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THURSDAY. JULY 13, 1944
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER 1: The story of the famous
19th and 7th Bombardment Groups, of
Lieut. Col. Frank Kurtz and his Fortress
crew in the tremendous air campaign
that saved the day for the United Nations
in the Southwest Pacific. Lieut. Kurtz,
who was pilot of the old Fortress, known
as "The Swoose." which escaped from
Clark Field, in the Philippines, tells of
that fatal day when the Japs struck. He
pedals to the wreck of Old 99. finds eight
of his crew lying in an irregular line.
CHAPTER II: Lieut. Kurtz tells how
orders to camouflage Old 99 were coun
termanded instead they were to load
bombs. Then he was ordered to jerk the
bombs, reload with cameras and rush
the camouflage. Preparations made for
taking pictures of Formosa. Someone
shouts. Look at that pretty navy forma
tion." The "navy formation” happens to
be a flight of Jap planes.
CHAPTER III: Bombs hit the mess
hall. The Japs move off. They hear
another hum. ”P-40's.” they think, but
they prove to be Zeros coming in from
the direction of Corregidor. The boys
duck back into their foxholes.
CHAPTER IV: The pilots are given
their targets and towering above the
group is Colin Kelly, about to head out
on his first mission. Buzz Wagner is
chased by Japs in his P-40. He meets
Lieut. Russ Church and they bomb a
Jap field. Church fails to return. The
death of Colin Kelly.
CHAPTER V: Fortresses are kent in
the air to save thern from the Japs.
Through son-IO 1 5 1 i compfinp onpns
fire on them. Japs begin photographing
the place. No longer safe to sleep in the
barracks, co*s are nnoved into a corn
field. With no fightiere left to defend
them, evacu ation be$jins. Lieut. Kurtz
tells of last ilane trip out in a patched
up plane. Japs land liight tanks at Apart.
Squadron commander Major Gibbs falls
to return ’from mission. U. S. forces flee
from Clark Field to Mindanao.
CHAPTER VI: Navigator Harry
Schreiber tells of a fight with Zeros in
which Shorty Wheless takes part. He
lands in a rice paddy and is surrounded
by Filipinos. The crew buys an outrigger
canoe and sail to the isle of Panay. Later
they take off for Australia.
CHAPTER VII: Lieut. Kurtz takes up
the story again. He described the hot,
dry Christmas day in Australia, and how
U. S. fliers spent it. A report comes in
over CW radio. It was from Schaetzel
saying he‘d be in after dark with one
body aboard. Schaetzel gets in, his plane
a wreck. Gen. Brereton lands on the
field and the boys are summoned to a
meeting.
CHAPTER VIII: U. S. fliers arrive at
the Dutch field, and shortly after start
on flight for Davao, in the Philippines,
but run short of gas and come home.
Gas up and take off at midnight for
Davao, but fail to make target. On third
trip over, Kurtz sees tremendous concen
tration of ships, makes bomb run. Jap
fighters come up. "Bombs away!"
CHAPTER IX: Bombardier says they
had caught Japs flat-footed. At Malang
Field boys are briefed before dawn,
told about big concentration of Jap ships
N.E. of Borneo. They take off. out hit
a frightful fog. Cannot see plane right
ahead. Coming out of fog they see a
huge black cloud resembling tornado. It
was the Dutch burning their Borneo oil.
CHAPTER X: One of Kurtz’ motors is
hit as they approach target. He makes
direct hit on cruiser. Losing altitude
fast. Tries to make Malang Field on
Java, but changes mind and heads for
Surabaya Field. Seta her down safely on
short runway. Dutch get reinforcements
from U. S.—new E model Forts.
CHAPTER XI: Bombardier tells of
hazardous trip to Brazil when running
low on gas. and of sabotage on planes.
Gunner picks up the story, tells how E
model Fortresses tangled with the Japs.
CHAPTER XII: Lieut. Kurtz tells of
bombing run on cruiser. Two hits scored.
Major Robinson radios to Skiles: “Radio
base at Malang to have ambulance
ready.” Then Major Robinson’s plane
goes into a dive and crashes into sea.
CHAPTER XIII: A Jap transport hit
by U. S. bomb, goes up in confetti. Lieut.
Kurtz, now in Batavia, gets word that
P-40’s are on way from Australia with
belly tanks The P-40’s arrive at Gnoro.
Japs move into Borneo and the Celebes,
and three waves of Jap bombers fly over
Java.
CHAPTER XIV: An American sub
sneaks through from Corregidor with 14
passengers aboard. Sergt. Boone, the
gunner, tells how Queens die.
CHAPTER XV: Java sea now full of
Jap carriers, continues Lieut. Kurtz. Japs
bombard helpless Dutch town. Scant
Dutch rations described. Japs come
over and blow up the kitchen a bomb
scores a direct hit on their supply of beer.
CHAPTER XVI: Japs learn weakness
of E model Fortress, and U. S. fliers put
in a ,50-caliber machine gun. Attack a
Jap cruiser. Lieut. Kurtz senses he is
being watched.
CHAPTER XVII: Morale sags when
boys learn that an aircraft tender stacked
with P-40's goes down with all on board,
and the story of the Marblehead and the
Houston gets around. Bud Sprague gets
his commission as Lieut. Col. in the
morning rides to his death in a dive
bomber in the afternoon. Japs take Bali
field. Java begins to cave in.
CHAPTER XVIII: The Dutch blow up
their ammunition dumps and the order
comes through to evacuate. Some of
the boys head for Australia, as Java
begins collapsing all around. The little
Dutch navy fights a losing fight
CHAPTER XIX
"When I said I hadn’t got it, he
said if it ever did come through, I
wasn’t to open it until he got back,
or something like that. He’d meant
every word of it, and yet now it
seemed he didn’t want me to see it.
I couldn’t understand. But it didn’t
seem to matter. Because what did
any letter matter, now that we could
talk, all we wanted to, around the
world?"
"It was long after midnight when
we finished,” said Frank. "But it
was some satisfaction to know it
would cost the Japanese maybe five
hundred dollars, and I only hoped
I’d be out of Java so they couldn’t
collect from me.
"Then I got back to work on the
Dutch military, who of course were
up all that night. They knew what
was coming tomorrow even if the
civilians were only beginning to sus
pect. It was two o’clock in the
morning when I got Major Fisher
cut of bed with the news that al
ready the landing barges of one
flank of this invasion force had been
sighted right off the beach.
"After a final desperate call to
the Dutch General van Oeyen, he
agreed our boys might leave, turn
ing their P-40’s over to the Dutch
fighter pilots, provided that before
they went they strafed the Jap land
ing barges. Without verbal orders
from the Dutch commander, they
would not have gone.
"So I rustled two cars and a truck
to transport them, and by four
o’clock we were headed for Gnoro.
We got there a few minutes before
dawn, to find our boys were up and
out on that final mission, although
thc2i did nsi know it was. their Last*
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"Again we teFephonecT Van Oeyen
in Surabaya to tell him the orders
had been obeyed, and he told us re
luctantly to bid them Godspeed and
good luck they had fought the good
fight, and those who returned from
this mission were now free to go to
Australia. If there was a way.
"I hoped there still would be. The
Colonel had told me the day before
that if I could get them across Java
—to Jockstrap—by noon, they would
find three Fortresses which he had
ordered back from Australia to pick
them up. However, he couldn’t guar
antee that these Forts would dare
wait on that field beyond noon.
"As wre stood on the Gnoro Field
of course I got tense. Would those
kids come back alive and in time to
get across Java by noon? If we were
late, would the bomber pilots get
jittery and maybe pull out without
us? Not that I’d blame them, for
today no plane would be safe on any
field in Java.
"The Dutch pilots are grave, but
they make us welcome.
"Then comes the roar of P-40’s
and here is the first flight—in out of
the Rising Sun as though fleeing
from it. Jack Dale is its leader.
We grab them. What happened’
"It looks bat they tell us. There
were so many barges. And when
they started spraying them, the
barges threw up horrible cones oi
fire, in great nnasses. There? was a
cross fire, too--from Jap sheare bat
teries, already landed. At 1ist thev
had set their ugly, crooked teeth
into the fair wlnte coastline af Java.
Jack said, hotvever, that
e?
could
see his bullets taking effect as the
Japs spread out, either div in or he
ing blown off their barges. But he
said he found he was flying so low
that his own iaropelier was picking
up the water splashes of his bullets
ahead, so he ad to pull up.
"Just as he did this, he noticed
his wing man was also pul ing up,
and out to the right, and letting his
wheels down—now he could see his
wing man was on fire. Jac k called
out to him to bail out quick, not to
try to come in on the beach. But
then things were happening to Jack
so fast he couldn’t watch what hap
pened elsewhere, for he had to pull
out for his next pass.
"Then Jack said, in a low voice,
‘When in hell will we get out of
here, Frank?’
“I said I had news for him, but
just then the next flight comes roar
ing in—it’s three Hurricanes flown
by Dutch pilots, all that is left of
the Dutch Air Force this final day,
except of course they had plane
less pilots who were to take up our
abandoned P-40’s. They bounce out
of their planes, Hurricanes, still ex
cited from the strafing party. But
when we question them, they say
yes, they had done some little dam
age, but it had not been worth it.
"Now here’s the third flight, buzz
ing in low—P-40’s this time, and the
American boys still have their old
spirit left because they buzz up the
drome, come roaring in right over
the roof of the operations office—for
a fighter pilot it’s like knocking at
the door. They’re still the old 17th
Pursuit Group—or what’s left of
them.
"Because the wing man on this
flight had been caught in what the
other two said was a ‘furious’ cross
fire of beach and barge guns—it’s
a word fighter pilots don’t use often
—and had dropped into the sea
among the barges.
"I looked at the P-40’s. They are
so full of holes they should be con
demned—there is hardly one the
Dutch would dare take up again. We
were leaving them little enough.
"Now my boys are gulping coffee.
They grab an apple each and sand
wiches to take along, and cram
things in their bags, and I suppose
it’s time for goodbys. Captain Ana
maet, leader of the Dutch fighters,
tall, thin, dark-haired, with a finely
chiseled face, nervous like many
fighters, is standing silent at one
side. His Dutch boys are with him.
"What can we say? Our American
boys have fought with them like
brothers for weeks. We're now mak
ing a dash for safety. We can’t
say what we don’t mean, but how
can we say we’ll hope to see them
again, when all know we never will?
Or wish them good luck, which all
know they can’t have? I stand there,
tongue-tied.
"Anamaet is the courageous one.
He walks forward, puts up his hand,
and says simply, without a quaver,
‘Thanks for all you have done. We
have tried, but we are finished.*
Gravely, and with no bitterness.
"I ask him why he and all his
boys don’t come out with us. We’ll
find room for him in the planes.
Then we can continue the war from
Australia. He shakes his head. His
place is here.
“Now our boys are loaded in the
truck, and presently we’re out on
the main highway, headed across
Java, but just then we hear a fa
miliar drone—Jap dive bombers.
Smelling their way into Java,
they’ve finally found this field. It’s
only luck they hadn't found it be
fore. Our boys crowd against the
tail gate of the truck to watch them
peel off one by one, assume that
40-degree angle toward the ground,
let go the little egg, pull out of their
dives and then—r-r-r-umpf, the bomb
takes hold. It punctuates the les
son we’d been trying for days to
drive home to the Dutch infantry
generals—that the field was now un
tenable. It was only the weather
which kept the Japs out of it yes
terday.
"But now we have worries of our
own. There are seventy-six of us
in this little caravan—fifteen of
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them pilots. Asefiave only one road
map. so the drivers’ instructions are
to drive carefully and stay to
gether. It’s a long drive at the
speed we can make. A close squeeze
to make it by noon. Then, in spite
of the road map, we get lost—not
badly, but two or three times we
must backtrack. Then I see we'U
never make it by noon. The boys,
tired from many weeks of fighting,
try to doze standing up in that jolt
ing truck. I don’t sleep, but I
have nightmares. At every cross
roads I wonder if lightning-fast light
Jap tanks mayn’t come sliding in
on us. Even if we had tim^to turn
and run before they open fire with
their turret guns, they would have
cut off our escape to Jockstrap.
"My wristwatch hour hand seems
to race. These tired boys, bounc
ing in that truck, trust me. The Air
Corps got them in here now the Air
Corps is getting what is left of them
out. They don’t doubt that a big
bomber will be waiting with its door
open on the Jockstrap runway to
take them to Australia. Suppose we
get there to find the bomber pilots
have waited past the rendezvous
hours, and then gone on back to
Australia empty—and we look at a
vacant field knowing the Japs are
closing in behind us?
"My watch hand races toward
noon and we’re still hours from
Jockstrap, but I have an idea. We’re
not far from w-hat shows on my
map as a fair-sized town which
should have telephones from which,
while the boys have lunch, I can
call the Colonel and tell him we’re
on our way—that those bombers
must wait.
"The town is a sleepy little place
built round what at a quick glance
one might mistake for a Middle
Western courthouse square. War
hasn’t touched it, and you’d think
could never come. In the hotel they
stare at our uniforms—they’re the
first American ones they’ve seen.
The boys order, while I hunt a tele
phone to call the Colonel at Jock
strap.
"But minutes tick by and they
can’t locate him. Nor anyone else
who can deliver a message that we
are coming, and those bombers
must wait.
"Do I w’aste more time calling?
Or do we hurry on, hoping w’e’ll
get there before they are frightened
from the field? That seems more
sensible, so we forge on. I haven’t
the heart to tell them I couldn’t
reach the Colonel.
"They’re all tired in the cars,
there’s no wrestling or kidding,
which is amazing for fighter pilots.
It was two o’clock in the morning
when I got Major Fisher out of bed.
Finally I know from the map we
must be approaching Jockstrap.
But on what side of the town is the
field? We can’t waste precious min
utes uselessly fighting its narrow
streets.
"Then, to one side, I see leaping
flames and a column of smoke.
That’s all the marker you need to
find an airdrome at this stage of a
war. I tell the driver to steer for
the smoke and he’ll find the field.
"And at first it seems all to
have been for nothing. There are
the hangars, split wide open—six or
seven Forts burning merrily. Also
the water tower is hit. Profession
ally, I admire it as one of the best
bomb runs I’ve ever seen. The Japs
seem to have made a perfect job of
cutting off our retreat—but no!
There remains a single Fortress!
“It seems Lieutenant Vandevan
ter managed in the nick of time to
get her off the ground, and flew out
to sea until the raid was over. Luck
ily they sent only bombers, and no
Zeros which could shoot him down.
Here he is now7, perched on the edge
of the field.
"But at the utmost he can carry
only a third of us. I dispatch about
fifty in the trucks to Madiun Field,
hoping it isn’t blown up, and that
two Forts the Colonel tells me are
due in from Australia can get them
out.
"And now wre have a bonfire of
everything we couldn’t take with us,
but which we don’t want the Japs
to have—all our photographs, every
official paper, the entire records of
the 17th Pursuit Group for the Java
and Philippine wars. It all goes
up in those flames on Jockstrap
Field forever—except what the few
remaining boys standing around that
fire can remember of what the oth
ers did. We even chuck in a few
bomb sights that were kicking
around—for luck, and for kindling
mostly.
"But just as the flames were leap
ing highest, the air-raid siren start
ed to scream. We dived for a drain
age ditch, and I think I got my
worst scare of the war. Because
yn above .were .two 7___ a^roach-
FFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON,
ing, and down here on the field was
our solitary Fortress our last
chance to escape—sitting in front of
God and everybody (including those
Japs) mother-naked and defense
less. How long I held my breath,
staring up into the sky, I couldn’t
say now. But for some reason they
hadn’t dived on us yet, and then
when one rolled up to let the other
take a picture I realized it was only
a recco flight, to take the damage
they’d done a few hours before.
"I began loading the boys into
that plane. But I did one final thing.
I couldn’t forget Captain Anamaet,
standing there on that Gnoro Field
watching us pull out, and if I’d
w’anted to, the others wouldn’t have
let me. So with the Dutch liaison
officer there at Jockstrap, we made
arrangements that if tomorrow night
we could get any planes through
from Australia, they would circle our
old bomber field at Malang. The
liaison officer was to notify Ana
maet, so that if his Dutch fighter
pilots could get there, and Malang
wasn’t by then in Jap hands, they
would light a bonfire on its field as
a signal that it was safe for our
Forts to come in and pick them up
and take them out to Australia,
where we’d have another chance to
fight the war together.
"We kept the date. The next night
Captains Bill Bohnaker and Eddie
Green slipped through to Malang.
For forty-five minutes they circled
our old field. But there was no
bonfire. Maybe Anamaet’s boys had
died during the day, giving their all
for Java. Maybe they’d got to the
field just ahead of the Japs and
were now prisoners, unable to light
their bonfire but listening in the
darkness as Bill and Eddie circled
and circled above them. What hap
pened we never knew. But I’m
glad w*e couldn’t have foreseen that
darkened field at Malang as we all
climbed into our own Fortress,
turned off the Jockstrap field, and
headed east for Australia, flying into
a rising moon."
“Nothing much was going to hap
pen on that flight to Australia," con
tinued Frank, "although we couldn't
know’ it. All had to cram forw’ard
for the takeoff, o
battle stations, and only after we
were halfway across the ocean did
the gunners leave their turrets. I
rode up in the pilot's compartment,
and there W’ere at least seven of
us there, three sitting on the floor.
"At two o’clock in the morning we
sight the coast in the moonlight,
which gives it a ghostly hue. It’s
just flat desert, but finally we find
the little town of Broome. We cir
cle it and finally a flare path breaks
out below—they’re tossing kerosene
flares out of a moving auto to show
us the runway, so we circle and
come in.
"In peacetime a little airline
makes monthly trips up to this field
—there are no railroads, and a sea
voyage from Melbourne takes weeks
—so part of us slept in its hangar
shack, and the rest in the plane. That
hangar and field reminded me of
the Middle West in the old barn
storming days of the twenties.
"I couldn’t sleep. The mosquitoes
were making me groggy, and also I
was thinking of our planes circling
Malang Field for Anamaet. After
a while I got up and looked out the
hangar door. The first pale dawn
was breaking over Broome, which
I could now’ see consisted of a gen
eral store, a gas station, two houses,
and this hangar shack—perched out
here on the edge of nothing, where
the red sand desert of Australia
meets the blue salt desert of the sea.
Mt. Cory
Mrs. Cecil Roach and children of
Cleveland are visiting in the home of
Mrs. Roach’s mother, Mrs. Bessie
Guin.
Mrs. Clara Beauman of Findlay
was a recent over night guest in the
home of Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Kramer.
Ruth Ghaster has accepted a
position with the Smith Bros. Co. in
Findlay.
Mr. and Mrs. H. I. Fritz and
family are visiting Mr. Fritz’ parents
in Cleveland.
Mr. and Mrs. Willis King are the
parents of a daughter born at the
Findlay Hospital Sunday morning.
Willis King is the son of Dr. and
Mrs. A. E. King of this place.
Mrs. Nathan Guin and children
have moved into the Doty property
on Main street.
Mrs. Laura Ghaster and daughter
Ruth, Mary Welty, Elizabeth Flay th
attended the employees picnic of
Smith Bros. Co. at Riverside Park
in Findlay, Sunday. The picnic was
given by Union Local 22.
Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Kramer at
tended the Rodeo at Bluffton the 4th.
Mrs. Della Spinker and Peter
Walhovey, of Toledo w’ere Fourth of
July dinner guests of Mrs. Laura
Ghaster and daughter Ruth. Mr. and
Mrs. J. E. Jones w’ere afternoon
callers.
Mr. and Mrs. John Bubring of
Kane, Pa., were recent supper guests
of Mr. and Mrs. M. E. Moyer.
Mrs. Nelson Trask of New’ Orleans
is visiting in the home of her sister
and family Mr. and Mrs. Jim Fields.
Lost Time is never found again
and what we call Time enough, al
ways proves little enough.
OHIO
Mcuttlij,
P&iAatud
You know the old couplet—hot
and dry thru July but ’twas
not ever thus last year’s wheat
harvest was one big headache be
cause continued rains made it impos
sible to get binders into the fields—
ton to mention combines and
oats grew rank and tangled and
one year ago this week 150 acres in
Union township were flooded when
the Moyer ditch went on a rampage
and remember when cloudbursts
washed out victory gardens last year
—and this year they’re burning up
pastures have vanished and
there hasn’t been a rain for three
weeks and milk dealers who
were wondering w’hat to do with
their surplus two months ago are
now scratching their heads wonder
ing where they can find some
and they're still talking about the
rodeo, said to be the biggest pro
motion project ever put across in
Bluton—some of the boys say that
5,000 was about the correct attend
ance figure, counting those who look
ed over the fence and speaking
of the rodeo, Wilbur Frantz north
on the Dixie one of the spark plugs
which made the rodeo go, is riding
his horse into work this week—
says he used all his gas coupons
promoting the big show
Word from George Moser that he
landed in France with the first
contingents of troops on D-day. His
wife is the former Pearl Beery,
daughter of Joshua Beery and a
sister of Mrs. Clayton Murray. She
and her little son who formerly
lived in Lima have gone to Denver,
Colorado where they will reside for
the duration.
Snakes alive—yes, they’re very
much alive—those reptiles which
Charles Trippiehorn has been show
ing in the News window. The milk
snake shown last week spent much
of its time under cover because of
the heat. The blue racer this week
promises to be more active. Charles,
who know’s more about snakes than
anyone else we have heard of in
this section, says the ones usually
found here are harmless and should
not be killed. They are helpful to
farmers because they eat bugs, mice
and other rodents.
Bluffton’s new’ school superintend
ten—Ralph Lanham—is a personal
friend of Paul Brown, former head
football coach of Ohio State uni
versity. In fact the two were room
mates while taking graduate work
at Ohio State, several years ago.
Before taking the coaching job at
Columbus, Brown was coach of the
Massillon high school team which
made football history. He is now in
the armed services.
Bluffton cousins—Maynard Coon
and James Gratz, both in the navy
and serving on different ships, spent
an evening together w’hen their ves
sels w’ere docked at a port in the
south Pacific area. Coon is the son
of Mr. and Mrs. Lee Coon and Gratz
the son of Mr. and Mrs. Leonard
Gratz.
They’re still talking about that
resourceful kid who finally crashed
the grandstand at the rodeo. After
attempting several ruses unsuccess
fully, he observed I hat y •ungste
selling candy had free access to the
stands. So before long here came
our hero carrying a cardboard box
with one lone candy bar prominently
displayed. He grinned at Bob Ben
roth, gatekeeper, Bob grinned back
and waved him admission to the
stands.
News of the death of Minard
Deeds killed in action in the south
west Pacific recalled to football fans
that here was an example of the
old saying that precious things come
in small packages. Miny, weighing
just 140 pounds held down a guard
position on the Bluffton College
football line and proved himself a
better man than many a heavier
antagonist. Coach Zig Burcky al
most keeled over the first time tiny
Miny as a freshman reported for
football practise and announced that
he was going to try out for the line.
Zig didn’t know af the time that
Miny had been working as a section
hand on the railroad all summer
to get into condition for varsity
football. Besides his light weight
he was handicapped with asthma
which made it difficult for hjm to
play until after frost.
Charlie Lambert, one time Bluffton
retailer in town Saturday looking
up old friends. Charlie has been
living in Muncie, Ind., these many
years. If you recall when he ran
the Racket store here, your memory
goes back for nearly forty years.
garden grown roa:
ed this s
1 by the Silas
th Main street wi
of the Early Ba
ipper last Frida
to the fact that the I
date is no stranger
in fact he traveled
a salesman for a
concern some fifteen years ago and
is know’n to a number of th
druggists and physicians.
Congratulations to John Winkler,
former Blufftonite who celebrated his
eightieth birthday anniversary last
Friday—and that’s not all—John at
four score years is still holding down
a steady job in a gasket manufactur
ing concern out in Los Angeles where
he has been living for many years.
He still keeps in touch with Bluff
ton people thru the columns of the
News.
LaFayette
Mr. and Mrs. John Adam spent
several days with relatives in Perry
county.
Mr. and Mrs. Avery Hefner of
Hamilton returned to their home
after spending their vacation with
Mrs. Inez Lippincott.
Recent callers of Mrs. Jennie Ever
sole were: Mrs. Mollie AHerding of
Ada, Mr. and Mrs. jy Moore and
son of Cin einnati, Mrs. Avery Hefner
of Hamilton, Mrs. Inez Lippincott
25 MEN WANTED
The War Department and Navy are pressing us hard for maximum
production of tires, tubes, life belts, landing boats and pontoons.
Experience Not Necessary—Paid While You Learn
GOOD WAGES-STEADY WORK
Time and Half After 40 Hours
As our production is essential war work we invite
4-F MEN OR 1-A-L MEN
who are not now in essential war work
GOOD PROSPECTS FOR REGULAR
EMPLOYMENT AFTER THE WAR
All applicants must comply with W. M. C.
stabilization program.
THE COOPER CORPORATION
FINDLAY, OHIO
All Hiring Done Through the
United States Employment Service
216 South Main St, Findlay, Ohio
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Mrs. Laura Biteman and Mr. and
Mrs. John Boutwell of Lima.
Miss Alice Whetstone of Lima
spent Thursday with Mr. and Mrs.
T. J. Ludwig.
Mrs. Ida Boyd was a Thursday
guest of Mrs. Eda Hall.
Nancy Cotner of Dayton spent
Thursday with Mrs. Laura Biteman.
Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Watt and
son and Mr. Charles Watt of Lima
were Tuesday guests of Mr. and Mrs.
R. E. Watt.
Mrs. Zell a Hawk spent a few days
with her sister, Mrs. Zelma Holman
of Ft. Wayne, Ind.
Jimmy Holman of Ft. Wayne and
Mr. and Mrs. Chester Long and
daughters were Sunday dinner guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Russell Hawk and
family.
The War Production Board has al
located 30 per cent more potash for
fertilizer in the 10-month period end
ing April 1, 1945, than was available
in those months of 1943-44, but the
increased supply is not expected to
meet all demands for this plant food.
Complete Insurance
Service
AUTO, FIRE, LIFE.
CASUALTY
PAUL E. WHITMER
245 W. Grove St. Phone 350-W
Bluffton, Ohio
Representing
Farm Bureau Mutual Automobile
Insurance Co., Farm Bureau
Mutual Fire Insurance Co.. Farm
Bureau Life Insurance Company
Home Office: Columbus, Ohio.
Porch, Peck and
Floor Enamel
Req. 1.09 SSCQL
Stands the toughest wear.
Use on wood or concrete.
Bluffton Implement
& Harness Co.
Firestone Dealers
THE A. C. & Y.
RAILROAD NEEDS
BRAKEMEN
BOILERMAKERS
MACHINISTS
CAR REPAIRMEN
SECTIONMEN
TELEGRAPH OPERATORS
BRIDGE AND BUILDING
CARPENTERS
Must meet WMC requirements.
These are full wartime jobs and
good possibilities for postwar
work. Liberal railroad retirement
and unemployment benefits.
Call at the nearest A. C. & Y.
station and the agent will give
you complete information.
The Akron, Canton &
Youngstown Railroad Co.