In a P-1Z5. He ii ctven a Job eonstructlns flylnf fields which would some day protect the Canal. He begins to train other pilots. The war Is cettinf closer sod be Ii unhappy un-happy because he realizes be Is (etllns farther and farther from actual combat duty. As director of training In a twin-engine twin-engine school In California he writes to General after General asklm for a chance to fluht. When that chance comet he realizes that his wife and child meant America for him. CIl AFTER VI Doug was an ideal flying officer, and it was to him that I first turned for advice on how I should make myself acquainted with this big airplane. air-plane. Doug had learned to fly at the period when I had been instructing. instruct-ing. I had taught his class to fly; now the tables were turned and he would have to be the instructor for a while. Don't forget that as yet I hadn't flown a B-17E. Introducing myself to my co-pilot, I said, "How about showing me how to fly this ship I want to see how to work these turbos and such." He merely grinned at me in disbelief. "Aw, Colonel," he said, "you can fly the thing why, you taught me to fly." I finally got him to give me some cockpit instruction by explaining explain-ing that though I had many thousand thou-sand hours in PT's, BT's, and other trainers, and knew lots about single-seaters single-seaters and fast twin-engine medium medi-um bombers, I knew nothing about such planes as this big devil. He showed me the approved method meth-od of starting the four engines, when to use the booster switches, how to set the turbos, how to lock the tail wheel and generally how to pick up that fifty-seven thousand pounds of flying dynamite and take it around the field. I flew it for two landings that afternoon, and that night I climbed all over the Fortress, read the entire maintenance manual, and learned from scratch what made the big ship go. Next day I soloed it for over four hours, and after the twentieth landing I felt as if I was ready to start for war. Then we tested everything fired all guns at targets in the everglades, and the cordite from all those roaring roar-ing fifty calibres gave even the swampy "glades" a sweet aroma. My gunners were eager to be on the way, and I soon found that they knew exactly what they were doing. Private Motley was my tail gunner. gun-ner. During the entire trip I think he stayed in the tail ninety per cent .of the time, just to 'get used to the way to handle the tail turret. I used to say of Motley that he just didn't care where he was going he wanted want-ed to see where he had been. Sergeant Aaltonen, the engineer, was charged with keeping the engines en-gines functioning properly, and in general the entire enlisted personnel was under him. He was a diligent Finn and one of the bravest men I have ever seen. ' I can see Aaltonen Aalto-nen now, standing there behind my seat and the co-pilot's seat, unperturbed unper-turbed in the roughest of storms, from the violent currents of the equatorial front of the Hamadans to the Shimals of Africa and Arabia. Ara-bia. Eternally watching the many instruments, waiting to correct the slightest trouble even before it happened. hap-pened. When we were lost over trackless seas he was never ruffled, but ready at all times with information informa-tion as to fuel consumption and the best RPM's for cruising. Once when he was told that we would probably have to land in the Atlantic there was no change in the expression on his face; he simply began to move the provisions to a point where they could be quickly placed in the rubber rub-ber boats. His job in case of attack was to man the top turret with its twin Fifties. Sergeant Baldbridge was the head radioman. His secondary duty was to handle one of the waist guns back aft of midships. Corporal Cobb was second radioman; he would leave that to enter the lowor turret. The other waist gun on this flight was to be handled by a radio officer. Lieutenant Hershey. The navigator was a Lieutenant whom I'll call Jack. He was a nervy kid who liked his job I know that after our mission he made many raids as navigator to bomb the Japs in Rangoon. We tested the bombardier and the bombsight, too, before we started Ihe flight. Lean, lanky, six-foot-three Bombardier George I never did see how he managed to wiggle ,into the nose of the Fortress. I can see him there now, tense over his sight, waiting for the bombs to go ever with the cross-hairs on the target. George had a couple of fifty calibre guns up there in the nose with him. too. He was just the p-posite p-posite of the tail gunner he never did know where he had been but always got there first. -And so -the -eight -of hem-made up my crew eight good soldier's who had volunteered and who want-' ed to hurt the enemy. None of them worried about whether or not he'd get home for he knew of bigger big-ger things that had to be done. We had to lest everything, for it was over sixteen thousand miles to Japan the way we were having to go; there couldn't be a slip-up on this mission, and so we didn't take a chance. When finally all was set ovists E MY CO-PELOT Col. Robert L.Scott I was about nervous enough to bit my nails oft, for my ship was to be last to leave the States. I had worried every minute of the time we had been waiting for fear that some brass hat would get my orders changed before I could get on my way. The other twelve ships had gone, with Colonel Haynes leading In his B-24. They all made their way to the East separately, with instructions to meet in Karachi, India, In-dia, for final orders. And Karachi was 12.000 miles away. As soon as we could leave the West coast of Florida, we loaded up and crossed the Slate. Going on East over West Palm Beach, I rang the alarm bell, putting all men on the alert, and we dropped down, with the crew firing at the white-caps white-caps out over the Gulf Stream. The guns were working fine but we couldn't take a chance. I had to learn right now whether the crew could work as a team, for once we started it would be too late. As we came back towards the last field we were to land on in the U. S. A., something strange met my sight, something that made the blood pound a little harder in my temples. There, along the entire beach of Florida, was a jagged black line the clean sand of Florida's Flor-ida's beaches had been made black and terrible-looking by the oil from many tankers sunk by the Axis submarine sub-marine war. It gave me a queer feeling, for along the beaches there V Col. Scott's superior officers. Gen. Joseph Stllwell, left, and Gen. Claire Chennault. was also the beached wreckage of several ships. This war was meaning mean-ing more and more to us as we prepared pre-pared to shove off for the first stop out of America. Now we were poised for our flight to Puerto Rico. In our two-day wait for technical changes on the engines I worried more than ever, for the other twelve ships were gone and I was getting frantic lest something some-thing might change the orders. Finally, Fi-nally, after having to wait during days of perfect weather, we took off in heavy rain for Borinquen Field, P. R. The take-off and first two hours of the flight were "instrument," as we were flying through a moderate tropical front. We finally broke Into clearing weather over Long Island Key. British West Indies.' This was on March 31. 1942. Just after noon we sighted His-paniola His-paniola at the point of Cape Frances Viejo. Sergeant Aaltonen passed out some hot coffee from the thermos jugs. Our spirits were high, for now that we had passed the bad weather this was like a picnic. The big ship was handling like a single-seater. single-seater. We turned from the dark, mysterious Hispaniola, crossed Mo-na Mo-na Passage, and landed at Borinquen Borin-quen Field at 15:07, just three minutes min-utes off our E.T.A. (Estimated Time of Arrival). Two jf our flight's Fortresses were waiting in Puerto Rico for minor repairs, re-pairs, so we felt a little less lonesome. lone-some. Just in case the authorities in Washington decided to stop the last ship or the last two ships in our mission, I got my crew up long before daylight next morning, and we soon were heading South for Trinidad, ahead of the other two. A real niht take-off from Trinidadwe Trini-dadwe wore airborne in the darkness dark-ness at 5:20 a. m. As the wheels left the ground I realized very quickly quick-ly how great a load we were lifting. This was the first tfme we had taken tak-en off with full load of fuel, and it seemed to mc that I almost had to break my arms to keep the tail from going all the way back to the jungle for all practical purposes the Fortress tried a loop. (It must , have been that case of Scotch, add-' add-' ed suddenly to the other sixty thousand thou-sand pounds.) Finally we got the I ship rigged properly and climbed '. on top of the clouds, at eight thou-! thou-! sand feet. Later we had to go high-j high-j er to keep from going through the heavy ti trpitai - thunderhcadsr with- our overload, neither Doug nor I wanted to risk the turbulence that we knew was there. As the sun came up we could look down through holes at intervals and see the dark Atlantic near the Gui-anas. Gui-anas. Over Devil's Island at 9:20, I saw by our chart that we were only five degrees North of the equator. Coming Com-ing down lower to look at the French penal colony, we found that although . i -.Si wnu .release the temperature was comfortable on top of the haze at six thousand feet, down in the aoup near the water we had difficulty breathing. Passing Pass-ing on over another river identified as the Rio Oyapok, we went out over the Guianas into Brazil at 0:55 a. m. Cruising low at eight hundred feet, we got some unforgetable views of the steaming Brazilian jungle. jun-gle. Looking out to sea, we noticed that the blue color already was changing to the murklness of the Amazon, though we were about a hundred miles from its mouth. Flying Fly-ing low, I noted that the hump of Brazil near the coast was fiat and green and hot as hell temperature ninety-six and humidity about ninety-nine per cent at 10:55 a. m. We reached the mouth of the greatest river in the world at 11:35 E.W.T. Here the width of the Amazon is about one hundred and fifty miles. Boys will have their fun too, no matter if you are flying low over the greatest of rivers. As we crossed the equator old Zero Degrees Lat. at 11:56 a. m., at West Longitude 49 degrees 32 minutes I saw those of my crew who had been in the South latitudes before take paper cups of water and drop them on the heads of those who were uninitiated, unini-tiated, thus making them subjects of the sacred realm of Jupiter Rex as identified from the realm of Neptune Rex on the sea. We crossed the Amazon, Ama-zon, from just West of Point Grossa over Bahia Santa Rosa to Mixiana Island, Is-land, thence to Isla da Marajo. This last Island in the mouth of the river is one hundred miles wide and reputedly has more cattle on the single ranch than any other ranch In the world. Soon we came to Rio Para, crossed it In a thunderstorm, and were over Belem, where we landed In the blackness of a tropical rain at 12:40 E.W.T. On April 4. we left Belem for Natal Na-tal at 6:55 a. m., and climbed to ten thousand feet in order to top as much of the cumulus as possible. We had to skirt one gteat anvil-head reaching up into the sub-stratosphere near Bahia San Luiz. This storm covered about fifty miles, but we got around it without going into its turbulence. As we went on South of the equator the haze diminished di-minished gradually and the country became dry, making us think we were over western Texas. We landed land-ed at Natal, our jump-off point for the South Atlantic crossing, at 12:25 E.W.T. This was to be a real day's flight. For we were not to be able to spend the night at Natal. Our run from Belem to Natal of nine hundred miles, then the crossing of nineteen hundred miles to Liberia, plus the run down the hump of Africa to a Pan-American base on the Gold Coast this last almost nine hundred hun-dred miles had to be made without with-out stops, except short ones for fuel. For all practical purposes, then, we had thirty-seven hundred miles to make in one day. We got the big ship serviced and ready for the trip, then went to the Ferry Command Hotel. There we found two more crews of our thirteen thir-teen heavy bombers. One group of these had turned back the night before with one engine out. The other, piloted by Col. Gerry Mason, had nearly come to grief on the way in from Belem. The rubber life-rafts in the Forts are carried In two compartments where the wing of the B-17 joins the big fuselage. This is to facilitate their automatic release upon contact with the water wa-ter should the ship have to land at sea. They are of course tied to the airplane with strong manila rope, and it is on this hemp that the present tale hangs. In the flight down the coast some malfunction had caused one of these compartments compart-ments to spring open and out came the heavy, five-man boat. At the speed of two hundred miles an hour with which it struck the tail section as it went back on its rope in the slipstream of two engines, it nearly took the entire horizontal stabilizer off. Only by very skillful piloting had Gerry Mason managed to get the Fort and his crew of ten to Natal. Na-tal. Just the same, in my attempted nap that afternoon, I grinned at the thought that we in old "Hades Ab Altar'1 were passing ahead of two more ships of the flight. Boy, I dreamed, they'll have a hell of a job getting me back there into the training center now! It's four thousand thou-sand miles back to Florida and in the morning I'll be across the Atlantic. At-lantic. We climbed out of the Fortress and stepped upon Africa at 11:05 G.M.T. Our crossing from Natal had bttcn made in thirteen hours. Leaving the natives at work under Royal Air Force bosses, we hurried on to Operations, where we arranged ar-ranged for clearance down the coast. Then we were led into a thatch-roofed dining half for good hot food. If I hadn't been so hungry and tired from- the extra tension I had been subjected to, I think I'd have "gawked" at those wild-looking tribesmen who were serving us. In one night we'd left the-hotels of South America, and here we were, having our plates brought by jet-black jet-black bush Negroes with rings in their ears and noses, jabbering away in a West Coast dialect. To them we were "Bwana," the food was "chop," and dessert was "sweet." (TO BE CONTINUED) aa n bp a r. ir - - a . r 1 1 r WhUt Waller Winchell 1$ mumy, hit column will be conducted by guest columnist. CaUed From Somewhere In Dutch New Guinea s By George La.it I (Inttrmtthmtl Kiwt Wu Cttntponitut.) 1 Col. David W. Hutchison, commander com-mander of one of the wings of Lieut I Gen. George Kenny's bomber force l In the New Guinea interior, now en ! route to his home in Madison. Wis., on leave, told me of a new tech-I tech-I nlque evolved on the spur ef the 1 moment by one of his night fighter I pilots. The technique, however, is , not recommended too highly for repeat re-peat performances. This night fight-l fight-l er took off to attack Jap bombers j which were raiding Wake Island. Anti-aircraft gunners and searchlight search-light crews could bear his engine j purring in the sky. Suddenly, over the radio they heard the pilot shout: ; "I am coming Into searchlights! For Pete's sake shoot this so-and-so off my tail" The fighter pilot roared Into the searchlights' beams with the Jap bomber close behind. The antiaircraft anti-aircraft crews shot off the Jap's tail j There's a big treasure hunt going on at Lae. British New Guinea. Not for Guinea gold, but for 200 cases of prewar Scotch whiskey buried there by Manager Burns, of Philip ; Company, before the Jap invasion. ' Burns, who is now in England wUh 1 the RAF, intends returning after the j war to dig up his cache. The Yanks, i with everything from entrenching j tools to bulldozers, meanwhile are ! ripping up the Jungle, hoping to .beat ' him to the swag. Seme New Guinea points have a real Broadway flavor these days. In one day I bumped into MaJ. Abe Schechter, former bigshot at NBC; Sgt . George McLemore, noted ; sports columnist, now a combat cor-I cor-I respondent; Lieut. Jack Miley, the : sports writer, still of approximately ; the same tonnage as the heavy j cruiser on which he is serving; Lieut. Larry Jones, whose father ; operates Gertner's restaurant. New . York., and who is In charge of the largest GI messes in the southwest Pacific; Lew Parker and Jackie Heller, night club performers entertaining enter-taining troops; Jack Davis, New York representative of the Australian Aus-tralian Consolidated Press, whocame over for a six-month gander at the war; Capt Jack Cross, Westchester county journalist (husband oftPow-ers oftPow-ers model Betty RiddelD and Capt Dick Krolick, also a Journalist and habitue of East 45th street's famous Pen and Pencil bar; Eddie Dowl-Ing's Dowl-Ing's son. Jack, war correspondent tor a Chicago newspaper; Douglas (Wrongway) Corrigan, ferrying planes for the Fifth air force, and Col. Merian Cooper (he's gone home on leave to visit his wife, the former Dorothy Jordon of the movies) who produced "Chang," "Grass," and "Long Voyage Home"; Alfred VanderbUt who with his brother, George, is giving the Japs hell as commanders of PT boats. Phil La Follette, former Governor of Wisconsin, has Just been promoted pro-moted to full colonel. He'll be going I home soon on leave. . . . Lady Emily Coote of Boston's Back Bay and widow of the first Baronet of ' Ireland, is now In charge of one of the largest Red Cross outfits In Australia, Aus-tralia, caring tor the wants of recently re-cently arrived WACs Everybody Every-body knows Corp. Lew Ayres now serving as a chaplain assistant at Hollandia, but few know that Tech. Sgt. Frankie Darro is a dispensing pharmacist at one of New Guinea's big hospitals. He is the former child star who specialized in tough kid roles. Capt. Lanny Rots has been almost solely responsible for shepherding around the southwest Pacific all of the bigshot entertainers such as Jack Benny, Bob Hope, Carol Landis, Martha Tilton, Jerry Colonna, Larry Adler and Gary Cooper. . . , One of the biggest successes in New Guinea, who, wiseacres thought, would be a flop, was Judith Ander- on urrira iroania.l CUn1...... ; the GIs, and they loved it . . . Lee j Vanatte. INS daredevil flying correspondent corre-spondent with the Far East air I force, tells the story of a combat : sergeant who. physically unfit for further fighting, was transferred to army post office censorship to assume as-sume duties ordinarily assigned to women. The disgruntled, disgusted sergeant reported to his commanding command-ing officer, "Sir. I have come to replace re-place a WAC!" 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