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THURSDAY, FEB. 8, 1945
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I: Scott’s early experience!
with gliders and airplane*. He goes to
Ft. McPherson and enlists in the regular
army as a private
CHAPTER H: Scott wins the West
Point competitive exam and gets a fur
lough before reporting. He is graduated
as a second lieutenant of Infantry and
goes to Europe, which he tours on a
motorcycle He sells his motorcycle and
arrives at Randolph Field. Texas
CHAPTER III: Scott makes his first
solo flight Drives 1.300 miles to Georgia
over every week-end to see his girl. Scott
is now graduated from Kelly Field and
has wings pinned on his chest. Ordered
to report to Hawaii but wanting to get
married he lays his plight before the
General and is ordered to report at
Mitchel Field. N Y.. instead.
CHAPTER IV: En route to New York
Scott is stopped by police who mistake
him for a bandit. He carries the mail
for Uncis Sam in order to sain more
flying time, and gets married.
CHAPTER V: The war edges closer
and he is farther than ever from combat
duty. He has been told he is too old
foi combat flying, and after December 7,
1941, he begins writing Generals all over
the country for a chance to fly a fighter
plane.
CHAPTER VI: Seott
Well fed but on the tired side,
we left the base at 13:35, for our
next destination farther down the
coast. For more than two hundred
miles we were over friendly terri
tory as we hugged the beaches, but
later, along the Ivory Coast, we had
to fly out to sea to avoid the prying
eyes that were Vichy French. I
must have sworn deeply that after
noon, for in my diary I note now
that I wrote this line: “Damn, we
have to dodge those b------- all the
time.’’
We passed a fighter base at 17:00
G.M.T., and one hour later we land
ed at another West Coast base. The
sun was setting back to the West in
the Atlantic—towards home. Easter
Sunday was fast coming to a close.
I remembered then, from “hearsay
evidence,’’ that I had been born ex
actly thirty-four years before. From
personal experience I would be able
to recall this Easte'r as a memora
ble one.
Back through a great part of my
hectic life, I had been the “time
hog’’ when it came to chiselling air
planes from every station in the
U.S.A. I had often stated that I
never had, and never would have,
enough flying time. Right now, the
way my head and eyes ached and
the way my body fairly yearned for
a place to stretch out, I almost re
solved to eat those statements of the
pafct. For during the last twenty
eight hours we had been in the air,
for twenty-five of them under terrific
tension. In that one day we had not
only been lost in the South Atlantic,
but we had covered nearly four thou
sand miles, from Belem to Natal to
our stop near Fisher’s Lake, and on
to destination. I remember looking
over at Doug and saying rather sad
ly that for once in my life I had had
enough flying for one day.
As we rode out to our billets in a
British lorry with a barefoot bush
boy chauffeur, I contemplated the
completed trip. I firmly believe that
had I been a confirmed ground sol
dier, wholly unconverted to air pow
er, I would have realized that the
airplane had grown up and was defi
nitely here to stay.
Next day, while the crew worked
on the tired airplane, some of us
drove into the bush country. With a
guide we made about a ten-hour trip
into the interior, to Togoland. En
tering a typical dirty village we
heard jazz music and picked our
way towards the source. I imagine
all of us were expecting to find a
radio or a victrola instead we
found that we were really in the
land that had “birthed’’ jazz.
Grouped about an earthen crock of
palm wine was the population of the
village, and the more they dipped
the gourd cups into the stagnant
looking liquor, the hotter the music
became and the more the sweating
black bodies swayed to the beat of
the drums. Their bare feet were
moving to the rhythm in the dust,
and their naturally musical voices,
added to the syncopated rumble that
came from black hands thumping
many kinds of drur s, made us won
der whether s .ie orchestra like
Cab Calio..ay’s hadn’t come to Af
rica with us on a USO project.
On April 7 we left the Gold Coast
for Kano, in Nigeria. Off at 08:00
G.M.T., we flew a course of 90 de
grees to miss more of Vichy France.
Over Lagos, in the clammy heat of
the equatorial jungle, we turned
into the continent to a course of 58
degrees and continued over very
thick country until we crossed the
Niger. From there on East, the
land that was Africa seemed to dry
up, and my boyhood conception of
how the Dark Continent should look
faded away. Instead of constant
jungle we now saw dry desert, like
the lower hump of Brazil near Na
taly or places in our own West.
GOD IS MY
CO-PILOT
Col. Robert L.Scoff
solos
a
Flying
Fortress for the first time and make*
twenty practice landings. He leaves for
India from a Florida ooint.
CHAPTER VII
Maybe the meal wras really good—
I’ve forgotten. But later we were
to have some meals which were def
initely on the rugged side. Some
time just try a breakfast at three
a. m. composed of warmed-over,
mouldy, then re-warmed toast, with
slightly sour canned tomatoes. After
this year and more, I can close my
eyes and see Col. C. V. Haynes sit
ting there looking at that delicacy
thinking, no doubt, about Carolina
country ham, with brown gravy
making a little puddle in the grits.
W-N.U. REUEASt
We landed at the old walled city
of Kano that afternoon. Our next
take-off, for Khartoum, would best
be made at nightfall, in order that
we might land in the Sudan early in
the morning before the dust storms
had impaired the visibility. To
waste time we walked into town to
see the ancient city of Biblical days.
Soon we found ourselves dodging
camels, lepers, and Ali Baba—with
his more than forty thieves.
None of us dver determined wheth
er or not this Ali Baba was a de
scendant of the Arabian Nights orig
inal. But we did learn of a great de
cision that he had lost in a financial
battle with some ferry pilots from
the AVG. These men were mem
bers of the famous First American
Volunteer Group under General
Chennault, who were fighting the
Japs in Burma.
General Chennault’s AVG was
composed of three squadrons, func
tioning under the supreme command
of China’s Generalissimo Chiang
Kai-shek. About seventy pilots and
three hundred ground crew person
nel made up this organization, which
for nearly four months had been in
combat against the Japanese Air
Force from Rangoon up to Lashio,
Burma. These American boys had
come from the air services of the
American Army, Navy and Marine
Corps.
The .General was an old pilot,
and through many years of single
seater flying in the noise of open
cockpits had become moderately
deaf, a circumstance that had
helped to bring about his retirement.
Knowing that war with Japan was
more than probable, after his re
tirement he had gone to China, and
there he had not only persuaded
the Generalissimo to build the air
warning net within China, but had
worked to train China’s Air Force as
well. Growing out of this, when
the brave Chinese Air Force was
virtually destroyed by the over
whelming odds of the Japanese jug
gernaut, Chennault had long cher
ished a volunteer force of American
airmen, flying American equipment
in China against the Jap.
The purpose was fourfold: to test
American equipment, to train a nu
cleus of American pilots in actual
combat, to furnish air support for
the Chinese land forces, and to fight
a delaying action against the Japa
nese until the Chinese armies could
be equipped with modern sinews of
war for offensive action against the
stranglehold of Japan.”
Finally, in the late summer of
1941, the Army, Navy, and Marine
Corps permitted a few reserve offi
cer pilots to resign their commis
sions and accept jobs as instructors
with Central Aircraft Manufactur
ing Company, or Cameo, as it was
called. These seventy-odd pilots and
some three hundred ground-crew
men proceeded in small numbers on
ships of various nations—Dutch,
British, Indian, American, and some
unregistered—West from San Fran
cisco to Java, then Singapore, and
thence to Rangoon, Burma.
These "instructors’’ for Cameo
were carried on the passenger lists
as acrobats, doctors, lawyers, and
probably even Indian chiefs. I imag
ine that after they made their great
record—with never more than fifty-
General Chennault’s AVG was
composed of three squadrons, func
tioning under the supreme command
of China’s Generalissimo Chiang
Kai-shek, shown above. About sev
enty pilots and three hundred
ground crew personnel made up this
organization, which for nearly four
months had been in combat against
the Japanese Air Force from Ran
goon up to Lashio, Burma.
five airplanes they shot down two
hundred and eighty-six Japanese
planes, losing only eight in combat
—the complaining Japanese would
have been disposed to add the re
mainder of the nursery rhyme,
“Rich man, poor man, beggar-man,
thief.”
Many times I had heard Radio
Tokyo complain of the “cruelty” of
these American guerrilla pilots. Un
der General Chennault’s clever lead
ership and tactical genius they had
virtually driven the Imperial Japa
nese Air Force from the skies of
Burma, and held the Burma Road
for months after it should have fal
len. Against odds of more than
twenty to one, they had “saved
face" for America and the white
race, in this battle against a much
belittled enemy.
When one considers that the AVG
fought in what the British called ob
solete tactical combat aircraft—the
P-40B's and P-40C’s—their deeds
and scores become truly legendary.
Throughout China today, General
Chennault’s AVG are regarded as
“Saviors of Ereq. China Skies." The
THE
Chinese sentry on the gate to the
“Fijichan” or airfield may shake
his head when you show him your
pass he may not understand your
hard-won Chinese but when you
smile and call, “A-V-G," his face
lights up in turn, and he calls,
“Ding-hao—you are ‘number one.’
He holds his thumb up in the old
familiar signal, and you enter. Then,
to show his high regard for Ameri
cans and his vivid memory of Gen
eral Chennault’s Flying Tigers, he
calls after you, “A-V-G mean Ameri
can Very Good—ding-hao, ding
hao.”
We caught up with three more of
our thirteen bombers at Kano, and
all our crew had begun to feel con
fident that we could not be called
back from the mission against To
kyo. To insure this to a greater de
gree, we were trying hard, without
appearing to be too anxious, to be
the first to reach our initial point—
Karachi, India. So long as we
were the first of the B-17’s, we
could claim a moral victory. For
after all, Colonel Haynes was boss,
and in a ship with longer range
than the Fortress, and we wanted
him ahead.
With full service aboard, and the
temperature hot and stifling, even
after nightfall, we threaded our way
through the dust for the take-off. I
remember that the heavy ship used
the entire runway and some of the
sagebrush prairie land too, for there
seemed to be no lift whatever to the
hot, dead air. Finally reaching a
comfortable cruising altitude at
twelve thousand, Doug and I
breathed the old familiar sigh of re
lief at having once again gotten a
loaded bomber in the air, and the
sigh echoed around the ship.
Down in the dust haze not a light
showed as we crossed equatorial Af
rica where Sergeant Aaltonen and
Cobb wanted so much to land for a
look at the big-lipped Ubangi wom
en. Then Lake Chad and Fort La
my went by. Just before dawn we
crossed North of the mountain of
El-Fasher. At six o'clock the White
Nile appeared—we had crossed the
western part of the Sudan. Our
landing was made at Khartoum,
where the Blue Nile and the White
Nile meet.
On April 8, we left Khartoum for
an easy run to Aden, on a course
which was almost due East over
the mountains of Eritrea. We went
on over Gura and Massaua to the
Red Sea. On our left we could see
Yemen, and farther South and to
our right, Somaliland. Reaching the
South end of the Red Sea and the
Gulf of Aden, the well-known land
marks, the Rocks of Aden, appeared
about noon. Next day we’d make
the run on to India.
The British garrison commander
took care of us that night. But
around the dinner table there sud
denly dropped a blanket of despair.
The London radio announced that
Bataan had fallen. After the first
comment we settled down to worry.
Part of our mission was to bomb
Jap concentrations around Bataan
and Corregidor. Would this develop
ment cause that part of the attack
to be called off? Again the fear of
being frustrated in our effort to take
the offensive clutched my heart. It
seemed that once again help had
been started too late.
We had caught the last of the
B-17's at Aden, and next morning
we got up an extra hour early for
the take-off. Our Fortress was
straining to get to the initial point
just behind the B-24. Success was
in sight.
At 5:50 we were climbing over
the beach of southern Arabia, and
as the light improved we all agreed
that,Arabia was a rugged-looking
land. After the terrible stories
about the mutilation of forced-down
flyers at the hands of the tribes
men, we all were glad that we had
the little cards written in Arabic,
promising high payment to the Ar
abs if we were delivered unharmed
to the nearest British outpost.
We followed the Arabian coast
over the blue waters of the Arabian
sea to the Gulf of Oman, and then
crossed to Karachi.
Colonel Haynes, with the B-24, had
gone to Delhi. Our orders were to
wait at Karachi. And now for two
weeks we anxiously waited, while
the rumors flew.
I think I shall always associate
India with my first impression on
getting out of my ship. No one
seemed to know anything. Behind
us lay twelve thousand miles, which
we had made in eight days—for
what? No one stood there with or
ders to expedite our departure. In
stead they appeared to think we
had ferried this ship for them to use
in training. Training, mind you—
here, halfway round the world and
in a country that faced attack any
moment! When we explained as
much as we could about our secret
orders, smiles came to the officers’
faces. Bets were laid that we would
never leave Karachi with those
ships. But we were volunteers, and
our combat spirit was still there. I
remember that all my crew took the
bets, as fast as they were offered.
But we lost.
Once again we had been frustrat
ed in our effort to go to war on the
offensive. Now, four months after
Pearl Harbor, the stencilled word on
a B-17 in our flight, SNAFU—mean
ing roughly, in Air Corps slang,
“Snarled-up"—seemed to fit the situ
ation. We learned the worst when
Haynes came back from Delhi with
a face a yard long. Sadly he told
us the truth. Due to the fall of Ba
taan and the loss of nher fields in
eastern China—our secret bases—
coupled with other factors beyond
his control, our “dream mission”
had come to the end of the line.
During the fourteen days in Ka
rachi, when we had been waiting for
Colonel Haynes, it had been a dif
ficult job of finesse to hang on to
the ships. All twelve of the B-17’s
were lined up to be turned over to
Base Units on the field. But the
personnel responsible for the con
flicting orders had reckoned without
the extreme loyalty of the volunteer
crewmen to the flight commander
and the pilot of each ship. The
men stood guard twenty-four hours
fa- day UL afid. around the bombers.
BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON. OHIO
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This 'was logical, too, because each
ship contained not only the secret
bomb-sight but full complements of
loaded fifty-calibre guns, as well as
the personal effects of the bomber
crews. At first the crews appeared
bewildered but then their attitude
seemed to imply stubbornly that
they had been ordered to attack
Japanese territory, and no matter
if Bataan and all of eastern China
fell, that’s what they were going
to do.
One day the General in charge of
the Air Base sent a crew down to
my ship with orders for them to
take over and search out a Japanese
Task Force far out in the Arabian
Sea. They were met with the ready
Tommy guns of my men and rough
ly told that no one except members
of the crew could get aboard. A
Major in the new crew showed his
orders. My crew chief replied: “I’m
sorry. Sir, but I have mine, too
we are on our way to bomb an ene
my objective. No one gets aboard
this ship except the regular crew."
Rockport
The annual business meeting of the
Profit and Pleasure club which was
scheduled for this week has been post
poned until March 7.
Mr. and Mrs. William Althaus and
daughters were Sunday afternoon
callers in the homes of Mr. and Mrs.
Herbert Marshall and Mr. and Mrs.
F. C. Marshall.
iMr. and Mrs. William Reichenbach
and family of near Bluffton were
Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Glen Mayberry and daughter, Rose
Leigh.
Miss Vinnie Meeks continues to
improve following an operation at
Bluffton hospital several weeks ago.
Sunday she was brought to the home
of her sister, Mrs. Tom White.
Mrs. Clarence Begg will be hostess
to the Prebyterian Missionary society
Wednesday afternoon of next week.
The program follows: Worship ser
vice, Mrs. Edgar Begg Topic, "And
Crown Thy Good," Mrs. Walter Cupp
Year Book of Prayer, Mrs. W. E.
Marshall.
A family dinner was held in the
home of Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Begg,
honoring the birthday anniversary of
Mr. Harley Van Meter. The guests
included Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Van
Meter and son Donnie of Jefferson
Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Van Meter of
Pandora Mr. and Mrs. Donald Van
Meter, Mrs. Charles Wells and three
children, Mr. and Mrs. Begg and sons
John and William and the honor
guest.
Mrs. Herbert Marshall continues to
improve following the removal of a
cataract at Cleveland Clinic hospital
two weeks ago.
Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Van Meter
and son Donnie of Jefferson spent
from Friday until Sunday with rela
tives in this vicinity.
A group of young people from the
Methodist church attended a District
meeting in Ada, Sunday afternoon
and evening.
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with pineapple juice? You’ll like it.
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BOY SCOUT WEEK
FEBRUARY
8th-!4th
35tH
OF THE
BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA
Scouting step forward to do their part in insuring the peace.
The theme of the 35th anniversary celebration of the Bov Scouts
of America from Feb. 8th to 14th is "Scouts of the World
Brothers Together.’’
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1945
ANNIVERSARY
p- st Over 1,800,000 Members u
As the United Nations move forward to victory, programs such'
Mautltf,
The groundhog saw his shadow
Friday—six weeks of winter and fol
lowed by the governor’s proclamation
to save coal, with schools and college
closed Monday and Bluffton show
windows dark and coal rationed on an
emergency basis—if and when you
can get it and farmers cutting
wood for fuel—we didn’t realize what
a furore the groundhog started when
he saw his shadow the little fel
low really rates as a weather fore
caster and believe it or not, with
roads and fields piled high with a
record snowfall, cisterns by the score
are dry in the Bluffon area—which
again brings us to suggest that a
softener for the city water supply is
a real need in Bluffton and should be
installed at the municipal plant—of
course it wouldc ost money—just as
every other improvement has—but we
belive it’s time to give the housewife
a break, especially with many of the
cisterns cracked and this is Boy
Scout week—congratulations to all
good scouts, youngsters and those old
fellows who are investing their time
and efforts which should pay divi
dends in better citizenship in the next
generation and next Monday is
Lincoln’s birthday—also birthday of
Miss Theressa Slusser, high school in
structor and last Friday was the
81st birthday of Mrs. Dora Montgom
ery, Orange township pioneer
and the story is going vhe rounds of
a Bluffton man w’ho on his birthday
the other day received “greetings"
from his draft board.
The groundhog’s dire weather fore
cast and snow from one to three feet
deep hasn’t daunted some of Bluff
ton’s hardy gardeners who point to
the calendar as proof that spring
can't be far off. And just to get an
early start Harry Shider wh carries
mail between the postoffice and rail
road depots .spaded garden at his
home on North Jackson street last
Saturday. The ground is not frozen
and the snow didn’t bother Harry in
the least. In fact, he says it’s a good
thing to spade the snow under right
along with the dirt as the spring
freezing and thawing will make the
ground more mellow.
Then there’s Millen Geiger, another
early bird gardner who spaded his
plot last fall to get the ground in tip
top condition for spring. Millen al
ready has plants growing in a hot-bed
in his home on South Lawn avenue
and has garden seeds ordered.
Bluffton basketball fans will hie
themselves over to Ada for the bask
etball tournament, two weeks hence,
in which exempted village and pa
rochial schools will play off the first
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CARPENTERS
meet WMC requirements,
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Must
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good
work,
and unemployment benefits.
Cail at the nearest A. C. & Y.
station and the agent will give
you complete information.
Liberal railroad retirement
The Akron, Canton &
Youngstown Railroad Co.
elimination round. The games pre
viously had been scheduled for Lima
South gym until the coal crisis came
and Lima school authorities announc
ed that the games would be played in
the afternoon which didn’t prove pop
ular. So now they will be played
evenings at the Ohio Northern gym.
Clinton Deifendefer of the Navy,
who war home on leave the first of
the week visiting his parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Mervin Diefendeifer of Cherry’
street witnessed a trdgedy of the sea
tycently when an oil tanker in a con
voy sunk after either being torpedoed
or struck a mine. Diefendeifer’s
ship which had passd the tanker a
short time before assisted in rescu
ing the men from the sunken craft.
Bluffton postoffice is always a busy
place—but men in the postoffice find
time to help with the Boy Scout
movement here. Five of the post
office employees are connctd with the
movement as either scoutmaster, as
sistant scoutmasters or committee
men. They are Ralph Reichenbach,
Woodrow Little, Dallas Berry, Eugene
Benroth and Ralph Steams.
Things are not always w’hat they
seem—as Dr. Gordon Bixel, Bluffton
optometrist will tell you. Awakened
the other night by a strange noise
which might have been made by some
intruder stealthily attempting to force
an entrance into the house, a hurried
telephone call was put in for Night
watch Claydon Murray. Murray’s in
vstigation, however was reassuring—
it was ony a piece of loose sheeting
paper on the side of the doctor’s resi
dence being blown against the siding
by a rather strong wind.
The item published in this column
last week about Harry Bogart and
Gerald Scoles, two Bluffton boys sta
tioned in the same Army postoffice in
New’ Guinea brot the additional in
formation that both graduatd the
same year from Bluffton high school
—in the class of 1929.
Ohio motorists who are accustomed
to having the right of w’ay on high
ways w’ill find a different situation in
Arizona, writes N. N. Basinger of
Orange township who is wintering at
Tuscon. In Arizona, cattle have the
right of wayr and w*oe to the motorist
who happens to hit one. Some other
differences between Arizona and Ohio,
are that in the former state flowers
ar blooming and garden truck such as
lettuce, radishes and carrots are all
ready for use, alfalfa is cut eight
times every year and some oats and
abrley stands are a foot high. Cat
tle are on pasture the year around—
one ranch which he recently visited
has 3,500 head.
Mary Steams, Bluffton co-ed at
Heidelberg college, Tiffin, is playing
on a girls’ basketball team organized
this winter to help the college athletic
association weather the manpower
shortage. Altho there are enough
PAGE SEVEN
men to put a varsity team on the floor
there was no material left over for
a second team to play the preliminar
ies before the intercollegiate game.
So the coeds took the situation in hand
and now four girls’ dormitory teams
are playing the preliminaries to the
regular varsity games.
Comes to our desk an attractive
eight-page Alumni news bulletin of
Colgate-Rochester Divinity school at
Rochester, N. Y. The bulletin’s mast
head bears the name of the editor,
Gustav A. Lehman—just in event you
didn’t recognize it, he is “Dad” Leh
man former head of the Bluffton col
lege school of music, who did a good
job pinch-hitting in the college pub
licity department some 20 years ago.
He is now director of music at Col
gate-Rochester, but still apparently
likes to try his hand at editing in
which he always manifested a lot of
native talent.
East Orange
Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Bowman, Mrs.
Smith and children spent Sunday af
ternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Ed Bow
man.
Mr. and Mrs. Fred Gorby of Raw
son called in the B. J. Boutwell and
C. R. Baker homes, recently.
Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Stager called
on Mr. and Mrs. B. J. Boutwell and
son Byron Leo, Saturday afternoon.
Lynn Ra Boutwell of near Bluffton'
spent several days last week with his
grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. B. J.
Boutwell and son Byron Leo.
Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Stager w’ere re
cently dinner guests of Will Daniels
of near Kenton.
Mr. and Mrs. T. V. Smith and dau
ghters Ann and Jane of Arlington,
Mr. and Mrs. Kermit Boehm and sons
David and Stephen were Sunday din
ner guests of Mr. and Mrs. C. M.
Heldman, Mr. and Mrs. Ezra Held
man and Charles Heldman.
Mr. and Mrs. Avon Strahm moved
to Lima last week.
Shampoo Solution
Instead of discarding scraps of
soap, put them to good use. Melt
bits of toilet soap with water and
use the solution for shampoo. It can
be stored easily in a bottle or jar
and will be ready for use. Leftovers
of laundry soap can be put through
a food chopper or grated to make
soap chips, which can be used in
either machine or tub.
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ture years. All types of poli
cies written at attractive rates.
PAUL E. WHITMER
245W^g£°ve St. Phone 350-Y
Representing
Farm Bureau Life Ins. Co.
HoRie Office: Columbus, Ohio
SOME
MONEY
IN YOUR
SOIL
BANK
CCOUNT
a good investment.
High-potash fertilizers are
With priced of potash still at low prewar levels
and prices for farm products at high wartime
levels, greater profits than ever before can be
obtained for every dollar spent for this necessary
plant food.
Ndt only maintain but build up the fertility of
ydur soils. Now there is plenty of potash to make
the high-potash fertilizers recommended by your
official agricultural advisers. Use these fertilizers
in the amounts suggested for your particular
soils and crops.
JFrr/e us for further information and free literature
on the practical fertilization of cropt
AMERICAN POTASH INSTITUTE
1195 Sixteenth St, N.W. Wohington 6, D. C.
Member Campania* American Potaih Chemical Corporation
Pe*aah Company of America UnNori State* Potmh Company
THE POTASH YOU ARE USING IS AMERICAN POTASH

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