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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, f,Look at that pretty navy forma
tion." The “navy formation” happens to
be a flight of Jap planes.
CHAPTER HI: Bombs hit the mess
hall. The Japs move off. They hear
another hum. "P-40's.” they think, but
they prove to be Zeros corning 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. Burz 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 them from the Japs.
Through some mistake someone opens
fire on them. Japs begin photographing
the place. No longer safe to sleep in the
barracks, cots are moved into a corn
field. With no fighters left to defend
them, evacuation begins. Lieut. Kurtz
tells of last plane, trip out tn a patched
up plane. Japs land light tanks at Apart
Squadron commander Major Gibbs fails
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
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 awayl”
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, but hit
a frightful fog. Cannot see plane rigtit
•head. Coming out of tog 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. Sets her down safely on
short runway. Dutch get reinforcements
from U. S.—new E model Forts.
CHAPTER XI: Bombardier tells o!
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 wav 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
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
•cores 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: Landing barges sight
ed off the beach. Dutch general gives
U. S. fliers permission to leave, provided
they first strafe Jap landing barges. This
is done. Lieut. Kurtz and the boys say
goodby to the Dutch and leave for Jock
strap, where Forts are waiting for them.
On arrival find Japs got there first,
hangars split wide open, six Forts afire.
“Presently the old sheep-rancher
who took care of this shack and also
ran the general store strolled over,
and we began to talk.
‘Had any trouble around here?’
I asked him.
‘No,’ he said. ‘Jap planes come
over once in a while. Over here,
sometimes over Wyndham and Port
Hedland too, they say.’
‘What do you mean, once in a
‘The last one was just last night,
since you mention it,’ he said. ‘Came
over very high, early in the morn
“It could only be a recco plane. I
looked at this little field, loaded with
Fortresses and Consolidated four-en
gine B-24’s, plus some twin-engine
stuff, Douglases and Lockheeds the
Dutch were using to evacuate. The
Japs wouldn’t waste time reccoing it
if they didn’t have a carrier some
where near. God knows we’d learned
they were methodical—a recco plane
and inevitably, within forty-eight
hours, they’d hit.
“So at breakfast I mentioned it
to the officer in charge of the field
(a new man, just out from the
States). ‘Did you know, sir, the Japs
had a recco plane over last night?’
And went on to say that we had
quite a bit of stuff here, and while
of course the crews were terribly
tired, maybe it should be moved out.
“He listened. and because 1 was
on edge, his hesitation somehow an
noyed me. But he finally said may
be I had a point there. And think
ing about it, he finished his break
fast. I was glad when we got out
of there after breakfast for Mel
“You should have been glad,” said
Charlie Reeves, the bombardier,
“because we were still in Broome
that evening. The field was still
loaded, all right, mostly Forts—all
of them planes pulled out of, Java.
That night all but three of the Forts,
including ours, pulled out for Mel
bourne. We had to stay and work on
our brakes. But it was a setup for
the Japs. I didn’t like it a bit. Out
behind the breakwater were a few
big Dutch Catalina flying boats,
loaded with women and children
from Java. That night and very
early next morning more came in.
"We worked most of the night on
the brakes, and then went to sleep
in that hangar shack. I slept fit
fully—woke at five, to get an early
start. It didn’t seem healthy to me
or to any of the rest of us. After a
makeshift mess—hot beans and cof
fee plus field rations—we went out to
the ship at six and stood by.
“Skiles had asked the officer in
charge when he could take off. But
he gave Skiles to understand we
were evacuees just like the others.
When we were given our passenger
list, we could go.
“So we stood around the plane
from six o’clock until 9:10, waiting
for that list and those orders. At
this minute Sergeant Britt happened
to look up and hollered: ‘Make a
run for it, fellows—here come some
Zeros!’ Five of us who were stand
ing back of the plane dropped into a
hole about fifty feet away.
“One Zero peeled off and strafed
the Fortress with incendiaries. It
caught fire immediately, then the
Zero went on down and strafed a
B-24, setting it afire. Then it turned
and, coming in directly over our
hole from the rear, strafed them
again. It repeated this six times,
also firing a 20-millimeter cannon at
us, which caved in our hole and cov
ered us with dirt.
“When Sergeant Britt first hol
lered out, a big B-24 loaded with
twenty-six people had just cleared
the runway. When the Zeros hit, it
was out over the ocean headed for
Perth. It had hardly had time to
pull its wheels up—and there was no
room in there for them to swing a
gun in their own defense—when a
Zero caught up with it and dropped
it in the sea.
“Two sergeants managed to get
out. They swam for thirty-two
hours, one of them giving up in
sight of shore. The other told us
what it had been like inside there
when those bullets came smashing
through that packed crowd, and a
few seconds later when those dying
and wounded were all struggling not
to drown as the water came in.
“That day the Japs got another
B-24 on the ground (it had been the
one General Brett himself used),
three Forts, a DC-2 and a DC-3, a
Lockheed—but the worst were the
nine Dutch flying boats they caught
out in the harbor. About forty or
fifty people were killed on them,
mostly women and children.
“I saw one Dutchman swim
ashore dragging his wife by the hair.
The whole lower half of her face
had been blown away and she
was dead. I saw another woman
standing on the wing of one of the
planes which was burning. She had
a child in her arms, and was ready
to jump and swim ashore, when a
cannon shot hit her in the back and
broke her into halves. They both
fell forward into the water, but the
arms on the top half which held the
child never let go of it.
“The men who were left were al
most crazy with rage. One Zero was
shot down by a Dutchman who stood
in front of the hangar holding a .30
caliber machine gun across his arm.
The gun got so hot it scorched right
into his flesh, but he never noticed
it. It turned out that Broome’s anti
aircraft defense consisted of just
thia one .30-caliber gun. The Japs
did the whole job in thirty minutes—
didn’t leave a thing.
“It was a hell of a mess. And
how were we to get out? For all we
knew, those Zeros might be work
ing in advance of a Jap landing
party, and all we had was that one
“Finally the officer in charge told
us: ‘We expect planes in between
now and midnight, but we don't
know how many. We're compiling a
priority list, but if your name isn’t
called by two o’clock, I advise you
to get out of here quick, and the
best way you can, even if you have
to walk—and it’s a long walk.’
“He turned out to be right. I
fooled around until 2:30 and then,
when my name hadn’t been called,
nine of us decided we’d string along
with a civilian contractor who’d of
fered us a lift. He had thirty men
and five Ford trucks, and said he
was headed south down the coast for
the nearest town, called Port Hed
land, two hundred miles away. The
Army had some emergency rations
hidden in the woods, so we helped
ourselves to enough of those to keep
us on the trip.
“Then I began to find out about
Australia. Those guys are like our
Westerners—pioneer types, except
bigger. When we got twenty miles
out of Broome the road ended en
tirely. After that—nothing at all.
We had to push those trucks through
sand, and make long detours around
salt-water marshes. Even our drink
ing water had to be carried in the
trucks. They talked about passing
three ranches. We did, and I. dis­
covered they were the only three
houses between Broome and Pert
Hedland. A million acres is nothing
to an Australian. The country looks
like West Texas, and is covered thin
ly with what they call gum trees.
They’re like eucalyptus in the
States. The only sign of life was
kangaroos—we’d see half a dozen a
day. The little ones are called wal-
The only sign of life was kanga
roos. We’d see half a dozen a day.
labies and the others are big blues.
They hunch low and run through
the scrubby gum trees. I got tired
living out of cans, so I borrowed a
gun and shot a big blue, and the
Aussies showed me how to eat it.
You throw away all but the tail,
which you make soup of, and it
tastes like thick chicken broth.
“If we wete near a ranch we
might see sheep, and we also shot
some of these and ate them. The
Australian law is that any traveler
can kill a sheep for eating, but he
must skin it and leave the hide on a
fence post for the owner. I got my
first bath in a river we ran onto
twenty miles out of Port Hedland.
“Finally I got to Melbourne, where
the Air Force was gathering again
—and found they had me down as a
deserter, but it wasn’t any trouble
getting that explained.”
“I got out of Java by boat,” said
the Gunner. “They loaded us on a
train at Jockstrap and took us to
some town whose name I never did
learn, where a Dutch freighter was
waiting to take out fifteen hundred
of us. They told us we were bound
for Perth, a town in Southwest Aus
tralia—about the same location and
size as San Diego in the States.
Alongside us at the dock was a
troopship of Aussies from Singapore.
Before that they’d been in Egypt—
hadn’t been home for years. Their
boat was bound for Adelaide, way
round on the other side of Austra
lia—same location as Miami. But
lots of them lived in Perth. When
they heard we were going there,
they all skipped ship to come aboard
with us. We divided our food and
lent them our mess kits. They’d
lost everything at Singapore. They
probably caught hell for it, but they
didn’t give a damn.
“The first day out we sighted a
Jap plane, but it stayed up for a
while, watching us. We had stuck
machine guns in the belaying-pin
holes, and kept the soldiers hidden
below decks so they wouldn't know
we were carrying troops. Our gun
ners were hidden, too. But when
this Jap started down to strafe, one
of our gunners gave the show away
by opening fire too soon—otherwise
we would have got him.
“We zigzagged for five days, and
then at Perth were loaded into a
troop train for Melbourne. I was in
the coach next the engine, and the
Australians couldn’t do too much for
us. The engineer drew a can of hot
water from his boiler and made us
some tea out of his strictly rationed
supply, apologizing because it
wasn’t stronger.
“I guess I was about the last one
of us to arrive.”
“Not by a couple of weeks you
weren’t,” said Harry Schrieber, the
navigator, indignantly. “Because
what about me?”
“We weren't worried about you,
Harry,” said Frank with a grin.
“We thought you were dead. Way
back in the Philippines, when Jack
Adams’ plane didn’t come back to
Del Monte Field from that mission.
We had given you up months ago.
What had you been doing, anyway?”
“Trying to get out of the damned
Philippines,” said Harry. “And I
didn’t manage it until the day before
General MacArthur did—the six
teenth of March I think it was.”
“Harry was the last man to
come,” said Frank, “and now that
the gang was together we could start
doing business. You see Lieutenant
General Brett, who had been com
manding the United Nations Air
Force under British General Wa
vell, who was supreme commander,
needed a plane to take him around
the war zone. His B-24 had been
lost at Broome, remember. Colo
nel Eubank recommended me to
General Brett as his personal pilot
and senior air aide, and I selected
the crew. Of course when it came
to picking the plane itself, the Gen
eral ordered a D, because all the
E’s with tail guns were needed for
combat and he wanted those planes
saved for the boys who would be
going out on missions.
“But when it came to which we
would pick, it had to be the Swoose,
because there was no other left. Ev
ery plane, even of the same model,
handles a little differently. I’d flown
our D’s out from the States, through
the Philippines Java, and I’ve
always felt the old Swoose was just
a few miles faster and answered the
controls a little more smoothly than
the others.
"So now, as pilot and crew of the
commanding Air Force General’s
plane, we in the Swoose were mak
ing weekly trips into the war zone
from Headquarters far down in Mel
bourne, up to Darwin and Port
Moresby, which were then far-flung
outposts on the battle line. The Gen
eral would average sixty hours a
month in the air—thirty of them at
least in this combat zone. To get
him in and out of it, the Swoose often
hit 150 air hours per month.
“At Moresby it was never safe to
leave the Swoose on the ground by
day. We’d sneak in at night, leave
the General, and be off back to
Townsville by dawn, coming in to
pick him up again the next night.
Sometimes the General would just
have time to scramble aboard while
we cleared the field as the alarm
sounded. He was bound he wouldn’t
lose the Swoose.
“We now began to get a peek out
over the top at the broad picture of
this Far Eastern war. There were
differences over strategy, but it was
never Australians versus Ameri
cans. The cleavage was ground
minded versus air-minded thinking.
The Australian air generals saw eye
to eye with our American air lead
ers. Likewise the infantry gener
als of both armies thought alike.
"And there was much to the in
fantry side of the argument. After
Java fell, Australian civilians were
panicky. Thousands of Australian
boys had gone out to die in Africa
and Singapore. Now the danger had
suddenly rolled down on the Home
land. They wanted all the troops
they could get right down there in
that lower right-hand (southeast)
corner of their continent, where
ninety per cent of its population
“Not in New Guinea, or Tulagi, or
Guadalcanal, or even in Darwin,
which, although on their own conti
nent, is to the average Australian
as remote as the Aleutians seem to
New Yorkers. They think of Dar
win as a tiny outpost separated from
them by thousands of miles of im
passable desert. They wanted the
soldiers near the great cities of Syd
ney and Melbourne, where they
could hear the marching and the
military bands.
“This was also sound infantry
strategy. The only populous parts of
Australia are down in this southeast
corner. We didn’t yet have many
battalions, supply problems were
enormous, so our infantry generals
agreed with theirs and with their
civil leaders. They wanted to keep
the army near valuable objectives,
not scatter it out across seas and
jfingle islands, where supply prob
lems would become formidable.
“But we of the Air Forces (both
Australian and American) felt that
to defend this continent we must
build our fighter fields not in Aus
tralia itself, but on the outlying is
lands. Having these, with a few
ground troops to hold our airdromes
against Jap landing parties, no fleet
would dare venture through our air
screen to threaten the continent it
“We’d defended Java by pound
ing the Japs from Borneo. The Japs
had not dared send their transports
and landing barges through until
they’d taken our advance bases and
held air control over the Java Sea.
“The Australian Air Force was as
anxious to move into this outlying
island chain as we Were. Early in
April they’d wanted to seize Lae on
New Guinea, before the Japs had
had time to dig in on its north coast.
At that time the Japs had only
about four hundred men in the area,
and it would have been easy.
“But we lacked the men and the
ships—the Japs pressed on and pres
ently took Tulagi in the Solomons,
threatening our supply lines home.
Pleasant View
Mr. and Mrs. Myron Reichenbach
spent Sunday in the Fred Biederman
home north of Bluffton.
Mr. and Mrs. Irvin Fisher and
daughter, Mr. and Mrs Jasper Dukes
and family and Mr. and Mrs. Donald
Harris and son were entertained in
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Leland
Frantz and sons Saturday evening.
Mrs. James Oberly and little
daughter were moved from the Bluff
ton hospital to their home Thursday
afternoon in the Diller ambulance.
Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Sutter and
family of Toledo visited several days
last week in the home of her mother
Mrs. Arietta Rickly.
Rev. and Mrs. Paul Zimmerman of
Rawson spent Sunday in the home
of Mr. and Mrs. Ray Harris.
Mr. and Mrs. Lester Habegger
and daughter of Vanlue spent Sun
day in the home of his father Noah
Forest Kessler spent Monday and
Tuesday with his mother of Sturgis,
Miss Marcella Harris of Toledo is
visiting her grandparents Mr. and
Mrs. William Shaffer.
Mrs. Harold Zuercher left last
week for Colorado Springs, where
she will join her husband, who will
leave for overseas soon.
Vitamins and Minerals
Both winter squash and sweet po
tatoes are plentiful and both are val
uable sources of vitamin A as well
as other vitamins and minerals.
Delicious Spread
For Bread
Mid-harvest season this week
with last half of the wheat crop to
be handled and oats coming on
—it will be short in the Bluffton
district and corn in tassel and
more rain will be needed when it
shoots ears and speaking of
rain, last Saturday—St. Swithin’sday
was fair which means no rain for
40 days light showers Tuesday
so maybe we shouldn’t believe
in signs—-excepting highway signs
anyway they say that death and
taxes are the only two certain
things and they were paying
taxes in Bluffton the first of the
week when deputies from the county
treasurer’s office were here and
the boys who forgot about the auto
use tax stamp hurried to the post
office to lay a five-spot on the line
and scramble for houses grows
more intense—nothing to rent and
the house hunter in a tight spot
we recall that someone once said
“my kingdom for a horse”—now it’s
“my kingdom for a house.”
Two granddaughters of Mr. and
Mrs. Nahum Basinger of South Main
street were in the crowd attending
the Ringling Bros, circus at the time
of the disastrous fire in Hartford,
Conn., last week. The girls, aged 6
and 8 years are the daughters of
Rev. and Mrs. Payson Miller of that
city. Mrs. Miller is the former Miss
Cleora Basinger. The entire family
had intended to attend the circus
but unforeseen developments at the
last minute made it impossible for
Mrs. Miller to go. However, Rev.
Miller and the two girls went and
had seats under the big tent near
the main entrance. The father saw
the flames when they first started
and with his daughters had no dif
ficulty in making their escape from
the tent which rapidly burned and
developed into one of the worst
tragedies of its kind in recent years.
Friends here have identified a
photo in the current issue of Look
magazine as that of Minard Deeds,
Bluffton college graduate who was
killed in the South Pacific presum
ably during the attack on Saipan.
The photo is not identified, however
the resemblance is definite and form
er associates here say they are posi
tive in the matter. The picture was
taken as the marines were in the
water waist deep in an amphibious
landing on a South Pacific island.
You’ve heard of the picture—
three men on a horse—well the
modern travel version of that is five
men for one berth. It was just a
little mixup in wartime railroad
operation and happened Sunday
night when Rev. Ernest Bigelow,
Bluffton minister boarded a train
enroute east to enter his training as
an army chaplain. As the Bluffton
pastor boarded the train and present
ed his reservations for his pullman
berth the conductor took one look
and gasped—when he sufficiently re
covered himself to properly address
a chaplain he explained that he al
ready had four previous reserva
tions for that same berth. Such is
travel in wartime.
Bluffton people are definitely inter­
ested in snakes as was evidenced by
the crowds that stopped to see the
blue racer exhibited in the Bluffton
News window the latter part of last
week by Charles Trippiehorn, Bluff
ton high school si
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Stanley Basinger, Bluffton funeral
director, who is with the American
forces in Italy has been sightseeing
in Rome, according to word received
here the first of the week. The
Bluffton man was with a group of
soldiers who saw the Pope, head of
the Roman Catholic church and heard
him make a brief address. Basinger
was previously stationed for several
weeks in Naples.
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Temperatures in St. Louis broke
nearly all records both low and high
for the month of June, writes Mrs.
Lula Steiner Kohn of that city, form
erly of Bluffton. Mrs. Phoebe Stein
er, former Bluffton resident who
makes her home with her daughter,
Mrs. Kohn, is enjoying good health
and sends regards to friends here.
Robert and Richard Geiger, two
youngest sons of Dr. and Mrs. I. W.
Geiger of Minneapolis, formerly of
Bluffton, are in naval training.
Robert is in San Diego, Calif., and
Richard at the radio training center
at Great Lakes, according to word
received here.
Frederick William their eldest son
is research physicist at the Curtiss
Wright airplane plant in Buffalo and
James Woodrow, the second son is
in charge of the department of
bacteriological products at the E. R.
Squibb & Son plant, manufacturers
of medical and pharmaceutical
products in New Brunswick, N. J.
Mrs. Betty Geiger Farrell, only
daughter of Dr. and Mrs. Geiger is
employed as a research chemist in
the army quartermaster’s corps at
Chicago. Her husband is a senior at
Northwestern Medical school special
izing in pediatrics.
An increasing number of com
plaints are arising from Bluffton
residents, especially housewives, be
cause of the prevalence of fly ash
from the municipal light and water
works plant. The ash, a fine sand
like substance sifts thru window
screens and adds much to the work
required to keep the house clean.
We hope that some means can be
found to eliminate this source of an
noyance which is adding much to
the work of local housekeepers when
many outside demands are being
made on their time.
It’s the good old summer time
when there's always an affinity be
tween small boys and green apples—
but apples, especially the early ones
are scarce this year. A notable ex
ception is that of Elmer Ludwig who
picked six bushels of Early Trans
parents from a tree at his home on
Poplar street the first of the week.
Ohio children will be asked to
gather milkweed floss, beginning in
September, to be used in lifesaving
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
Time and Half After 40 Hours
As our production is essential war work we invite
who are not now in essential war work
All applicants must comply with W. M. C.
stabilization program.
All Hiring Done Through the
United States Employment Service
216 South Main St, Findlay, Ohio
Miss June Gallant is spending the
week with the Kenneth Gallant family
in Bucyrus.
Mrs. Goldie Rattles of Findlay spent
Wednesday with the M. J. Stratton
Mrs. Dick Habegger and children
June and Frederick and Mrs. Bader
tscher of Bluffton called at the Lendon
Basinger home, Friday* evening.
Miss Kaye Nonnamaker visited Fri
day* and Saturday with Martha Ann
Koontz at the Rolland Koontz home.
Pvt. J. O. Koontz of Campt Beut
ner, N. C. is spending his furlough
with his mother, Mrs. Frank Dray.
Union prayer service at the Olive
Branch church, Thursday* evening.
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Moore and son
Keith and daughter Merilyn called on
Sunday evening in the Lendon Basing
er home.
Pvt. J. O. Koontz called at the Thos.
Koontz home, Monday evening.
Miss Kaye Nonnamaker underwent
a tonsilectomy at the Bluffton hospital
Tuesday morning.
Callers the past week at the Ami
Nonnamaker home were Mrs. N. M.
Hiestand, Mrs. W. A. Beagle, Mr. and
Mrs. Thomas Koontz, Betty iBsh, Mr.
and Mrs. Wright Klingler and daught
er Jeanann and son Don, Mr. and Mrs.
Walter Hamilton, daughter Betty,
Chas. Nonnamaker, Mr. and Mrs. C.
V. Klingler, Marilyn and Howard. Mr.
and Mrs. Howard Nonnamaker, son
Ralph, Mrs. Arthur Nonnamaker and
The Black school reunion cards will
be addressed at the home of Fem
Koch, Friday afternoon.
Notice in hereby Riven that on the 22nd day
of July. 1944. at P. M.. a public hearing
will be held on the budget prepared by the
Board of Truateea of Richland Township, Al
len County, Ohio, for the next succeeding fiscal
year ending December 3J, 1945.
Such hearing will be held at Bluffton. Ohio.
In the office of th.* Hoard of Trustee* of
itichland Township.
N. W. BASINGER. Clerk.
Inproyd Quality!
Garden Hose
Bluffton Implement
& Harness Co.
Firestone Dealers
THE A. C. & Y.
Must meet WMC requirements.
The»e 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.

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