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Show O'Brien's Daring Stirs ! Men to Flock to Royal Fliers) I What Lieutenant Patrick O'Brien, 1 here of daredevil exploits aB. aviator and later as fugitive from German captors, has dono any wideawake young fellow equally athletic can do, O'Brien said on his flying trip to his old home in Illinois. His modest assertion as-sertion made a now call for recruits , at all depots of the British-Canadian recruiting mission for the Royal Flying Fly-ing corps ha"ve immediate response. Is there adventure for the cadet successful suc-cessful in Canadian training camps? Ask Flier O'Erien he has had a whole book full. The opening again of recruiting at British -Canadian depots found a waiting throng, hor many months recruits only have been accepted In New York. Llout. O'Brien's piano was shot down last August by a German airplane air-plane behind the enemy lines near Ypres. From that time until he landed in ui;iuiigLituu jruiace, Jiving ueurgu s guest, ho experienced a series of thrills which followed one another thick and fast "I was taken before the intelligence bureau of the flying corps where I was questioned at great length by a Hun," he said. "He said the Americans would mobilize 1,000,000 men, but would send but 250,000 to Franco, as; tho rest would be needed for service; against Japan." I "I made up my mind to get away,"! sajd O'Brien in describing his escape "I know I never could siand being a prisoner. Tho window seemed tho only way. I got it open several times by coughing and pretending to need air, but the track outside looked mighty hard and I hesitated several times. The other track was on my Bide of tho road, rock ballasted. Finally I decided to go through with it. "I got tho window open. One of the guards was looking right at me. He was sitting so close ho could have touched me. But before he could make a move I dove through the window. I landed on my feet. It knocked mo out but I camo to my senses In a moment. I found the train had gone on and that I had reopened my bullet wound, cut my eye hero (pointing to a long blue scar) and wrenched my ankle. I knew they would bo coming back from the train soon and I hid in the bushes. "I was about eighty-five miles In-sido In-sido Germany, somewhere near Strass-burg. Strass-burg. I ran as fast as I could before daylight, picking my course by the ' stars, and then hid in the bushes." |