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THURSDAY, MARCH 8, 1945
CHAPTER 111: 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 Unci’ Sam tn order to gain more
flying time, and gets married
CHAPTER V: The *ai edges Closet
and he is farther than ever from combat
duty. He has been told he is too old
for combat flying, and after December J.
1941, he begins writing Generals all over
the country for a chance to fly a fighter
plane.
CHAPTER VI: Scott solos a Flying
Fortress for the first time and makes
twenty practice landings. He leaves for
India from a Florida point.
CHAPTER VII: Easter Sunday in At
rlca. They fly along the Arabian coast
and land at Karachi. India, covering
12.000 miles in eight days.
CHAPTER VIII: Col. Haynes orders
the group to report at a base in Eastern
Assam, on the India-Burma border.
CHAPTER IX: Burma is falling into
the hands of the Japs. Flying over
bombed and burned Chinese towns they
land at Schwebo. Scott meets General
Stilwell and his party.
CHAPTER X: Scott’s group carries
refugees out of Burma, heavily overload
ing the planes. He pays a visit to Gen.
Chennault and tells him he is a fighter
pilot and not a ferry pilot and is prom
ised the next P-40 that arrives from
Africa.
CHAPTER XI
I couldn’t waste much time in
practice, for after all Burma was
just over the Naga Hills and the
Japs were coming towards Myit
kyina from the South and up the
Chindwin and the Irrawaddy. It was
open season and I needed no hunt
ing license. Now I definitely knew
that adventure was near.
On that afternoon of April 30, 1942,
with a full load of ammunition and
the shark-mouth seeming to drip
saliva, it was so eager, I waited by
my ship for an alert. Jap observa
tion planes had been coming over
at high altitude very regularly. If
they came today I hoped to sur
prise them.
At two o’clock the alert came, but
it was not observation. Many un
identified aircraft were reported by
a British radio somewhere over the
Naga Hills. I didn’t ask for more
than that scanty information—I was
in my fighter and climbing over the
“tea ranches,’’ as Colonel Haynes
called them.
High over the field at 22,000 feet,
I cuddled my oxygen mask and
circled, watching for enemy ships to
the East, South, and Southeast
down in the direction of a course to
Mandalay. I searched until my eyes
hurt, but saw nothing. After about
an hour, turning to a course that
would take me in the direction from
which an enemy had to come, I flew
off to intercept—I now had barely
two hours’ fuel, and the farther
away from my base I met them, the
more successful my attack would be.
Lord! the ego that I possessed! I
honestly believe I thought I could
shoot down any number of Japs with
my single fighter. Again I say, more
of the valor of ignorance.
After forty-five minutes 1 turned
for home and began to let down to
eighteen thousand. Thirty miles
from the field I suddenly tensed to
the alert. Off ahead of me was a
dark column of smoke, rising high
in the air right in the position on the
world’s surface that the home field
should be. My tortured mind flashed
back to other results of bombings
that I had seen.
“My God,’’ I moaned, “while I’ve
been away looking for the bastards,
they’ve slipped in here and bombed
hell out of the home base!’’
With tears in my eyes I nosed
over and dove for the Zeros that
should be strafing the field. (Later
I was to learn a lot about this meth
od too.) The smoke was from base
all right, but I could see no enemy
planes. The only thing in the sky
was a single Douglas transport,
making a normal landing on the
runway. “Calling ‘NR-Zero—NR
Zero,” I asked what the fire was.
The reply was muddled, but every
thing seemed to be in order, for I
noticed two other transports clear
ing the field for China. I circled,
then dove on the smoking ruins of
the RAF operations “basha.” That
building had been the casualty, and
it was a total loss. I could see the
operatipns officer sitting out in the
open, some hundred feet from the
charred ruins, calmly carrying on
his duties.
When I’d gotten my fighter parked
again I went over and heard the
story. No Jap attack had come,
and I felt relieved—my single-ship
w-ar and I had not let the station
down. But as I heard the embar
rassed operations man tell his story
I remember choking discreetly and
leaving before I laughed myself to
death.
When the alert sounded, “Opps”—
the operations officer—had hurried
to the window of the thatch and
bamboo “basha” to see me take off
in the “bloody kite—that Kitty
hawk.” Seeing a transport from
Chin» about taland* and fearing_that
GOD IS MY
CO-PILOT
Col. Robert L.Scoff
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER 1: Scott’« early experiences
with gliders and airplanes. 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
W-N.U- RE.LE.ASft
the Japs would bomb it on the field,
he had then fired a Very pistol out
of the operations window: the red
Very light would be the signal for
the transport not to land but to fly
in the “stand-by” area. The Very
light had gone nonchalantly out of
the operations window, into the
wind, had curved gracefully back
into another window, and had
burned the bloody building in five
minutes. Operations was being car
ried on as usual from operations
desk, which was located in front of
the site of the former office. Bloody
shame, wasn’t it?
Well, it was tragic, but I guess
it was better than a bombing. And
so my first mission ended.
Came May Day, and I began the
greatest month in my life. I flew
every day in that long month, some
times as many as four missions a
day. By putting in a total of 214
hours and 45 minutes, I averaged
over seven hours a day for the
month. Most of this was in fighter
ships—my little old Kittyhawk and
I learned a lot, and we were very,
very lucky. When I had come in
from my first sortie, the day oper
ations burned down, my pal Col.
Gerry Mason kidded me a bit. Since
the next day started a new month,
I vowed then on the sacred relics of
my great-grandmother that during
those thirty-one days I would de
stroy a Japanese plane if I had to
go all the way to Rangoon.
We got pretty confident, the trans
port boys and I, for I used to go
with them across Burma, and Jop
lin and some of the other daredevils
would try to lure the Jap in to at
tack them. Jop would call over the
radio, in the clear: “NR-o from
transport one three four—I’m lost
near Bhamo—give me a bearing.”
Up there, some three thousand feet
above them, I’d be sitting with my
fighter, just praying that my “de
coy” w’ould work and some luckless
Jap would come in for the kill. Then
I’d imagine myself diving on his
tail, my six guns blazing. But the
ruse never worked. Sometimes I
think the “Great Flying Boss in the
Sky” was giving me a little more
practice before he put me to the
supreme test.
May the fifth was one of the big
days in my life. Waving good-bye
to Gerry Mason as I taxied out, I
saw him hold his thumb up to mt
to wish me good hunting. I waved
back and was in the air cn a sweep
towards central Burma. 1 went
straight to Myitkyina then, seeing
nothing, I swung South along the
Irrawaddy over Bhamo. Continuing
South I went right down on the Bur
ma Road, North of Lashio, and
searched for enemy columns. North
of the airport at Lashio I saw two
groups of troops in marching order.
I would have strafed them imme
diately, but I was afraid they might
be Chinese after all, there were two
Chinese armies coming North some
where in Burma. I made as though
to ignore them and they partially
scattered to the sides of the road.
Twelve trucks in the column kept
rolling to the North.
Then I momentarily forgot about
the troops—for in the northwestern
corner of the field at Lashio was a
ship. From my altitude of 2500 feet
I saw at once that it was a twin
engined enemy bomber, later iden
tified as a Mitsubishi, Army 97. It
was being serviced, for there were
four gasoline drums in front of it
and a truck that had evidently un
loaded the fuel. My gun switches
were already on, and had been since
I had seen the troop column. Now
I was diving for the grounded bomb
er and getting my “Christmas Tree”
sight lighted properly.
Hurriedly I began to shoot. I saw
men running from the truck and
jumping into the bushes to the side.
My first shots hit in front of the
plane, probably striking the fuel
drums, for heavy dust covered the
enemy ship. I released my trigger
as I pulled out of my dive, just
Chinese soldiers and coolies look
over Jap plane shot down by Col.
Scott.
clearing the trees behind my tar
get. As I looked back I saw the
red circle on one wing, but the other
was covered by the body of a man
who either had been shot or was try
ing to hide the identifying insignia.
Keeping the ship very low, I
turned 180 degrees for the second at
tack. This time I did better. I saw
my tracers go into the thin fuselage
and then into the engines. At first
I thought that what I was seeing
was more dust then I realized it
was smoke pouring from under the
ship. It was on fire. Foolishly then,
I pulled, up tfi ebout six hundred
feel if there had been anti-aircraft
fire, I know now they would have
shot me down. Again I turned and
shot at the truck and the gasoline
drums, and once more I saw the
tracers converge on the enemy ship.
Smoke was floating high in the sky—
I could smell it over the odor of cor
dite that came from my own guns.
Keeping very low again, I turned
East and found the Burma Road,
turned up it and started looking for
the columns which I now knew were
Japanese. I approached them from
the rear, fired from about a thou
sand yards, and the road seemed
to pulverize. The closely packed
troops appeared to rush back to
wards me as my speed cut the dis
tance between us. I held the six
guns on while I went the length of
the troop column and caught the
trucks. There were only six now,
but I fired into all of them and two
I saw burn immediately. On my
second pass, as I “S’ed” across the
road, I shot at each truck individu
ally, then turned for the troops
again. The road was so dusty that
I could barely see the bodies of
those I had hit on the first pass. I
suppose the others were hidden in
the brush to the side. As I pulled
up, I could see the black plume of
smoke to the South—my first enemy
ship was burning fiercely.
I made as though to leave the
area, then came in again from the
South on the troops after the dust
had settled. They had reformed but
were not as closely packed as be
fore. Again I strafed them, but this
time I saw that they were firing at
me. The trucks couldn’t get off
the road, and I exhausted my am
munition on them in two more
passes. One truck that I caught
dead center with a full two-second
burst seemed to blow up. When I
left, I knew that four of the trucks
were burning, and farther to the
South I could still see the smoke
of my first Jap plane rising high
above the trees of Burma.
Straight back to base I went, feel
ing very intoxicated with success.
At last I’d been able to see Japs and
draw blood. In thi* case thev had
been treated just as they had been
treating Allied ground troops, and I
was happy.
That afternoon I went back on
the second mission. I found the
wrecks of four trucks and baggage,
and objects that could have been
men, scattered all over the road.
The place where I had caught the
troop column showed about forty
dead men. The grounded plane had
burned, and with it had burned about
ten acres of the jungle. I fired a
long burst into’the truck and into
the four fuel drums in front of the
debris of the enemy bomber, but
they didn’t burn I guess the morn
ing fire had finished them. I
searched the country to the North
for more troops, but didn’t intercept
any.
I went back home highly elated—I
had drawn my first blood. I felt that
the world was good again. With pride
I radioed General Chennault that
his “shark” had been in use, that I
had caught lots of rats walking along
the Burma Road, and that one Army
97 bomber would fly no more for the
Japs.
Well, at last I’d seen an enemy
ship. It was a grounded bomber—
but after all, I’ve learned since then
that these planes on the ground
are sometimes pretty rugged busi
ness to get when you’re flying down
on them with all the anti-aircraft
fire in the w’orld seeming to con
verge on you. You’ve got to worry
about small-arms fire from every
enemy soldier, too, and it takes only
one little slug in the prestone radia
tor or the oil-cooler to stop you
mighty sudden.
The next day I went to Lashio
again and strafed the hangar that
had once been used by China Na
tional Airways Corporation—CNAC
—but I couldn’t bum it. There were
no ships on the field except an RAF
Blenheim that had been strafed by
the Japs on the ground on the North
end of the runway.
I turned back to the North to look
for the gasoline stores that I knew
had been at Myitkyina. I was de
termined they were not going to fall
into Jap hands. Not finding them,
I spent the rest of my time flying
low on the Irrawaddy, looking for
enemy barges. It was a pretty un
profitable day.
When Myitkyina fell, I went over
there every day to burn the gasoline
that had been stored in tins in
the woods to the Northeast of the
end of the runway. I had found out
its location from British Intelli
gence, but the RAF Group Captain
had exacted from me a promise
that I would not fire into it until he
gav^ me the word.
It seems that he was afraid that
the firing and the burning of the fuel
would excite the native Burmese
who were in the village. I couldn’t
see what difference that would
make, for after all the Japs would
capture the thousands of gallons of
aviation gasoline, and the natives
were more than likely helping them
anyway. Though I held off, every
time I saw the shiny four-gallon
cans in the trees my finger itched
to burn the cache before the enemy
could use it. I passed the three
days of waiting in burning three
barges on the Irrawaddy, South of
Bhamo, and in setting a fuel barge
on fire down on the Chindwin. In
this last raid my ship picked up a
few small holes evidently some Jap
sympathizers had managed to get
my range.
Later in the week, the RAF Group
Captain told me that his Comman
dos in Myitkyina were going to
knock holes in all the fuel tins with
picks before they left the field to the
Japs. Nevertheless I kept watching
the gasoline stores while the Japs
moved to the North. On May 8,
when I got in my ship and started
the Allison, my friend the Group
Captain ran across the field to tell
me that the Japs could not get the
gasoline—it had been destroyed with
out fire, and thus the villagers would
not be panicked. Over the roar of
the engine I yelled that in that case
it would not burn when I fired into
it. For I had waited long enough
the Japs were in Myitkyina and I
wasn’t taking any chances on their
acquiring over 10^000 gallons of avi-
THE| BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON. OHIO
That spring song the first of the
week was shortlived anyway we
got a good preview of what is
coming there were pussy wil
lows anglers at the waterworks
quarry Sunday—and some mighty
good catches Friday night’s rain
provided night crawlers a-plenty
and Monday night’s downpour con
tinuing to hold up spring plowing—
but it filled long-dry cisterns which
means real luxury after struggling
with hard water since the holidays
and spring seeds beginning to
move from the dealers' shelves—ama
teur gardeners impatient to start and
oldtimers thumbing the almanac for
the right sign spring shopping
started for Easter, little more than
three weeks away and if you are
planning to paint this summer better
not wait for outside paint will be
hard to get unless you can find pre
war stocks and Bluffton’s juve
niles getting home earlier since
there’s no place to go after mid
night—sad life and a final
friendly reminder tl -,t there’s only
one week left to file your income tax
—and the Red Cross drive needs
your contribution.
If you have a bill*day
1 this month
you can join the “Machers” founded
by Dr. Helen Barnes of Findlay,
world traveler and a graduate of
Bluffton high school’s first class who
celebrates her birthday, Friday
and speaking of birthdays, there are
Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Conrad
whose birthday comes on the same
day—next Monday—they’ll be 53...
and another unusual Bluffton couple
are the Homer Groves both of whom
have the same initials—“H. E.”
Mr. Groves is Homer Ellsworth and
Mrs. Groves is Hazel Eleanor.
And when spring plowing season
arrives, there’s Waldo Lugibill at
Hope, North Dakota, who farms a
480 acre tract single-handed. Waldo
owns 320 acres of prairie land and
this year has taken over another 160
acres just to keep busy in his spare
time. He got an early start last
fall, however, by plowing 200 acres.
Waldo is a former Bluffton boy and
the son of A. E. Lugibill of South
Lawn avenue.
The Bluffton News gets around—
altho sometimes tattered and torn
as was last week’s edition when it
reached Mrs. C. D. Myers in Mans
field, Saturday morning. A mail bag
was accidentally thrown on the rail
road track at Crestline in the path
of an approaching train which ran
over the pouch and cuts its contents
to ribbons. Mrs. Myers is the daugh
ter of Mr. and Mrs. Sam Bame of
this place.
The draft horse is still in the
running—a team of 4 and 5 year
olds brought $366 at the William
Amstutz sale west of Beaverdam,
Saturday. It was a choice bit of
horseflesh and went to a Findlay
purchaser. The price, one of the
highest brought by a team at farm
sales this spring, is about half what
it would have brought some 15
years ago.
Mrs. Gladys Kaltenbach of Down
ey, Califj., daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
John Garlinger, is thanking her
father for renewing her subscription
to the Bluffton News, which keeps
her in touch with home folks. Gladys
and her daughter Bernadine left six
teen years ago for California.
Another former Blufftonite who
has settled in California is Miss Vir
ginia Roberts who has purchased a
home in Maywood, about 8 miles
from downtown Los Angeles. Mrs.
Florence Highland Murphy, former
Bluffton woman also lives in May
w-ood.
And from Tucson, Arizona, comes
ation fuel less than two nunarea
miles from our base.
When I came over the field at
Myitkyina, the enemy fired at me
while I was yet ten miles away I
could see the black bursts of the
37 mm AA in front and below me.
I started “jinking” and moved to
the Northeast, so that I could come
from out of the sun and be as far as
I could get from the field. With my
first burst the whole woods seemed
to blow up—I have never seen such
a flash as that which came when
that veritable powder-train of high
octane fuel caught fire from the trac
ers. I also fired at two of the gun
installations on the field. But the
bursts from the Jap guns were so
close to me that I decided to let
well enough alone, and turned for
home in Assam. Many times on the
way home I looked over my shoul
der, and the smoke from the thou
sands of gallons of gasoline was vis
ible when I was sixty miles from
Myitkyina.
Next day, May 9, I made four
raids into Burma. On the first of
these I escorted two transports pi
loted by Sartz and Sexton to Pao
shan, where they were going to land
to pickup the baggage of the AVG,
who were going on to Kunming. I
waited for them to land and take off
again, and then called goodby. They
were going on East within the air
controlled by the AVG, and I wanted
to look for Japs to the South any
way. Two hours later Paoshan
was badly bombed by the Japs
and so I missed a good party by
not staying around.
word from Noah N. Basinger, form
er Orange township resident out west
for benefit of his health that they
have been planting potatoes there
since the 14th of February. He also
visited a cattle ranch of 36,000 acres,
the owner of which has a larger
ranch of 80,000 acres in New Mexico
where he employs 1,000 cowboys with
1,200 horses taking care of 100,000
head of cattle. Arizona farmers cut
alfalfa seven times a year and stack
the bales out in the field as rainfall
is negligible and farms are irrigated
to provide moisture. Noah also
thanks the many friends who recent
ly remembered his birthday anni
versary and sent greeting cards.
S/Sgt. Eugene Firestone, husband
of the former Berda Gratz, daugh
ter of Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Gratz, of
this place, has written of his exper
iences in the Philippines with Ohio’s
famous 37th division. In part his
letter reads, “Things are going along
fine here, but anything can happen.
I am sitting by my foxhole, writing
on a piece of cardboard. The people
here were certainly happy to see us
come. They’ve had it pretty tough
the last three years. The other day
I traded a penny box of matches for
a roast chicken. We are able to get
all the chickens we want.” Sgt.
Firestone has been overseas 34
months.
It's a far cry from hunting Japs
in Burma jungles to the prosaic
career of a clerk-typist—but that’s
the change being made by Sgt. Wil
liam Meishke, step son of Otto
Greiner living a mile north of town
on the old Clymer farm. Meishke
was one of the famous Merrill’s Ma
rauders, a tough, smart, hard fight
ing outfit which prowled the jungles,
raised havoc with Japanese communi
cation lines and vanished before the
enemy, caught flatfooted, could mo
bilize a force to capture them.
Meishke was one of the first to land
at Guadalcanal and later volunteered
to go with Merrill’s men, where he
served as a machine gunner. He ar
rived in this country last fall and
visited the Greiners before leaving
for the Army ordnance camp at
Jackson ,Mississippi, where he is
learning to operate a typewriter in
place of a machine gun. Meishke
says he likes his new’ career—but if
the call ever comes for more Mau
rauders—well, he’s not predicting
just what he will do.
Cpl. Eugene Kohli, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Hiram Kohli is with the Amer
ican army in the vicinity of Dussell
dorf, Germany, where his aunt, Mrs.
Martha Kohli Schmunk lived for
four and one-half years before the
war. Her husband, Louis Schmunk,
a ceramic engineer was supervisor
of the factory of an American com
pany engaged in tlje manufacture of
bathroom fixtures and other porce
lain products. The Schmunks now’
live in Toronto, Canada.
More Bluffton service men meet in
Hawaii. The first of the w’eek a
letter w’as received by Mr. and Mrs.
H. E. Augsburger telling of the
meeting of Robert Stratton of the
Navy, son of Mr. and Mrs. Cliff
Stratton Chas. Conrad of the Army,
son of Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Con
rad and husband of Mrs. Ola Con
rad of Cherry street and Richard
Augsburger. They spent Sunday to
gether and really did have a good
visit. They hope to see Lt. Robert
West soon as they have found he is
on the same island.
Lady Luck smiled on Mrs. Frank
Zuercher and gave her one of those
rare coincidences w’hich pinochle
players dream of—but seldom see.
While spending the week end in
Findlay, the Bluffton woman, playing
in a three-hand pinochle game held
a combination of a “run” of five
cards and three hundred pinochle,
making a score in the neat amount
of 640.
New’s Want-ads bring results.
BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY
March is the Birthday of the
Farm Bureau Life Insurance
Company. During that month
I shall give the h^***pbssible
service to alljUH^policyholders
and their ds. Call me for
help with any insurance ques
tions or probli ms.
WHITMER*
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245 W. Grove
Blufftm, Ohio
Repr senting
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THE A. C. & Y.
RAILROAD NEEDS
BRAKEMEN
BOILERMAKERS
MACHINISTS
CAR HEPfRMEN
SECHONMEN
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.
Elrose
Union Revival services are in pro
gress at the Olive Branch U. B. church
each evening this week except Sat
urday. Rev. Irvin Kauffman of Mt.
Cory and Rev. R. Clark of Rawson
are in charge. You are invited to at
tend these sendees.
Word was received Monday morn
ing by Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Koontz
that their son, Sgt. Robert F. Koontz
is missing in action over Germany
since Feb. 16.
Miss Joan Gallant of Marion spent
the week end at the J. R. Fisher
home. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Koontz
were Sunday guests.
Junior Arnold is enjoying a leave
with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd
Arnold. He is stationed in California.
Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Nonnamaker
called at the Emaline Nonnamaker
home, Sunday afternoon. Evening
callers were Mr. and Mrs. Howard
Stauffer of Bluffton and Mr. and Mrs.
Arthur Nonnamaker and daughter,
Kaye.
Honoring Bernard Chrisman who is
home from California on leave, the
following were entertained Sunday at
the M. J. Stratton home: Mr. and
Mrs. Bernard Stratton, daughter,
Elaine and son Larry, Mrs. Claude
Christman, daughters Rose and Nancy
and son Robert and Edgar of Find
lay, Mr. and Mrs. Wright Klingler
and family and Mr. and Mrs. J. D.
Clymer and the honored guests, Mr.
Christman, wife and little son Terry.
Callers at the Ami Nonnamaker
home the past week were Rev. R.
Clark of Rawson, Rev. and Mrs. I.
Kauffman and Mr. and Mrs. W. B.
Kramer of Mt. Cory: John and Fern
Koch, Mr. and Mrs. Russell Elzay and
daughters, Frank Dray, Mr. and Mrs.
Thomas Koontz, Mr. and Mrs. Oliver
Nonnamaker, Mr. and Mrs Albert
Gossman, Rosalyn Gossman and Bess
Arnold of Bluffton, Mr. and Mrs. C.
V. Klingler. Mr. and Mrs. Howard
Nonnamaker and sons, Mr. and Mrs.
Walter Hamilton and daughter Betty.
Chas. Montgomery,
Koontz, son Clifford,
Koontz and son Raymond, Mr.
Mrs. Arthur Nonnamaker and
ghter Kaye.
Mrs. Lucinda
Mrs. Henry
and
dau-
and
Mr. and Mrs. Russell Elzay
family and Miss Fern Koch
callers at the home of Mrs. M. J.
Stratton during the past week.
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The Olive Branch Ladies Aid society
met at the home of Mrs. Zilla Hixon,
Wednesday afternoon.
Prospective future meat supplies
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pig possible from spring litters.
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STATE OF OHIO
Joseph T. Ferguson, Auditor of State
Bureau of Inspection and Supervision of
Public Offices
ANNUAL FINANCIAL REPORT
Richland Township, Allen County, Ohio.
For the Fiscal Year Ending Ilecember 31, 1944.
Population... .3,765. 1940
Total Salaries and W’ages Paid During
the Year 1944 ........................ 3 2,745.68
Tax Valuation ......................... 35,065,430.00
Tax Levy .......................................... 3 1.30
Bluffton. Ohio, Jan. 27, 1945
I hereby certify the following report to be
correct. N. W. BASINGER,
Townahip Clerk
GENERAL TOWNSHIP FUNDS
Receipts
General Property Tax ....................... 3 4.383.52
Sales Tax ............................................... 981.84
Gasoline Tax 2,697.94
Cigarette Tax ............................................. 6.19
Cemeteries—Sales of Lota 60.00
Miscellaneous (Receipts (List)
Rent, Town Hall ............................. 1.00
County Engineer ..................... 972.05
Total Receipts ........................... 3 9.102.54
Payments
General Executive Services—
Compensation of Trustees 8 1.02o.50
Compensation of Clerk ................... 427.78
Expenses erf Trustees & Clerks .. 6.40
Total Genera] Executive Services 1.459.68
Poor Relief—Burial Expenses .....8 75.00
Highways—
Roed Maintenance and Repair— ...
Labor and Materials .j—• I.Wd.25
Cemeteries—
Com:ensation ofJXflrc!^
and EmplojtsewT. ... 370.50
Tools, Machinery and* Material* .. 15.50
Miscellaneous (List)
Genera] Supplies ...4....................... 178.87
Memorial Day Expenste 25.00
......................8 8.
-ation by Funds
Total Payments
Summary of Op
General Townahip Fun
Balance. January 1, 1914 (Clerk’s) 8 4.584.53
Receipts During Year 1 9.102.54
Total Receipts and Balance .. 813,687.07
Payment* During Year! 8 8,957.80
Balance. Dee. 31. 1944 (Clerk’s)* ..8 4,729.27
Outstanding WarrantsJ
Dec. 31, 1944 (Add)
Balance in Depository,
|.91
31. 1944 8 4.860.18
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