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«~ SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND, Oct. 23.—Candidates army officers training school over here \really work like madmen. They are up at 5:30 and they literally do not have one idle moment until ~ lights go out at 10 p. m. The whole day is on the I tightest schedule I've ever seen anywhere. For example, they have only 45 minutes for making their beds, cleaning ' their quarters,

latrines, polishing the brass, washing. themselves, dressing spick and & Span, and showing up for breakfast looking like gentlemen. There's ‘no yawning and stretching when

bed like a turpentined dog. Instantly after breakfast they FL an, are on the drill field for 50 minutes of close-order drill and exercises. Then they march fo an 8 o'clock class. = _ At one period in the afternoon they have just 10 ¢ minutes to go from classroom to dormitory, change . to ‘battle-dress coveralls, run nearly half a mile to

. the rifle ranges, and start firing. .

I've been going with them to classes. A guy with . muscles like mine couldn’t possibly keep up, so I find out what building the next class is in and start running in that direction five minutes ahead of them.

- This Is Tough Going

THE STUDENTS cannot smoke in class or in bed. So they puff frantically during these 10-minute breaks between classes. I heard one candidate yell to another, as he juggled rifle and notebooks with both “hands, “Hey, put a cigaret in my mouth, will you?” And he wasn’t joking. : There isn’t time to smoke a whole cigaret between classes, so they “butt” them and save them. One cigaret usually lasts through three classes. The candidates are under what is doubtless the strictest discipline in England... When the colonel * comes around it is just as though Gen. Marshall had . arrived. Not ‘the slightest deviation from military % perfection is tolerated,

A CERTAIN BUSINESSMAN who lives on Wash-

° ydngton blvd. and drives a Buick is mad as heck at

somebody, but he isn’t just sure who it is he’s mad at. . We aren't using his name for special reasons. It seems he had seven tires for his car and he’d decided to cheat a bit and not turn in the two ‘extras, as ordered by the . government. A scoundrelly friend phoned Railway Express and pretended to be the Buick owner. “I've got a couple of extra tires I want to turn in,” he said. “Have a truck stop this afternoon and tell my wife to give them to you.” The - tires were picked up. The businessman was fit to be tied when he got home and learned the dirty trick played on him. .. . We get “word that Lieut. Mark Ogden, who ed his 11 weeks of training, has been 2s ) command a navy vessel which is about to leave on a two-month trip. Sounds like Mark was ; t progress. He got his commission only {

THE LOCAL TIN CAN salvage committee is be- _ coming quite concerned over the recurring rumor . that a part of the processed tin cans picked up in the official campaign are turned over to the breweries . for bottle caps. Some reports have it that “60 per _jeent go to the breweries.” The upshot is that many / people, especially some members of groups opposing _ the use of] liquor, have quit saving tin.cans, we're | told. The local committee says it has checked with ~ A. Elwell (Crissey, a special representative of ‘the WPB for the Middle West at Chicago and he says it absolutely is untrue. Not a can picked up. in the campaign goes:to the breweries. The fact, he says, is that the breweries, using their own trucks, visit the hotels and other places that use the big’ No. 10

, cans but are too busy to process them. These big cans are used for bottle caps. The smaller cans won't _ e bottle cap machines, so the. breweries

work on

‘Washington

- WASHINGTON, Oct. 23.—We know that an enor-

_ mous job has been done in war production and in

_ raising an army. We know that we started late and - had to move fast. That meant a rush start, expansive programs—almost anything to get going. 5 © 77 It was better to move in all directions quickly and with our sights very high all around. Some things could have been done better, ‘of course. But nobody expects perfection when you are working against time as we have had to work. We are still working against time. But we also have run into shortages in men and materials

production and” strategy more : er closely, so that we will produce what the military plans-call for and not what they don’t call for. Unless that is done, we will ‘be using four men. in the wrong places—as for instance when we put many older men into the army who are®nhow to be sent back to war production jobs where they will be more useful. : We will be using up alloy steel on things that won't be needed and cutting ourselves short on things that will be needed, finding ourselves with airplanes _ without propellers, or something like" that.

Some Disturbing Assertions

< SO IT IS NOT EASY to brush off some things said@in the new report of the Tolan committee of the

. house. This committee is composed of members of

both parties and has had expert research assistance.

It must take direct responsibility. for the statements it makes.

My Day

_ NEW YORK CITY, Thursday—A letter from a le that they are planning : Harriet Beecher Stowe, the

lawyer in Cincinnati tells me to convert the home of author of “Uncle Tom's Cabin,” into a social cefiter. . There certainly never was an individual who more a . truly tried to change one of the evils of society, According to President Lincoln, Harriet Beecher Stowe was credited with awakening the conscience of many’ peoPlein this country. It seems a fitting thing that her fellow citi-

sweeping the halls, scrubbing the °

they wake up; they come out of .

—and that forces us to match

-in town has a plan for it.

Just hav a comb sticking out of your pocket, or a little spot on your shirt, or your hair not cut right, or be five seconds late—and somebody climbs all over you in a wey youll remember. And what's worse, a demerit goes onto your record. The commanders of the school are just as strict with the faculty. I saw one officer-instructor get himself eaiprup” for running his class two minutes overtime. - When 5 Doubt—Attack ALL THIS IS TO pound into their very spirits

the necessity for absolute perfection in a. military leader’s life. 1 saw one boy get called for having a

spot of whitewash on his shirt. His immediate com-|

manding officer explained to the colonel that he'd got it while cleaning the latrine, and didn’t have time to change before drill, He got a demerit anyway. No

excuses are accepted. Although | discipline is that rigid, the students are always spoken to as gentlemen, even when having the hell bawled out. of them. . They have instruction in how to eat properly and how to behave at table. They've been told there are three things an officer does not do at table, and that's discuss the commandant’s order, discuss women, or tell dirty jokes. | : And the other morning, wise and hard-hitting Col. Duffner gave them three rules to follow when in doubt: 1. When in doubt—play trumps. . 2. When in doubt—salute. 3. When in doubt—attack. ; They have. classes in speech, showing them how to breathe out with their words and give orders that really command.’ The school commandants are omnipresent. Duffner will ‘walk out of nowhere into the middle. of a drill and knock a gun out of a soldier's hand—not because he’s a mean ‘man, but to show the soldier how easily’ a ‘German could do .it when it isn’t held right. . : , The officers themselves, including the commandant, are up at.5 every morning. It's a tough life, but you've never seen such eagerness and enthusiasm in any school before.:

~ Inside Indianapolis By Lowell Nussbaum

process any 11 ones they happen to pick up and turn them over to the regular salvage campaign. So keep on saving ‘em, folks. Uncle Sam” needs them for defense weapons.

Motors Run Cold

A GARAGE MAN tells us this new 35 miles an hour speed limit is sending quite a few cars to repair shops. The trouble is that most of the new cars have motors built to run at greater speeds, at least part of the time. At 35, the motor doesn’t get hot enough to burn up the carbon. As a result, the spark plugs on some models foul easily. . . . Motorcycle or squad car cops could-reap a harvest tagging iliegal parkers on the west side of Illinois st., north of 16th st., some morning shortly after 7 a. m. It slows up traffic no end. Quite a few of the illegal parkers have out-of-state license plates, and some of them park directly back of ‘the ¥*No 7-9 a. m. parking” signs. . . . TWo friends who around the state quite a bit report

motorists are beginning to observe the new speed limit pretty well—few going more than 40. The peculiar thing about it is that they both observed that a large percentage of the violators have Michigan license plates

Coffee Conversation

THE BIG TALK around town these days is.coffee. You card hardly have a conversation that doesn’t swing around to coffee sooner or later. For instance, in conversations yesterday, we were told: (1) Employees at Allison’s had their first coffeeless luncheon at the plant cafeteria yesterday. It’s true, too. Not a drop to be had. (2) A woman’ just back’ from Chicago reported you could walk into “any grocery there and get all the coffee you want; bacon and lard, too.” (3) “If they'd ration coffee, they'd save tires more than by rationing gasoline. It would stop people from driving all over town, from grocery to grocery, looking for the elusive java. .,, Speaking of Allison's, we hear T. E. (Pop) Myers of Speedway fame is working ‘at: the engine plant now, helping handle gas rationing.|. . . Allison’s also has a nice new band, composed of plant employees. .

By Raymond Clapper

So we find on page 26 of the new report, the committee’s sixth, some disturbing assertions: “The division of responsibility between the war production board and the military services and the failure of all these agencies to develop programs consistent with the urgency of the hour have placed us in a self-defeating position which threatens the entire conduct of the war. “On the one hand the military services are failing to present an adequate picture of military requirements. - Starting from this excuse, the WPB points to this failure as justification for the lack of a comprehensive and balanced production program.”

A Question of Organizing

IN THIS WAR we have for the first time run into limits of production capacity and those limits ‘affect what the military can do in the field. The report adds: “Thus we come back to. the beginning of a vicious circle where uncertain, limited military strategy makes the services incapable of developing a program of requirements. The failure to break this vicious circle spells dark consequences for our ability to take offensive action against our highly mobilized and aggressive ‘enemy.” The committee has its own ideas for bringing the military strategy makers and the industrial production. men closer together. In fact, almost everybody The need of a central staff, for broad war and production planning, working directly under President Roosevelt, to act as expert staff brains for him, is being widely discussed here. There seems to be a growing amount of talk in favor of a functioning group of this kind. The men with the knowledge are available here in Washington. It is largely a question of organizing them into a set of staff brains so that they can function together, as a general staff for the war.

By Eleanor Roosevelt

man nature are what make it so important that we keep a constantly watchful eye on our government, and tHat in turn our government watches us with equal care. In Mr. Agar’s chapter on the press, he mentions the fact that the press must be free in order to watch the politicians. I have an idea that the press should be free in order to watch all the groups who attain

power. The check of a really free press is valuable not only over iticians, but over capital and labor as well. 4 tek,

I like the verse: “Is there not a pardon for the brave And broad release above Who lost their heads for liberty ‘Or lost their hearts for love?”

In the history of every country men have lost their heads for liberty and their hearts for love, and with-

1 out such men, we would have no civilization today.

~ There are many suggestio book which you, should consid

are! in Herbert Agars carefully, but I am

Col. |.

VANE PLT

PLAYS CRUSOE IN 1342 STYLE

Lands On South Sea Isle; Saved by ‘His Man’ George.

By WILLIAM F. TYREE United Press Staff Correspondent . ‘A SOUTH PACIFIC AIR BASE, Oct. 6 (Delayed). —Lieut. Paul. E. Te Pas, U. S. navy carrier plane pilot, is a modern Robinson Crusoe whose: story can be told today because his man Friday turned out to be George, an English-speaking, half-white native island leader. George delivered Lieut. Te Pas from the South Sea island on which

hands rather than a cannibals’ pot. Lieut. Te Pas, who comes from Portsmouth, O., was picked up and returned to this base by one of the navy’s PBY Catalina patrol planes after two weeks as a castaway, Plane Forced Down

When his own plane was forced down out of gasoline, Lieut. Te Pas had no idea where he was. Here is his story: “I had just finished a search mission away from my carrier and met four qther patrol planes. Although I was flying another direction, I decided my navigation must have been wrong and so I went along with them. When we failed to arrive at our base within an hour, I knew we all were lost. There were three islands below us, but I turned to get back to where I thought the base should be. “The other planes continued to circle the islands. “A strong wind blew me north of my objective and I was tossed about for 45 minutes in the clouds and rain squalls. Visibility was very poor, but very soon I could make out - the shore line of an island. My gasoline was just about gone, so I picked out a short strip of water between the beach and a coral reef and pancaked the plane onto the surface in a full stall. It wasn’t a bad landing. I got out the rubber boat and paddled ashore.

Water Three Feet Deep

“I thought it was funny that the plane didn’t sink, until I learned the next morning that I had landed in only three feet of water and could have walked ashore. “The first night I didn’t know what to expect, so I held tight to my .45 automatic when I lay down on the beach to sleep. Sand crabs

were gnawing at my bare toes. “I certainly felt like Robinson

ing for fresh water to replenish my nearly empty canteens. Lava rocks barred the way at either end of the sand strip, and I couldn’t climb over or around them. That afternoon a patrol plane went by about three

although I, fired my Very pistol. “I was really disheartened then. That night I swung my parachute so that it made a hammock between two trees, and slept very comfortably,

papaya trees: which supplemented my emergency rations. I also discovered a. dry creek bed and followed it quite a distance until I came upon’ some coconut palms, I ate a couple of coconuts.

‘Somebody Watching Me’

“Then I discovered a path leading away from the grove,.and followed it about 10 miles wheh I came upon a deserted native village. I began to have an uncomfortable feeling tha someone was watching me. . “I returned to the beach near my plane and spent another night. The next morning I pumped up my rubber raft and navigated around the rocks to another strip of sand where there were more deserted native huts. I found a pool of water, and drank a lot of it before returning to my beach. That evening a band of seven natives came out of the bush and advanced toward me. “I decided that boldness would be my best policy, so I grinned and called out a ‘Hello, there’ that I hoped would sound friendly to them. “Their leader sort of waved his hand and answered, ‘How do you do?’ in perfect English. Imagine my relief. He said his name was George and that he had been born in Australia and that his mother was white, “George explained that one of his boys had seen me the day before and that I'dy been kept under observation until it was decided that I was friendly and in need of help. Priest Provides Boat _

* “We slept that night on the beach and then hiked all the next day through underbrush. It was about 25 miles to their village, and I was worn out when we got there. They gave me a hut, and rigged up a bed in it. nf y “The next day they took me to a native priest who had a 16-foot boat but neither sails nor oars. The priest said there were allied soldiers on the next island, and that they had a radio. He said the island, which I could dimly see, ‘was about a day's sail distant—if there only were sails for the boat. We spent the next two days making sails from

-|my parachute, and rigging them.

“We set sail with a crew, of nine natives, who had to bail"most all the way. We finally reached the island, and discovered that the soldiers were at the other end. So we camped overnight and hiked the 20 miles the next day. + + : | “Back at base, I learned that the gone down and that the crews were

he was forced to land, into friendly}

woke me up the next morning. They|.

Crusoe. I explored the beach, look- |

miles offshore; but failed to see me|

“Next morning I found some!

Volga.” re The major pointed out

when our chauffeur suddenly We were driving cross the gas so sharply that I was two feet off the seat before I could grab for an

anchor. Then we were hurdling ruts and ditches like mad, heading for a small group of peasants’ cabins half a mile away. The major grinned. “They put five shells over when I came across an hour age,” he explained. That greatly increased my interest in that invisible line along the Volga but we made the cabins without any close-range music and, more miraculously, without turning upside down. From there on to the advanced Russian artillery batteries was but another short dash. Guns were belching on both sides and Nazi planes had been nosing around overhead all day but this little ridge seemed very cozy compared with the open farm lands we had just traversed. In fact, this was as cozy and neat an artillery position as you would be likely ‘to find on any front in the war. The ridge had just enough shoulder to it and good comfortable length of gully on its lee side, cut down almost straight into the earth, so that - the dugouts were real caves which even a direct hit would scarcely penetrate. We had to wait for the artillery unit’s commander before we could proceed to where. the guns were sounding off,

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Room for 6to8

THE MAJOR led’ us up the steep, earthen steps and then into ‘the commander’s two-room headquarters which were carved deep into the bowels of the hillside. It" was like walking into the entrance of a mine but once inside the walls were tall whitewashed and six or eight persons could nicely crowd into the lieutenantcolonel’s inner room. Inside here even the Russian guns sounded dull and far away. : The lieutenant-colonel almost - needed a shoehorn to get into his subterranean home, He wads six feet of solid brawn and boisterous two-fisted masculinity, a Ukrainian Paul Bunyan, and he left my hand feeling like a pound of hamburger just out of the grinder. But what a face and what a voice! “American correspondent? . Horosho, horosho” boomed Lieut.Col. Anatole Alexandrovitch Smir- : nov. In Russian horosho means, good, but when this man Smirnov said it, it sounded like a cathedral organ with all the stops out. We followed the lieutenant-col-onel down into the gully, across the brook and back toward where his batteries were concealed. All the time he was talking, laughing and gesticulating as if this war was. one of the greatest holidays that had ever been invented. “Too bad you didn’t come two days sooner,” he said. “We gave Fritz one hell of a massaging. We caught a whole division half asleep. That's no joke. Lots of the Fascists didn’t even have their pants on. They were scared out of their wits. Hundreds of them

Abbott Labora

By VICTOR PETERSON Pentothal sodium to you may be just a couple more of those doubletalk scientific words. ; For the man who falls in battle, it means the conquest of pain, an anesthetic without after-affects—a life restored possibly.

this part of the country is the Indianapolis branch of Abbott Laboratories at 217° N. Senate ave. Its manager is Charles W. Hacker, an enthusiastic man who can lecture

‘mins and pentothal sodium. understands why the company re-

E at the main plant in North €hicago. - ; The presentation “for excellent service to America’s all-out war effort” was not made to the Chicago plant alone but to all 15

Serves Three States And ‘the 75 employees working out of the local branch played as big a part as any. From here the medicinal supplies for civilian and. military consumption ‘are spread throughout Indiana, Kentucky, most of Ohio, and part of Illinois. On the warehouse shelves are 1200 items manufactured by the concern and among the most im‘portant is pentothal sodium. Today this drug. is: fighting our foes on every front as well as in the camps and hospitals” here at home. ; : With war, the radio and the press screamed the evacuation of Dunkirk, the stab at Pearl Harbor, the Coral and Midway battles and

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Stalingrad. , SES i Yet beneath these gripping tales

X. With a Russian Artillery Battery in Action

By LELAND STOWE Indianapolis Times and The Chicago Daily News, Inc.

WITH THE RED ARMY ON THE RZHEV FRONT. —“The German positions are over there, just across the

but the expanse of wheat-

lands and occasional knots of trees revealed nothing, not even the river, and Rzhev seemed lost in prairie. I was still trying to figure out where the Nazis’ line might be

went berserk. country and he’ stepped on

drowned trying to swim the Volga. We threw all that was left back across the Volga.. Caught them without their pants. Ha, ha, ha.”

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Crews—Stand Ready

LIEUT.-COL. Smirnov roared with laughter and on we went. , There was a, lull as we approached a battery and at first it was almost impossible to see the guns . even- though they were big ones.

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i The battery’s captain snapped .to

attention and barked out his report to the lieutenant-colonel. As we strode closer Smirnov said, “great fellows—just watch them.” Every man of the gun crew was standing alertly, in his place, his eyes on the lieutenant-colonel awaiting the command to resume firing. They were all in their ' 20s as bronzed and tough as their commander. There were no German shells bursting near just now but these chaps didn’t look as if they would pay any attention if there had been. “We'll give the Germans this round for you,” laughed Smirnov. Other guns stood only a few yards away and all at the same elevation. The captain barked his order. Big heavy shells were pushed into place. A soldier with, the firing cord gripped in his hand . leaned forward tensely; his eyes focused on the captain’s lifted arm in the little hillock behind us. - All| the other gun crewmen stuffed their fingers in their ears and I followed suit. The pause seemed exaggeratively long. Then the cord jerked and. the air around us rocked with a series of mighty roars. The huge guns bounced back on their recoils. “What's the range?” I asked. The lieutenant-colonel grinned broadly. »

Russians, Well Concealed

“CAN'T TELL you that but theyll feel it all right.”

Then at varied intervals it was the same thing all over again— except when Messerschmitts came” prowling with too much curiosity in the neighborhood of our immediate sector. As for the German guns we heard them quite regularly but these Russian bat--teries were ‘too well placed and too perfectly tucked away inside nature’s palm, Literally the Nazis were not hitting within a mile of them. The ‘Red army gun crew boys were full of smiles — between “rounds, that is. When they worked they were the epitome of concentration and efficiency. “Those Germans are no good with artillery,” sniffed the lieuten-ant-colonel and in fact Russian generals and colonels had told me the same thing in other séctors along the front. “Their gun personnel is second-rate and they can't shoot accurately. I still don’t understand why but the Germans simply don’t know how to shoot. They're very poor. We can blow them out of the earth.

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Either it's the fault of their preparation or they've got no real talent for artillery. But Fritz knows what the Russian artillery 'is. He knows and he’ll never for- | get.” | - Smirnov’s - laugh boomed again like a 12-inch gun and we threaded our way back and around and finally up into the trench leading to the observation | post which was some 20 minutes walk from the guns.

oo » ‘Good Again,” Eh? AT THE DOORWAY of the observation post another captain |spring to salute: “Horosho,” boomed Smirnov once more. Then he pointed to the medals on the captain’s chest and turned to me: “Two,” he shouted, “another Ukrainian—see.” Then he shook his clenched fist in the air. “Horosho, eh?” And with another burst of contagious, roaring laughter, Smirnov - introduced the observation post. : A narrow, two-inch slit ran around three sides of this tiny dugout just below its ceiling. Just below the slit there was also a careful drawing of terrain on all sides with every elevated grove or other noteworthy feature recorded and captioned in regard to the enemy positions. The lieuten-ant-colonel swung the telescope around, adjusted it and said: “Take a look at Rzhev.’ Rzhev, with its clustered roofs -'and smoke of battle, lay precisely in the center of the lens. After that we made a tour of German positions, the closest of which were ahout two miles away. Finally, we started back fo the battery's cave headquarters. From the rest of the hill, we looked down upon acres and acres of rich wheatlands, their stubble lying yellow and warm in the later afternoon sun, and weather-stained peasants’ cabins sitting serenely’ here and there, and patches of woodland cropping up darkly toward the horizon. “You see that?” said Lieut.-Col.

Smirnov. “Horosho, eh? We'll hever give up that—never.” 2 8 8

Harvested Under Fire

THEN HE pointed down below us at the gully’s edge where a score of women were steadily feeding sheaves of wheat into a threshing machine. | “You: see,” he said.” “They've completed the ‘harvest. German shells didn’t stop them. Ha, ha, ha.” Inside the whitewashed cave; I sat down for tea with the lieutenant colonel, the major and others of his staff. A kerosene lamp gave just enough light and again the rumble of guns had receded to a dull, unreal sputter like gsomething in another world. They brought on the inevitable sardines and vodka and then onions and then something that I looked at twice. It was genuine American spam and I had almost forgotten that such a thing existed anywhere. All around me these were intent, fighting forces. Of course, they asked the same unanswerable question about the second front. The corporal in charge of that first gun in the battery asked the same ‘question

"and he was another of these Red

army men I would remember for a long time. oT We drank the toast and several of them. There was friendship here and that. comradery . which

is known only to men who face

death together, day after day, as a matter of course. And. once

ies Win Army-Navy Er rt in the Victory Over Pain

of -administration, - lack - of

after-effects and the fact that it is fire-proof, non-explosive, and easy I makes it stand alongside bl

‘the sulpha drugs and dried

plasma as one of the great||

again the.extraordingry hospitality

of the Red army and this surging buoyant confidence of men at the front. This Ukrainian giant of a Smirnov was pounding the table with his fist. “If you don’t start a second front pretty soon,” he declared, “we will lick the Nazis’ by selves.” S : } in 2 2 8

Ask About 2d Front t

A SOLDIER brought in some wonderfully good raisins from the Caucasus and plain cookies and the tea and the dark-eyed, keen faced major asked dozens of quese tions about America and Britain,

One of them was the one which by 3

now I had heard very often. : “Is it for a political reason that they don’t start the second front? Isn't it more important that Naziism should be crushed once and forever?” It seemed of some cheer to these Russian artillery officers that at least one American was convinced that this, and this alone is the all-important job to “be done. I asked about the Germans’ fighting methods on this front. “Without tanks the German infantry is nothing,” the lieutene ant-colonel replied. “It’s only with technique, with superior weapons, that they fight well, Without tanks and planes, Fritz doesn’t like to fight at all, Bahl What a race of warriors, Man for man we outfight them every time. Look at Stalingrad. Even with great superiority in planes and tanks they still can’t take it, And wait until winter.” “What about the wintem” “This winter will be severt

times harder on the fascists than \ Our men are They

it will be on us. stronger, much stronger. are used to the terrific cold and this year they will use every lesson they learned last winter. We have vast numbers of veterans * from last winter. Take my bate talion. We've had very few losses, We've fought all along the Kalinin front. My men are young but they're all veterans.

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Nazis Need New Troops

“THE GERMANS have had to send a tremendous number of fresh troops into’ Russia along every front. Many of them are S. S. troops. All of these new die visions have had no experience with Russian winter. And all of them are deathly afraid of it.”

“What are German ski troops * |

like?”

Smirnov roared with laughter :

again.’ “I happen to be a skier myself, In fact I won the ski champione ship of the Red army. The Ger= mans—” he laughed loudly and then gave his answer. Properly translated, “lousy.” So we talked on and on, but it was slong after dark now

cand the trackléss prairie would be : 3

difficult to negotiate at night.

The lieutenant-colonel escorted

us down across the gully to our car and ordered his own to ace company us.. He was rumbling horoshos all the way and he ale most cracked my shoulder blade as we said goodby. “We’ll meet you Americans somewhere in Germany,” boomed the lieutenant-colonel. “But you'd better start soon.” + As we ferreted our way across the prairie rockets and flares were shooting up, all along the front and their pattern glowed at inter vals for miles to south and east, Somehow the front always: looks nearer at night.

DENMARK IN NAZIS’ SPHERE OF INTEREST

embassy in Copenhagen is taking

Norway’s interests in Denmark. Up to now Sweden, at the request

-lof ‘King Haakon’s government-ine exile in London, has represented : : | Norwegian™ interests in ‘Denmark.

In future, Norwegians in Dene

| mark desiring consular assistance A | must apply to the consular departe ment of the German embassy in

Copenhagen.

Nachrichten = Zuercher

of interest.

|HOLD EVERYTHING

ours

it was one word,

BERN, Oct. 23.—Proof that the ,| Nazis no longer consider Denmark “neutral is contained in yesterday's’ |announcement that the German

over the representation of occupied

This change, according to today’s . Zeitung, means that Germany definitely re= 5 * |gards Denmark as within her sphere =