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TO PUBLISH PAPER MONTANA LEGION AIRE WILL BE NAME OF NEW PUBLICATION OF RETURNED VETS Will Make Its Appearance Soon in Butte; Is to be Edited and Man aged by Former Service Men; Ef fort Will be Made to Help the Re turned and Wounded Boys. The Montana Legionaire, the offi cial publication of the Montana branch of the American Legion, soon is to make its initial appearance to the public from a press in Butte. Its policies, like those of the le gion itself, are to be strictly non-poli tical and non-partisan. It will be published under the dir ection and supervision of the state executive committee of the legion, which consists of the following mem bers: C. B. Pew, state commander, t Helena; Donald R. Moffett, state vice commander, Billings; Ben W. Bar nett, state adjutant, Helena; Mose S. Cohen, state finance officer, Butte, and Herbert M. Peet, Harlowton. C. Myers Bardine, a Butte news paper man and a member of Silver Bow Post No. 1, will manage and dir ect the activities of the paper. F. E. Woodard, a well known newspaper man from the eastern part of the state, and a member of the Richland Post of the American Legion, will be connected with the weekly as associate editor. The paper, besides being an open letter from the state executive com mittee to the various posts and mem bers throughout the state, will take up as part of its regular duty the ex planation and analysis of all legis lation or proposed legislation that ap plies to ex-service men in any way. A particular function of the paper, and one which will absorb a consid erable portion of its activities, will be in aiding the government's efforts toward the compensation and voca tional training of the disabled sol diers of Montana. While the paper will have no direct connection with this part of the government's work, still Leil Fredricks, state replacement officer for Montana, feels that the publicity which the paper can give to the work of the department will a better understanding among all the people of the state as to what the government is really trying to do. Perhaps the most important of all its purposes will be a state-wide em ployment bureau for all returned ser vice men. This bureau will not only be free to all ex-service men, but will also be free to all employers of men who have positions open for the re turned service men of the state. An effort will be made to help any soldier who wishes to take advant age of his service In the army to make application for reclamation land. Departments will be given over to the women's auxiliary and to the Boy Scouts of Montana. At the present time there are 60 or more posts of the American Le gion in Montana, with a total mem bership of 10,000. As every legion member through payment of dues and general connection with the le gion, automatically receives each is sue of the paper, its circulation into every part of the state is an assured fact. -o Tom Cat Has $100 Breakfast A stray tomcat projected himself into the annual poultry show in the Madison Square Garden, New York, and had a $100 breakfast on two carrier pigeons on exhibition by a Baltimore fancier. The homeless feline squeezed into the garden in some unknown way and feasted his eyes on the 14,000 birds, finally tearing the muslin off the crate hous ing the pigeons. Only a few feathers were left to tell the tale. The cat escaped. Coffee Prices Are Up But There 's No Raise In Price Of Instant Postum Try this delicious table drink of coffee-like flavor in. place of your next pound of coffee. Note fixe satisfaction, not only to purse but to tiGoltbu and you'll continue to drinks tbls delightful family beverage. "Theres a /Reason. I >» Made by Postum Cereal Company Battle Creèk . Michigan. J âViâTIRKg WRIT Montana's premier aviatrix is 3Irs. Georgia Prest, who, before she took to aerial matrimony, was Miss Emerson of Anaconda. She is as beautiful as the angels whose sphere above the clouds she has invaded. Also she Is a young newspaper woman and a year ago was a feature writer on the Ana conda Standard. Just now she and her husband are associated with an aerial transportation com pany operating out of Los Angeles, but they are coming back to Mon tana soon. This is how she became interest ed in aviation. First she became Interested in the aviator. He would take her for long trips in his plane, she sitting behind him in the pit. Because of the good looks with which Providence has blessed her the young man was constantly turning his head to look at her. This, of course, was dangerous. She did not want to give up these delightful trips through the air, nor did she wish to be re sponsible for the death of the young aviator who would let his controls go to look at bright eyes and dimples. So she married him to save his life. This is her own story: How did I become an aviatrix? I married an aviator. I can think of no more valid rea son to explain my own case—I was thrown into first-hand touch with aeronautics and was not long In winging it into the blue azure to view the world beneath from a dozen different angles. Had my own husband not been a flyer, it is an almost certainty that I might still have my first trip off the earth to make; and, inversely, as he is an aviator, it seems as natural to me to fly with him as it must seem natural to other women to ride with their husbands upon terra firma in the family automobile. Perhaps it is hardly accurate to call myself a full blooded flyer, but as mechanician and chief of staff for the speedier half of the family I contribute to its support. I believe the youngest femlne aerial traveler is my own little daughter, whom I took to an al titude of 2,600 feet before she was six months old. She evidently en joyed the trip as much as I did and if any ill effects resulted t-hey are hard to locate, as she grows bigger every day. My first flying experience was at Venice, Cal., in December, 1917, when I made my maiden voyage in a White Star passenger plane of the Crawford Aeroplane company. Every day for several weeks I had been at the aviation field watching the frequent flights. That is one thing I never tire of. As many machines as I have seen and as much of avia tion as I have grown to know, a machine in the air or on the ground is always a source of keen fascina tion to me. The passengers had come safely back to terra firma, wildly enthusi astic, and I envied them ever so much. Finally the pilot asked me if I would like to try it. I looked at him a moment, trusting that I had under stood him. Then he came toward me, holding out leather coat, hel met and goggles; and let me assure you I established a speed record in garbing myself for the trip. A Greenhorn. I must admit that I presented any thing but a graceful appearance in getting into the ship. I was in every respect of the word, a greenhorn and it took two men to get me firmly es tablished in the front cockpit and strapped in with the safety belt. Then the pilot opened the throttle, the motor roared, and in the newness of it all I found myself wondering whether I entertained any fear. I really can't say that I did or did not. I was so excited I couldn't have told a minute later just what my thoughts :• -, < j IW iMi Hi g m iiy * T •• "■A ;1 | Z' ' ( ' P! /. / •1 r 1 I wr- H ). V I# AN W; v x Mrs. Georgia Prest, Anaconda Girl who is Piloting a Passenger Air plane in Los Angeles. A year ago she was a feature story writer on the Anaconda Standard. I Then the motor stopped its incessant prr, the pilot lifted his arm, the roar was resumed, louder than before; then we swung round and sped off down the field on an ex hilarating race. We turned again, paused for just a moment, while the pilot fastened the were. r m ■: i A 4: ■ i m f m m ■î: : : W ;>1 ijfe m *• k \\ a uL? . ■ ? > Nr . m X . ,. '■VM M The Plane "Poison," a Small but Powerful machine, the invention of Mrs. Prest's Husband. collar of his coat, and were off with such speed that my breath was mo mentarily snatched from me. I look ed over the side, the hangar and spectators whizzed by below me, and I realized that we were In the air. I breathed a sigh of relief and settled back to enjoy fully the rest of the ride. He sat there and he must know; I breathed sigh Straight ahead, as far as I could see, lay the blue Pacific, and beneath me, as I rose, the houses, canals and summer Sunday crowds grew smaller and smaller. Suddenly a sense of change in speed overcame me—something must be wrong—but no! The motor roar ed on as it had been doing. I turned to look at the pilot, very nonchalantly looking over the side. He didn't seem to be worried. number two. I learned later that this is the rule rather than the ex ception. Once in the air, the pas senger and pilot lose all sense of speed. Over the Ocean. We were entirely over the ocean It looked like a place of iri now. descent silk to me—now green, and the next Instant the darkest blue, where the deeper recesses sank from the shallow sand bars. Then something hit me in the back. I turned. The pilot was pointing to three other machines, above and below us, tossing and tumbling through space in stunts. It was thrilling and I would have liked to have kept right on going across the Pacific, glance at the cherry-blossom land and be back home in time for supper, but we were turning again and the motor had stopped its thunder. We were going down. A moment later we were roll ing toward the hangar and other peo pie were passing their wraps to friends In preparing for their trip. We stopped, and I managed to get out a little more gracefully than I had climbed in, though at my best I am no Pavlowa. My feelings? Well, my ears rang terribly and my head sang, too, but that soon passed off. Worst of all, right over the ridge of my nose, where my goggles had laid, and be low that, spots of oil belled me as a measles patient. That was my first, but then and there I made up my mind to have more if it was within my power to do so. Gets Used to It. Following this, I took numberless trips, during the course of which my feeling of timidity completely disap peared and I found myself looking forward to a jaunt with the greatest of pleasure. I had my share of side slips, Immelmans, loops, tail spins and nose dives and can now defy any one to frighten me while journeying via plane. In the early part of the summer, I left California to visit my parents in Anaconda, and from then until early It was during this time, however, that my husband completed a mach ine of his own design, the smallest real airplane in the world, for which he received distinguished recogni tion. The following dimensions will give you a little idea of its diminu tiveness: Span,, 18 feet; length, 14 and one-half feet; weight, 600 pounds; speed 45 to 100 miles per hour? climbs 1,400 feet a minute. It is powered by a 7-cylinder Gyro (rotary) motor. It is a remarkable little machine, very speedy but treacherous, though it answers con trols instantaneoüsly. Prest has named it "Poison—Dose One Drop," and the fuselage is decorated with a grinning, hideous skull and cross bones. During the same period a four-pas senger commercial "ship'' was com pleted, which later came into our pos session. Aviation is coming.rapidly into its own. In fact its advance has been much more rapid than that of the automobile, and with it it carries women as well as men, even in the realm of the sensational. Women have even changed in mid air from one plane to another. To Miss Elsie Menn of Chicago belongs the distinction of being the first woman to accomplish this dare-devil feat. Before hundreds of spectators at McCook field, Nov. 14, 1919, Miss Menn successfully changed planes in midair by means of a rope ladder. Rest assured that it will not be long before there will be women's aerial circuses on tour, as there are men's today. I look for a most brilliant future for women in aviation. Of course, all women are not adapted to It, but those who are will not hestitate tq attempt what has already been done by the sterner sex. And a few years in the future I expect to hear my daughter say over the wireless phone from Los Angeles: "Oh, yes, mother. I'll fly up to An aconda in the morning for that pat tern." Each year, as the new year is ushered jn, young Time bears more and more a resemblance to the pres ent-day aviator. Here's hoping it won't be many years before he'll be ushered in a faultlessly-garbed avia tor! "When ceaseless noises weary me, And countless faces tire. Then I seek peace with thee, my plane. My paramount desire. "The luring of the mountains And the restless seas are vain, For I have found a perfect rest In thee, my aeroplane." MAGAZINE DEALS WITH MONTANA ACTIVITIES The latest number of Dun's Inter national Review, published by R. G. Dun & Co., for circulation in foreign countries, contains an illustrated article on wool production, written by Philip S. Rush of Butte, state manager for Dun's. Besides giving Montana favorable notice, the article contains a num ber of photographs taken in this state, showing sheep ranging on the Montana pastures, etc. Dun's International Review is one of the leading publications Issued in this country in the Interest of inter national trade conditions, and its cir culation in Australia and South America is very extensive. T ft He says skate I'm a good » — Chesterfield A real pai—that's Chesterfield. Look at its record. Three million smokers —less than five years the market! Two words explain it— fit on « They Satisfy!" /Trestcrfield SILVER CAMP OF NEHMT GROWING AS THE POPULATION INCREASES MANY NEW BUSINESS UNDER TAKINGS OPEN Old Camp Brought Back to Life by the Mounting Price of Silver; a Newspaper to be Established Many Buildings Under Mines Shipping Ore. Construction ; Aladdin robbed his silver lamp and the town of Neihart, which has been sleeping for a quarter of a century, waked and is taking on new life. The old silver lodes, abandoned when silver went to pieces, are being opened np and hundreds of miners are finding em ployment there. The town had a population of perhaps ÜT» two years ago and if is expected that It will he the homo of more than 1,000 in dividuals in the near future. Here are some of the outstanding facts about Neihart; It has a modern system of water works. Eleven carloads of ore were ship ped out of there one day this week. Work is plentiful and there is no trouble about getting on in the mines. A weekly newspaper, the Neihart Mining News, will be started in a couple of weeks by J. B. Densmore, manager of the Belt Valley Times. A large sawmill is in operation. Two cars of lumber were turned out from it one day last week. Many new houses are being built; hotels and apartment houses are be ing remodeled. The Neihart Consolidated Mining company's properties, electrically equipped throughout, will be running full force within a few days. Neihart has a modern club, sus tained by the young miners, that is free to everybody. A motion picture theater will be opened within a few days. -, The Geyser-Glacier Bee Line park to-park roadway goes right through A strictly modern drug store will be opened within a few days by G. A. Dunn, a pharmacist from Hobson. Cement walks on both sides of Main street are planned for spring. The Judge hotel has been newly furnished; it is modern, centrally lo cated and steam heated. It is now under new management, A. C. Taylor being the proprietor, and has been re-named the New Judge hotel. Neihart has good camping grounds on the edge of the city, one of the best in the country, which will espe cially appeal to tourists. It is beside a mountain stream and besides is supplied with city water. Pishing is good above Neihart. MONTANA SOLDIERS GET MANY FEDERAL AWARDS Recognition of the parts the 362nd infantry and the 346th machine gun battalion played in the fighting in France is given by the war depart ment in seven silver bands, for their participation in seven engagements in which the majority of the com mands were engaged. These bands will be placed on the staffs of the regimental colors which have already been received by Adjutant General Phil Greenan, when the war depart ment determined that the greater number of men in these organizations were from Montana. The inscriptions on the bands sent to the 362nd infantry are: "Meuse-Argonne offensive, France, September 26 to October 4, 1918. "Meuse-Argonne offensive, France, October 8 to October 12, 1918. "Ypres-Lys offensive, Belgium, Oc tober 31 to November 4, 1918. "Ypres-Lys offensive, Belgium, No vember 10 to November 11, 1918." The inscriptions on the bands sent to the 346th machine gun battalion are the same as those for the 362nd infantry except the organization was not in the second Meuse-Argonne fight. Bolshevists Capture Montanan Captain Edward H. Charette, who, according to reports, has been cap tured by Bolshevik troops in Siberia, is well known in Montana. He was a hospital steward in the First Mon tana volunteers and was in the Phil ippines, according to Adjutant Gen eral Phil Greenan. General Greenan said Captain Charette was a druggist, enlisted in the First Montana In Great Falls and later conducted drug stores in Anaconda and Butte.