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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* QUEENS DIE PROUDLY ©.WHITE W.N.U.TIATUfttS "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 THE BL 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 PAGE SEVEM 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.