Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 September 1941 — Page 13
ER 23,
1941
Washington
WASHINGTON, Sept. 23.—This is a time when ‘public officials and members of Congress deserve a good deal of forbearance on the part of their constituents and kibitzers generally. That is not a suggestion for a moratorium on ; : . criticism of public discussion, which democratic government must always have. If is a suggestion that such criticism be on the basis of common sense and reasonable judgment. Sure, the people are always right in the long run. But sometimes it must be a very long run before the right public judgment develops. Public opinion does make mistakes, We are now about ji to consider repeal of the Neuj- trality Act and it probably will be ? .done. "Phat will be a recognition that public opinion made a mistake a few years ago. We went through a period of isolation which seems quite generally now to have been a mistake—at least a lot of former isolationists feel that it was. More to ‘the point is the danger of not giving officials and Congress enough rope in the day-to-day decisions. It is a real danger in such a period as this. The war has created many complicated problems, How shall we deal with rising prices? Often it is difficult at best to know what ought to be done. If an official or a Senator or Representative here on the ground, and familiar with the details, has difficulty in knowing what the best course is, how much more difficult is it for people out in the country, with less information, to form a sound judgment?
Local vs. National Interests
ALSO THERE IS THE great democratic dilemma of local versus national interest. Shall a Senator or a Representative vote solely with regard to the immediate local interest of his area, or shall he consider what is to the interest of the nation as a whole? Because he comes from a cattle state shall he fight through hell and high water against a single pound of Argentine beef coming into the United States? Or shall he consider the whole question of trade relations
By Raymond Clapper between these two countries and the importance of develohing closer ties between them in such a time
If he is going to be hounded by his constituents on every single vote, a Senator or must
choose between using his best judgment or facing]
political suicide. Few commit suicide knowingly, When a state or a district expects its members to be strictly a Iocal messenger boy, and insists that he fight for it regardless of what might be the national interest, then it robs the country of the independent judgment of its representatives at W. IL You do not obtain sound legislation simply by adding up a series of local pressures. More often you get the reverse, because members under heavy fire at home trade with each other and logroll through their respective propositions, thus making the final result only worse. That is why tariff bills have been such patchworks that we have finally had to get away from the logrolling method and delegate more power to the executive branch, which is less subject to the special single-area pressures.
Nothing Like Wishing
IN THESE TIMES particularly we cannot get the best out of our Senators and Representatives if we insist that they be merely passive reflectors of their own constituencies, because so many of the decisions they must make are vital to the whole nation. There 1s an obligation on public servants to try to convince their constituents of what the national interest reuires. 4 3 The process of representative government should be. two-way traffic, not simply a one-way traffic of orders from back home. That public opinion is sound in its long-range judgment on broad questions does not mean that it is instantly sound on every imme-
. diate question that comes up.
In this period it would help us toward better legislation if Senators and Representatives were not considered to be messenger boys. obliged to carry out orders literally, and were considered rather as hired specialists, delegated to come to Washington and use their best judgment and best information in deciding what ought to be done. Nothing like that is going to happen, but. there isn’t any law against wishing that it could happen,
to start his travels again.
Because of Mrs. Pyle’s serious illness, Ernie Pyle is not yet able’ to resume his daily column. As soon as Mrs. Pyle is safely on the way to recovery, Ernie hopes
Inside Indianapolis (4nd “Our Town")
THE MYSTERY surrounding that elaborate stone wall, or whatever it is they've been building in front of the James S. Yuncker residence at 5323 N. Meridian St., still persists despite the fact the wall (?) is nearly Raised Constructed of huge blocks of expensive-appearing stone, it's taken months to build. Nobody, including a lot of Mr. Yuncker’s friends and neighbors, seem to know what it is or why, and Jim Yuncker, himself, won't say. Its foundation, they say, is 15: feet in the ground—enough to support a good-sized building. Estimates of its cost run up into the thousands. There are a dozen theories as to what it might be other than just a wall. Might be a bomb shelter, say some. Others say it has four sides and could easily be made into a house. Still others say it’s just another of Mr, Yuncker’s ideas. El When he does things, they explain, he likes to do them in a big way. For instance, whenever he can get away from his job as president of the Coca-Cola "Bottling Co., Mr. Yuncker orders up a special railroad car, picks up a few friends or relatives, and starts out for a tour of the country. The car he uses is the same one Wendell Willkie chartered for his nationwide speaking tour in the last campaign,
It Can’t Happen Here!
. BOB SMITH, the lawyer, sends us a clipping from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch of Sunday which explains pretty well why St. Louis’ traffic fatality toll per capita is something like a third less than Indianapolis’. ~The clipping—it’s only 18 lines long, buried on page 3—tells of the arrest of Charles B. Davis on a charge of speeding—40 miles an hour. He has been ordered to appear in police court Sept. 29. The officer who made the arrest took Mr. Davis to police headquarters where Mr. Davis answered questions about his identity, his age, 64, and his address
A New Headache
WASHINGTON, Sept. 23.—To pull in the piles of scrap iron on‘the Western plains before the snow flies and the Great Lakes freeze over, some changes are being made in the price schedules fdr scrap in the Office of Price Administration here. : : Because the steel mills of Pittsburgh and other Northern centers are running out of scrap in the season when they are normally building up their stocks of it, an effort will be made to persuade the prairie and mountain states to part with their old farm implements and junked autos and ship them eastward in the next few weeks. | What the trade calls remote and dormant scrap, particularly the supply of it between Texas and Montana, is now the concern
of the OPA. © Wi n now perceives that the shortage of scrap is likely to be worse before it is better, that steel mills may have to shrink their operations temporarily but drastically, and that if this happens, a time will come next winter when civilian industry will get no steel at all.
1,000,000 Tons Is Nothing
SOME SCRAP HAS BEEN shipped by rail lately all the way from New Mexico and Western Texas’ to Pittsburgh. Mills in Pittsburgh are sending trucks west of Cleveland for it. Mills in Buffale are ‘concerned at their inability to get scrap from Duluth by boat, along with their ore. Ordinarily these boats bring down scrap ‘collected from as far west as the mountains. Texas cities ship it up the Mississippi to Wheeling and Pittsburgh. It does not exactly litter the plains, but anywhere
My Day
WASHINGTON, Monday.—This morning I dashed into a building which before long will house the office of Fiorello La Guardia’s Civilian Defense Committee. I was quite astounded to find how quickly the moving had been done, - Over the week-end, desks, a files and bundles of every kind had been picked up from one office and moved to another. People were actually at work, but I am afraid many of them
will be shifted about before they
reach their permanent places. I confess I found it hard to visualize doing any kind ‘of work in that . rather confused atmosphere, but I saw some people who looked as if. they were accomplishing something. . I simply looked at the rooms .in which I am going to be housed, decided on the place for esis ang telephones, and went out as quickly as
Mrs. De Forest Van Slyke, Miss Wilma Shields, Miss Eloise Davison, Miss Thompson and I had lunch together to discuss certain points in our program. The civilian defense volunteer offices are, of course, the first step toward organizing any community,. and this responsibility falls largely +. ‘We are ge all we can out of Mrs. Van Slyke 8s a consultant, because she is not able to spend
IRs . ey BES Ee We qd RN A IRR RLF ex ¢ :
on Mrs. Van Slyke.
He was permitted to sign his own bond. That's about all there is to the story except that Charles B. Davis happens to be the senior judge of the Federal Court at St. Louis. ‘That’s all.
A Pack of Cigarets?
MAYBE YOU'VE NOTICED that the Sheriff's cars are taking it a little easier in making emergency runs these days. The reason, we’ve just learned, is that Sheriff Al Feeney was walking through the business district one day not long ago when he heard the siren of old No. 7 shrieking for the right of way. ¢ As pedestrians scurried for cover and the eriff involuntarily shrank back against a building for safety, the Sheriff’s car roared by at a terrific pace. Thinking all hell—no less—must have broken loose, the Sheriff grabbed a taxi and hurried back to the jail, : : « “What's happened?” he demanded, breathlessly. “Oh, the boys just went out on an investigation,” he was. told. Then Al hit the ceiling. They say it sounded like a jail break was in progress until he managed to get calmed down. Now things are different—at least a little different-— for the time being.
Our New Buffet Court
A BEWILDERED WOMAN walked up to the Press Room at Police Headquarters the other day and asked where she could find the “buffet court.” Which reminds us that clerks in the Cafeteria Court have gotten wise to a slick trick some motorists were pulling on them. What happened was that the motorists handed over old driver licenses to be punched, instead of their current 1941 licenses. That kept their record clear. It won’t work any more. . . . Some of our North Side mothers are threatening to “do something” about a wise-acre pilot who's been roaring across the tree tops in the general vicinity of Butler University several evenings recently. He scared some of the children half to death, the mothers report.
By John W. Love
from 500,000 fo 1,000,000 tons may be attracted yet this year fmom city and village yards by offering a price which makes up somewhat for the disadvantage of the cost of shipping it so far. Even so, its collection is likely to have to be tied in with the patriotic motive, inasmuch as the profit motive is being subordinated through the regulation of prices. : : Even a million tons of scrap would not go far in a year when 30,000,000 tons are needed, but the dangers of a scrap famine are so ominous that every practical measure will have to be taken to find it. - The lesson was - learned in the aluminum campaign that the regular channels must be used for collecting such materials—in aluminum it was forgotten that the scrap yards do the baling.
Axis Took 30,000,000 Tons
THE NATION'S SUPPLY of scrap comes from a great variety of sources, but in the year of greater demand some of them are drying up, or threatening to. Because new automobiles cannot be had in the
old quantities, old ones are not junked so soon. Rail-|.
roads are repairing cars they would ordinarily ‘break up. In both fields, as in many other, what would ordinarily be a source of scrap becomes a demand for new steel products in the shape of repair parts. Thus the steel mills are asked to make more metal from less material. Washington's experts have no idea how much scrap there is in this country but they do know the Japanese and Italians have bought up and carried away about all that was loose over the last six years, some 30,000,000 tons of it. They know of about 5,000,000 tons of scrap still lying in the automobile graveyards, and campaigns to root it out are going on everywhere. If the collection campaigns do not turn up enough of it the Government will have on its hands a problem few care to think about. ;
By Eleanor Roosevelt
every day with us, since her family lives in New York City. Instead, she has left us Miss Shields, and I feel sure that Miss Davison and I shall find her a very great help. . I saw a very amusing item 'in the paper the other day. An Italian paper in Turin is quoted as saying that our efforts to make military life pleasant and attractive is producing an army of “mama’s boys.” It seems to me they have short memories in Turin.
They forget that some 20-odd years ago, another gen-
eration of “mama’s boys” came over to Europe and fought with them on the same side, and at that time they were hailed as among the toughest fighters anywhere along the line, which is not always the reputation of the Italian boys. The paper went on to say that the of this new generation, which has suddenly changed its characteristics, felt that their sons were conscripted in a lost cause, Lost causes have always been the best challenge to the U. S. A. They are the causes in. which we usually achieve our greatest successes. I happen to have liked the Italy which I once
-knew as a country; and I like the people even more.
Here, in this country, there are many, many Italians who may be found among these “mama’s boys.” will be none the worse as soldiers of the U. 8. because they love their mothers and are lonely away from home. I have always hoped we never again would: have to
‘was ; him all the way down, At 500 feet | { ‘he burst into flames. T followed
| t any other nation inthe world. | If we do, however, I have complete confidence in the}
fighting spirit
Ne Co ae de
and ability to win of our “mama’s boys.”
CHAPTER EIGHT By QUENTIN REYNOLDS : AT EACH END OF THE AIRDROME there was a
large tent. This was one of the airdromes nearest to the
Channel and there was a squadron of Spitfires here at
this end and a squadron of Hurricanes at the other end.
A squadron consists of 12 planes, and the 12 pilots were sitting in the tent listening to a portable radio.
Z It was just 6 in the morning and it was the kind of : - morning when you feel good to be dlive. :
Each squadron had a crew of 24 to look after it. The crew was playing football, the kind of football we call soccer. They had taken two chairs from the tent and that
made one goal.
They needed something for the other
goal, and one of them suggested using two Spitfires. It
was probably the first time
in history that Spitfires
were used as goal posts. The squadron leader had plenty of ribbons on his breast. He had downed ‘18 German planes. But he was quite young, of course. He took me aside and said: “I want you to meet the new kid who joined us yesterday. A nice kid. See if you can spot his accent. He hasn’t been up with us yet. Today will be his first show.” He called the pilot over and in-
- troduced me to him. I spotted
his accent all right. We hadn't spoken a dozen words when the telephone in the tent rang. It rang once, twice, three' times. That meant get ready take off. It had a loud ring and the ground crew stopped kicking the ball around. The squadron leader answered the phone. He listened for a moment and then said: “Twelve or
more heading for convoy off _ Dover.
Yes, sir.” I looked at my watch. If was exactly 6:05.
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It’s ‘A Scramble’
THE SQUADRON LEADER said gaily to the pilots: “A scramble.” And all of them ran to their planes. The R.AF. has a language all its own. A scramble is a fight. All he said to his men was, “A scramble.” Each pilot climbed into his Spitfire and put his helmet on. They didn’t look like kids any more now. The helmet covers everything but the eyes and the nose. In the helmet are earphones and there is a white aluminum disc that hits your mouth and you talk into that. When you are up in a Spitfire you can talk to any member of your squadron. Mostly, of course, you listen. You listen to your leader, who is the boss of the show, The squadron leader, whose first name was Cecil (we are not allowed to give the full names of the men in the service), took
. off. .. The others followed him.
As the last plane got off the ground I looked at my watch. It was 6:09. They fly in sections of three. The first flight led by the squadron leader is called the Red Flight. The second is called the Yellow Flight. The third, the Blue Flight. The fourth, the Green Flight. ! If the squadron leader in front wants to give a quick order he just calls into his white aluminum disk: “Yellow Section sharp right-hand vertical climb.”
2 8 2
One Fails to Return The Spitfires circled once to
gain height and then went up to .
10,000 feet. This wasted perhaps four minutes, but it was important. The 12 German planes might turn out to be more, perhaps . Heinkels, and, in a scramble, al-
titude can be an excellent weapon
working in your favor. Then the Spitfires headed for the convoy. Down at the other end of the airdrome the Hurricanes started to roar. Twelve of them rose and went on to join in the fight. Ours was only one of a dozen airdromes in the vicinity. I could imagine
the same thing happening at each
one of them. The Hurricanes were now circling. After a while you get so you can tell one plane from another. In the air the Spitfire looks like a thin, straight needle. The Hurricane is humpbacked. They shot off in the wake of the Spitfires. The time passed very slowly. They would certainly be back within an hour and a half because the fighters carry gas for only that length of time. It was just 7 when the Spitfires appeared. I watched them and there was something uneven about the formation. Then I realized that one of them was missing. They landed and taxied up to the tent.
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Couldn’t Bail Out
IT IS ROUTINE that when a squadron returns the squadron leader gives a report to an intel-
, ligence officer of what has hap-
pened. Then each pilot reports. In that way a pretty good idea of the damage done to the enemy can be obtained. The squadron leader said: “We met them about halfway over the Channel at 14,000 feet. There were about 20 Heinkels and at least 21 109s and 110’s. We came out of the sun and got fairly close. “I sent a four-second burst at a Heinkel. It dove toward the sea, smoke pouring out from it. A 110 got on my tail, and I banked away
‘and into a cloud. I angled up an- - other thousand, keeping my flight
together. Ran into two Heinkels. At-100 yards I sent a three-second burst at one of them. He went to Pieces and crashed into the sea.
“I followed the other Heinkel, | |
which had turned. He dove and I followed, sending two bursts. He hurt and I followed
and saw him dive into the sea. I
collected the squadron. There were |
no enemy aircraft in sight. We came home.” ;
. pada THE
30 Messerschmitts and °
“Yes,” the squadron leader nod- - ded. “Except that Isaacs failed to
return. He got separated from the squadron. I don’t know how. “I saw him.” the pilot who spoke was a lad named Douglas—he was very tall and very slim and he had a baby face. “I saw him with two 110s on his tail. By the time I got to him they had got him. He went down. Had no chance to bail out.” 2 8 8 ‘Fun’ for New Kid ONE BY ONE they told their stories. When they had finished, the intelligence officer studied notes he had made. “I make it
. Seven confirmed enemy casualties
and four unconfirmed,” he said.
The pilot must actually see a plane crash into the sea or to the ground before it can be listed officially. He must pledge his word of honor that he has seen it. When, you see a story saying that 20 German planes were downed the chances are that another eight or nine suffered the same fate. The squadron leader said to me: “You didn’t get a chance to talk to the kid, did you? He put up a great show today.” The new kid was looking at his Spitfire. There was a hole in the fuselage you could stick your fist through. “You put up a great show,” the squadron leader said to him. “When did you get hit?” “Just when I was on the tail of an Me. 110,” he said ruefully. “I felt a little jar and then all my controls went haywire. I sent one burst at the Me. but didn’t get him. Even my sights were acting funny. But it was fun while it lasted.” r ” ” ”
‘Have Some Tea’
THE KID TURNED to me and grinned. i “Seven weeks ago today I was in Laredo, Tex. I've been dreaming about doing this since the war
started. I went to Ontario, en- _ listed ‘and within three days was
on ga boat.” “They looked at his log book and found he had 1800 hours,” the squadron leader said. “That’s why they hustled him over so quickly. He only needed a week’s training to get accustomed to the way a Spitfire handles.” “It's a beautiful airplane,” the pilot said. “I never saw anything handle quite so sweet.” The boy’s name is Art Donahue and because he is an American I hope the censor relaxes his rule about the use of names. A single Spitfire landed and taxied up to the tent. A pilot climbed out, came up and saluted the squadron leader. “I was told to report to you sir,” he said. “Righto; meet the boys and have some tea,” the squadron leader said. There was an awkward silence for a moment. Everyone was thinking of Isaacs but no one said anything about it. Now the Squadron was a squadron again. ” 2 »
‘Pray—And Get Away’
OUTSIDE, THE MECHANICS were working on Donahue’s Spitfire. They worked incredibly quickly. It would be ready in an hour, they said, Young Douglas said rather shyly, “Would you like me to show you how a Spitfire works?” He was like a child wanting to show off ‘a new toy. We walked over to his Spitfire and he told me to climb in. I did. Douglas began to explain things and his face was lighted with animation. I sat there and handled the controls. The glass in the windshield is nearly three inches thick and it is bulletproff. At the top of, the windshield there was a mirror
Pilots of the Eagle Squadron, all-American squadrom which is active in combat with other units of the R. A. F,, race to their Hurricane planes as an alarm bell sounds. Many members of the squadron were
flying with regular R. A. F. units before the Eagle Squadron was formed.
for all the world like the mirror
in your automobile.
“That’s a big help,” Douglas grinned. “Maybe you notice that none of us wear collars or ties. We spend half our time turning our necks to see what’s in back of us and after a scramble we usually have stiff necks. The mirror tells us if an airplane is directly on our tail.” “What do you do then?” “Pray,” Douglas laughed. “Pray and get the hell away from him.” ” ” ”
Press Button—Guns Bark
THE STICK on a Spitfire is a very small wheel about five inches across. There is a small button on the wheel. When you are flying you hold the wheel in your right hand. You hold the throttle with your left hand. When you sight an enemy airplane you try to get your back to the sun. Then you go after him, You keep peering through the sight. The sight appears to be
»
‘nothing but a heavy, oblong piece
of glass. But once you focus on it you see a red circle in the glass and two lines that cross, When the enemy plane is within the circle and when it is covered by the two crossed lines you merely press the button with your th ’
umb. a “Don’t do it, though,” Douglas said quickly, as he saw my hand go for the wheel. “The safety catch isn’t on.” gu When you press the button
“eight guns bark. The guns are in
the wings. Because they are flush with the wings you don’t see the guns. Douglas said he liked to shoot at 200 yards. : There are 24 little clocklike instruments on the dashboard of a Spitfire. Douglas explained them one by one. He really knew what they meant. ” 8 ”
‘Better Look Behind’
HE EVEN EXPLAINED a whole gadget which is strictly a “hush hush” instrument. Anything new and secret is labeled “Hush hush.” In the R. A. F. the boys have orders to destroy secret gadgets in case of a forced landing in enemy territory. All I can say about this one is that it is a link with headquarters. “This wireless is pretty wonderful,” Douglas said. “We can talk to one another and listen to one another. This morning for in-
- stance we didn’t sight the Jerries
until we were about 10 miles over the Channel. “Then the squadron leader saw them and he yelled to us, ‘Tallyho! Tallyho! there they are’.” He laughed. “We all got more or less separated when the scramble began. I was after a Heinkel when one of the.lads called to me: ‘You'd better look behind you; better look behind.’ I did and saw a Me. coming at me. I did a sharp vertical climb and got away. Then I saw the lad who'd warned me and damned if there weren't two of them on his tail. I yelled back, ‘So had you; so had you.”
“Is that all?” the intelligence officer asked, x : eT
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“Did he look behind?” I asked. “That was Isaacs,” he said sim-
ply. ” » ”
Here’s a Good Trick
- I STARTED TO GET out of the cockpit. It is quite a job to get out of a Spitfire. I asked Douglas how it was possible to bail out. “I found a swell trick to bail out,” he laughed. “I was in real trouble three days ago. Luckily I was way up, but my ship was on fire. I couldn’t get out of the darn thing. So I unfastened my belt, turned the airplane over on its back and just fell out. That Channel water is damned cold, too, let me tell you.” “Who picked you up?” “One of those little motor torpedo boats. They can certainly step. They go about 45 miles an hour. You know the squadron leader? He's a grand chap with a great sense of humor. He had the nerve to tell me I bailed out just to get a new uniform.” “That’s doing it the hard way,” I suggested. ; ” » ”
He Needed More Luck
We went back into the tent. It was almost 10. At 10 this squadron would be through. Then. they'd fly inland a few miles and have an eight-hour rest. But at 15 minutes to 10 the phone -rang once, -twice, three times. The squadron leader said, “Yes, yes; that’s. all right; we don’t mind. Twelve off Folkestone. Righto.” The motors roared into action. The pilots ran to the planes. I gave Douglas a boost onto the wing and then he climbed into the cockpit. : ‘ . “Good luck, kid,” I shouted. “I might need it,” he yelled back, grinning. I guess he needed more luck than I had to give him. Fifteen minutes later the boy was dead. : ,
nse,
NEXT —“It’s still Churchill’s Channel.”
INDIANA SOCIAL WORKERS MEET
Conference Oct. 29-Nov. 1 In Charge of St. Joseph Judge Dan Pyle.
A record number of welfare workers are expected in Indianapolis for the 51st annual meeting of the Indiana State Conference on Social Work, Oct. 29 to Nov. 1. The meeting of the Conference, oldest of its kind in continuous existence in the country, will be in charge of St. Joseph Circuit Court Judge Dan Pyle of South Bend, president. Other officers are Leo M. Rappaport, Indianapolis; Dr. Herman M. Baker, Evansville; Dr. Harvey Lloyd Lanahan, Anderson, and Mrs. Perry W. Lesh, Indianapolis, vice presidents; Wade T. Searles of Indianapolis, executive secretary; Thurman A. Gottschalk, secretary, and Randel Shake, treasurer. Assisting with arrangements are Miss Emma C. Puschner, American Legion child welfare director, chairman of the ways and mesns committee; Virgil Martin, Community Fund manager, co-chairman of the membership committee, and Mrs. Helen Pearson Roell of the Indianapolis Rublic Schools, chairman of the study course committee.
FRENCH BEHIND YOU,
LONDON, Sept. 23 (U. P)— Prime Minister Winston Churchill yesterday received five ‘French schoolboys who fled France in
canoes and was told that French civilians ' were sympathetic toward the British, even when R. A. F.
|bombs fell on- German targets in
France. ; ; “You can’t make omeléttes without breaking eggs,” the French say, according to the story the boys told
Churchill at No. 10 Downing St.
BRITISH STUDY TANKS
—Fifty members of the
of U. 8. army tanks. officers, will re-
Yor to England as instru h urn nd as instructors when they complete their course,
KEEP OUT’ SIGN PUT ON DAKAR
Colony Will Resist Any Aggressor, Governor of French Area Says.
Coboetait By PAUL GHALI "ind" fne Chokes Dall Noe form VICHY, France, Sept. 23.—Pierre Boisson, Governor - General of French West Africa, who arrived here by plane last week for a “series of important conferences” toe gether with other French African commanders, today warned woulds be aggressors against the port of Dakar, capital of Senegal Province, as well as to would-be enticers of the “loyal” population under his charge. Dakar’s defenses are considerably stronger now than they were last September, the Governor averred, adding that “under no circumsstances” will the colony allow itself to be persuaded to separate from Vichy, France, . 3
Supports Petain The French colony stands firmly behind Marshal Petain, Governor’ Boisson declared, and does not understand the subtleties of those in the homeland who differentiate be tween the Marshal himself and the French Government. Asked whether he believed the Paris press when it stated that America, intended to attack Dakar
~ | shortly, Governor Boisson replied
that he was ignorant of America’s intentions but that he could only repeat that his colony would dee fend itself against any aggression, Boisson stated once more that the French in Dakar were admit ting no German agents.
Vichy Buys Crops The Governor said that the ob=-
piget: of his trip to Vichy was to s
bmit to Marshal Petain pians for improving the welfare of his charges. He further stated that the Vichy Government had purchased the entire crop of his colony to check British propaganda which had promised the natives that if they would go over to the camp of the dissidents (Free French of Gen.
{Charles de Gaulle) they would be
rich. Last year’s crops were enwtirely exported, he added.
TOWNSEND GROUPS TO JOIN PILGRIMAGE
About 300 Marion County members of the Townsend Clubs will join an estimated 15,000 from the nation in the annual pilgrimage Sunday to Fairbury, Ill, birthplace of Dr. Francis Townsend, who founded the clubs. In addition to the Marion contingent, about 3000 more will go from other Indiana places, accorde ing to B. J. Brown, who heads th state organizations. ;
' BOYS TELL BRITISH|
the - Prime Minister and Mrs.
WASHINGTON, Sept. 23 (U. P.).| British
Royal Armored Corps have arrived {at Ft. Knox, Ky. to study operation] rmy tanks. The group,| {comprising eight captains and 42
TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE
1—What is a male goose called? 2—Which ‘Chief Justice of the United States was known as “Sil ver Heels”? 3—Name the famous social settle ment founded in Chicago by ‘Jane Addams. ! 4—Wnhere is Goucher College? 5—Sound travels faster in air than in water; true or false? 6—In aviation, what is meant by ‘““zero-zero”? Hak : : T—Was there a popular vote on the ratification of the Constitution in any of the 13 original States? 8—Name the two. Tudor queens of England.
: Answers 1—Gandar.
2—John Marshall. 3—Hull House. 4—Baltimore, Md.
6—Ceiling zero, visibility zero.
7—No.
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