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THURSDAY, JULY 12, 1945
CHAPTER I: Scott's early experiences
with gliders and airplanes. He goes to
Ft. McPherson and enlist* in the regular
army as a private.
CHAPTER 11: 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 mile® to Georgia
over every week-end to see his girl. Scott
is now graduated from Kelly Field and
ha* wi'hgs 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 Uncie Sam in order to gain more
flying time, and gets married.
CHAPTER V: The *ai edges close:
and he is farther than ever from comba:
duty. He ha* been told he' is too old
for combat flying, and after December 1.
1941, he begins writing Generals all over
the country for a chance to fly a fighter
plane.
CHAPTER VI: Scott eolos a Flying
Fortress for the first time and make*
twenty practice landings. He leave* for
India from a Florida point
CHAPTER VII: Easter Sunday in Af
rica. They fly along the Arabian coast
and land at Karachi, India, covering
11,000 miles tn eight day*.
CHAPTER VIM: Col. Haynes order*
the group to report at a base in Eastern
A**am, on the India-Burma border.
CHAPTER IX: Burma t* falling into
the hand* of the Jap*. Flying over
bombed and burned Chinese town* they
land at Schwebo. Scott meet* General
Stilwell and hi* party.
CHAPTER X: Scott** group carries
refugee* out of Burma, heavily overload
ing the plane*. He pay* a visit to Gen.
Chennault and tell* 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: Open season on Jap»—
the big adventure is near. Scott gets
his first Jap—-an army bomber on the
ground. He bums up some Jap trucks
and a fuel dump.
CHAPTER XII: Scott goes on some
strafing missions with his “Old Ex
terminator,’’ as he ha* now nicknamed
his Kittvhawk, and cuts a Jap battalion
to bits.
CHAPTER XJH: The AVG are told
they are to be inducted into the U. S.
army. Scott return* to India end con
tinues his single ship raids on the Jape.
He is now known back in the States as
“the one man air force."
CHAPTER XIV: Col. Haynes Is moved
to China to head the bomber command
under Gen. Chennault and Scott is left
alone as commanding officer of the Ferry
Command. Scott is ordered to report to
Gen. Chennault in Kunming. China, as
commanding officer of the 23rd Fighter
Group.
CHAPTER XV: Col. Scott Is ordered
to proceed to the Kweilin area to take
charge of fighter operations.
CHAPTER XVI: He intercepts a flight
of Jap plane* and downs a bomber.
His tank is empty but he succeeds in
landing it dry.
CHAPTER XVD: In which Scott tell*
about hl* friend, Major “Tex” Hill, to
whom he owes hi* life. Maj. Alison is
hit and tries to land hl* crippled bomber
at night
CHAPTER XV1I1: Maj. Alison, who
had crashed in the river and had been
given up for lost, comes back in a sedan
chair carried by admiring Chinese. Chi
nese coolies and rivermen by means of a
method over three thousand years old
raise and salvage the sunken P-40.
CHAPTER XIX: The lighter side of
life In China. The fight put up by Lt.
Dallas Clinger of Wyoming.
CHAPTER XX: Capt. Charlie Sawyer
crash-lands and is unable to identify
himself. Tribesmen get set to execute
him but some new arrival saves him.
CHAPTER XXI: The “Old Extermi
nator" gets into another fight and one
more Jap will never fly again. The
Kittyhawk is so badly mauled it is
condemned from further use. Col. Scott
get* a new P-40E.
CHAPTER XXII: Another "probable”
for Scott Lt. Daniels is wounded and
Maj. Bruce Holloway is shot down, but
crash-lands in a rice paddy.
CHAPTER XXIII: Col. Scott leaves on
his greatest mission to date, with Gen.
Haynes tn the lead bomber. "Tex” Hill
gets a Zero.
CHAPTER XXIV
As I looked around now the bomb
ers were gone, but climbing up from
the South I saw four twin-engine
ships that I thought were I-45’s
later we decided they were Japa
nese Messerschmitts. I had plenty
of altitude on the leader, and start
ed shooting at him from long range,
concentrating on his right engine.
He turned to dive, and I followed
him straight for the water. I re
member grinning, for he had made
the usual mistake of diving instead
of climbing. But as I drew up on
the twin-engine ship. I began to be
lieve that I had hit him from the
long range. His ship was losing al
titude rapidly in a power glide, but
he was making no effort to turn. I
came up to within fifty yards and
fired into him until he burned. I saw
the ship hit the water and continue
to burn. We had been going to
wards the fog bank in the direction
of the Philippines, and I wondered
if the Jap had been running for Ma
nila.
GOD IS MY
CO-PILOT
Col. Robert L.Scoff
SYNOPSIS
I shot at two of the other twin
engine ships from long range but
couldn’t climb up to them. Then I
passed over Hongkong island, flying
at a thousand feet I was too lew
but didn’t want to waste any time
climbing. And I saw something that
gripped my heart—a fenced-in en
closure which I knew was Fort Stan
ley, the British and American prison
camp. There was a large group
standing in the camp and waving
at my ship. Mv saddest feeling of
the. war ^"rne over, .then. ’Jure
W-N.U- RE.LE.ASt
were soldiers who had been prison
ers of the Japanese for nearly a year.
Month after month they had waited
for the sight of Allied airplanes at
tacking Hongkong—and at last it
had come. Even in their suffering
they were waving a cheer to the
few United States planes that had
finally come, and I swore to myself
I’d come back again and again.
Then I saw above me the criss
crossing vapor paths of an area
w’here fighter ships have sped
through an air attack. They almost
covered the sky in a cloud. Here
and there were darker lines that
could have been smoke paths where
ships had burned and gone down to
destruction.
I was rudely jerked back to at
tention by a slow voice that yet was
sharp: “If that’s a P-40 in frdnt of
me, waggle your wings.” I rocked
my wings before I looked. Then I
saw the other ship, a P-40 nearly a
mile away. I think from the voice
it was Tex Hill. I went over to
wards him and together we dove
towards home.
The presence of the other P-40
made me feel very arrogant and
egotistical, for I had shot down four
enemy ships and had damaged oth
ers. So I looped above Victoria har
bor and dove for the Peninsular
Hotel. My tracers ripped into the
shining plate-glass of the pent
houses on its top, and I saw the
broken windows cascade like snow
to the streets, many floors below. I
laughed, for I knew that behind
those windows were Japanese high
officers, enjoying that modern ho
tel. When I got closer I could see
uniformed figures going down the
fire-escapes, and I shot at them. In
the smoke of Kowloon I could smell
oil and rubber. I turned for one
more run on the packed fire-escapes
filled with Jap soldiers, but my next
burst ended very suddenly. I was
out of ammunition. Then, right into
the smoke and through it right down
to the tree-top levels, I headed
Northwest to get out of Japanese
territory sooner, and went as fast as
I could for Kweilin.
I was the last ship in, and the
General was anxiously waiting for
me, scanning the sky for ships to
come in. He knew I had shot down
an enemy, for I had come in with
my low-altitude roll of victory. But
when I jumped from my cramped
seat and said, “General, I got four
definitely,” he shook my hand and
looked very happy. “That makes
nineteen then,” he said, “for the
fighters and the bombers.”
We had lost a fighter and a bomb
er. The bomber had become a strag
gler when one engine was hit by anti
aircraft then it was shot to pieces
by one of the twin-engined Jap fight
ers. The pilot had managed even
then to get it down, but he had re
mained in the ship to destroy the
bomb-sight, and had been shot
through the foot by a Jap cannon.
Two of the bomber crew had bailed
out and were captured. The other
two carried the injured pilot until
he had begged them to leave him
alone and escape. They had ban
daged his foot tightly, but had re
fused to go without him.
As they moved on through the en
emy lines that night, they stopped
to rest, and the wounded pilot
crawled away from them to insure
their getting away to the guerrilla
lines. They escaped, and later we
received a letter signed by the other
two crewmen which said that the
pilot had been captured and was
then in a Japanese hospital. The
letter was a Japanese propaganda
leaflet that the Japs had dropped
near Kweilin, but being properly
signed, it gave us hope for the re
mainder of the crew, and for the
heroic pilot, Lieutenant Allers.
That night Morgan led a night
raid to bomb Canton, and had a
successful attack. Later the same
night, Ed Bayse led six bombers to
destroy the power station on Hong
kong Island. In his return to Kwei
lin, five of his ships landed but the
other continued to circle—informing
the radioman that he had no air
speed and thus was having difficulty
bringing the fast bomber in to land.
Bayse, who had worked all the
day and most of the night over ene
my lines, started his ship and went
aloft, got the other ship on his wing
in formation, and told the pilot to
keep the position. And then this
experienced bomber pilot led the
younger pilot in to a safe landing.
It w*as teamwork of the sort that
had begun to appear among the
bomber crews, and more important
still, as the co-ordinated attack had
shown, between the fighters and
bombers. This was what Colonel
Cooper had been working for during
the past several months.
Cooper had done another fine job,
one that we learned of only after we
returned to Kunming from the at
tack. In India the field in Assam
had been raided heavily by the Jap
anese at the same hour as our at
tack on Kowloon, and simultaneous
ly the Japanese had tried to strike
at Kunming with a large force. Colo
nel Cooper had been left behind in
the hospital with a sinus infection.
He was chafing at the bit, and we
sympathized with him—for after
having planned the greatest raid of
the war in China, he had been forced
out of accompanying the mission.
But it has always been our con
tention out there that "everything
happens for the best." And it proved
out again. When the enemy planes
approached Kunming, Cooper left
the hospital and took charge of the
defense of the home base. He sent
Schiel’s Squadron towards the South
at .exactly thjg. ri"ht_time. They net
only” infercepteu the enemy' and
foiled the attack but shot down eight
of the enemy. That made the score
for the Group twenty-seven enemy
planes on October 25th, and three
highly successful bombing raids.
We were ordered home the next
day, although we now had the ene
my at our mercy without fighter
protection against future raids to-
’SAI
Gen. Chennault observes the re
turn of the C.A.T.F. from a raid.
Lieut. Grossclose at left.
wards Hongkong. But heavy at
tacks had come to India, and we
were needed to protect the terminus
of the ferry route to China.
We managed, however, to leave a
small force of P-40’s under Holloway
and Alison, with mission to dive
bomb shipping in Victoria harbor
within the next few days. They
took eight planes down and dove
through the overcast towards some
big enemy freighters that were on
the way South towards the Solo
mons. Their bombs damaged two
8,000-ton freighters and sank a 12,
000-ton vessel. Captain O’Connell
made this last direct hit by almost
taking his bomb down the smoke
stack of the enemy vessel, and in
doing so he was shot down. He
took the bomb very low, and in re
covering from the dive he was at
tacked by a single enemy, who got
one of the best pilots in the Squad
ron. Clinger and Alison saw the
enemy ship, but from their dis
tance they could do nothing in time
to save O’Connell. While Alison was
getting the lone enemy ship, Clinger
dove in anger along the docks of
Kowloon, strafing three anti-aircraft
positions in the face of very heavy
ground-fire.
The most vivid memories of our
air war in China come from the lit
tle things. Like the memory of
General Chennault, sitting there at
the mouth of the cave in Kweilin
through the long hours while we
were away on the attack missions.
Sitting there smoking his pipe and,
like a football coach, planning the
next week’s work. Joe, the Gener
al’s little black dashshund, would be
burrowing into the rocks, looking for
the inevitable rats. When with the
passing minutes the P-40’s or the
bombers were due to return, the
General would begin to watch the
eastern sky. There he would sit
without a word until the last ship
was accounted for. Sometimes I
thought: The General lives through
every second of the combat with us.
With his keen knowledge of tactics
and of the Jap too, he sees exactly
what we are doing.
Another memory that always
brings a smile is Lieutenant Couch's
face when he was explaining what
happened the first time he got a Jap
Zero in his sights. The enemy ship
was a lone “sitter,” probably some
inexperienced Japanese pilot who
wasn’t looking around and didn’t
know the P-40 was behind him.
Couch said he kept moving up closer
and closer until he knew the Jap
was going to be dead the instant he
pressed his trigger. Then he pressed
—and nothing happened. He
squeezed the trigger until he thought
he’d press the top off the stick he
found that he shut his eyes, flinched,
and bit his lip, but still the guns
didn’t fire.
The American pilot from the Caro
linas swore and throttled back, drop
ping to the rear while the Jap kept
flying innocently on. After Couch
had recharged his guns he began to
stalk the Zero again, going closer
and closer until he could see the
enemy pilot at the controls. He set
his sights right on the cockpit and
pressed the trigger once more. And
again nothing happened.
Couch came home disgusted, and
I think he worked on his guns all
night.
One memory brings back a joke
on myself. I had been on a long
flight toward Hankow, and from the
time of take-off, all the way to the
enemy base, all during combat, and
then back home, I had been forced
to pump my landing-gear up manu
ally every ten miles. At eighteen
thousand feet, in the rarefied air
and with an oxygen mask on, this
becomes monotonous work, but in
combat it’s even a dangerous kind
of work. I had pumped and pumped,
and just as I’d get the wheels back
up the hydraulic valve would re
lease the pressure and I’d feel that
the wheels were slowly dropping
again. Now, after nearly seven hun
dred miles of it, over some three
hours and a half, I pumped them
up once morp and they seemed to
hold. I asked my wing man to fly
up close and investigate.
Bruce Holloway told me later that
they had all been listening for re
ports of the fight, via the Command
Radio back in Kunming—when over
the ether they heard a very South
ern drawl disgustedly calling, “Du
bois, fly up close to me and see if
that goddam wheel is down again."
We tried to hold the chatter over
the radios to a minimum, but there
were times when the men released
their emotions into the microphone,
and we thought it better not to try to
cut it out altogether. We had codes
for every purpose, but we found that
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it was just as od to '-ss fur it in
the clear or in veiled American
slang. Sometimes the re‘orts that
came as a natural res se to ac
tions were better than any *. at could
have been p!ann i and ntten by
the masters.
Up between Henman and Ling
ling we had broken the main Jap
force with several attacks and there
were only stragglers an und the sky.
We had been searching cm out for
fifteen minutes when I saw and
heard a remark that was nothing
short of classic. From 21.000 feet
I observed a lone Zero. But there
was a P-40 trailing him, and so I
held my altitude and watched. The
P-40 closed the gap more and more,
following the acrobatics of the Jap,
and then drew up for the kill. As
the tracers from the six guns went
into the Zero I heard the voice of
Captain Goss say, “There. Hirohito,
you bastard—God rest your soul."
Over the radio you could also hear
the staccato roll of the six Fifties.
The Zero slowly rolled over to de
struction.
Sometimes the hated Japs had the
last word. In regions w ere the air
warning net was working poorly or
not at all, our first knowledge of
the approach of the enemy would
be the sight of Japanese bombers
overhead. As the bombs blasted the
runways and the Jap radial engines
were taking their ships at high alti
tude back towards thc:r bases, we
would hear over the radio on our
exact frequency, in perfect English:
“So sorry, please, so sorry.”
We would just shake our fists and
wait for better days.
When I first brought “Old Exter
minator” to China, I had painted the
number 10 on the fuselage. Later on
we used the last three numerals of
the Air Corps numbers for call let
ters, or were assigned some name
like "ash,” “oak,” or “pine.” But
the first time I came back from
Chungking, late one afternoon, I ap
proached Kunming down the usual
corridor, expecting that to identify
me automatically, and from far out
I called by radio: “One-Zero, coming
in from the North.” Of course I
was using the numerals of the num
ber “ten” to identify me to the ra
dio-man. Instead, as I came over
the field I saw ahti-aircaft men of
the Chinese Army running for their
guns, and I saw six P-40’s taking
off to shoot the invader down. Mean
ing me. You’ve probably guessed it
by now—the radioman gathered that
some one had just warned him that
one enemy Zero was about to strafe
the field. Needless to say, I took
myself to safer places for a few min
utes until I could properly identify
my ship. Then I landed and changed
the fuselage number to lucky “sev
en”—but definitely not seventy.
There just wasn’t much relaxa
tion in China with Scotch at one
hundred dollars gold a bottle—when
you could find it. In fact, we didn't
get to drink anything except boiled
water and that really terrible rice
wine. This we had to learn to down
with the Chinese and in their man
ner, which was with the inevitable
salute, “Gambey,” or “bottoms up.”
Then they’d come and proudly show
you the bottoms of their glasses,
and you’d have to follow suit with a
weak little gambey.
Then there was the incessant ring
ing of the telephones in the warning
net plotting-room that got on all
our nerves. After months I found
out that without exception every pilot
tried not to let others know of his
nervousness. But it became un
mistakable, for the tension that built
up around the card-tables in the
alert shacks was not the most ef
fectively disguised in the world.
LaFayette
Mrs. Louise Cloore is visiting
with Sgt. and Mrs. George Blossom
of Biloxi, Mississippi who are spend
ing a furlough at the home of Mr.
and Mrs. Wilbur Sharitts of Lima.
Mrs. Raychel Rex entertained at
dinner Saturday evening Miss Fran
ces Baxter of Delphos, Miss Dorothy
Mackelderry, Mrs. Alice Gordon,
Mrs. Lola Taylor, Mrs. Marguerite
Schultice and Mrs. Lois Hall.
Mrs. Josie Hall was a Wednesday
night guest of Mr. and Mrs. E. E.
Hall.
Mrs. Carrie Cooney of Ada and
Mrs. Ollie Carman were Tuesday
guests of Mrs. Mary Vorhees and
Mrs. Cora Ellie.
Miss Alice Albert returned Wed
nesday from a visit with Mrs.
Eunice Werner of Portsmouth.
Mrs. Lizzie Widding of Nanistee,
Michigan and Mrs. Raymond Wid
ding of Muskegan Heights, Michi
gan were Friday and Saturday
guests of Mr. and Mrs. William
Hall.
Clarence Hall and Mrs. Josie Hall,
Mrs. Lizzie Widding and Mrs. Ray
mond Widding were Friday evening
callers of Mrs. Kathryn Staley and
Miss Ethel Staley.
News Want-ads bring results.
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Everything humming after Bluff
ton’s vacation Fourth of July week
Dave Risser’s hamburger place
and Vel’s Beauty Box and others
resplendent in new interior decora
tions and Bill Edwards of
Basinger’s furniture was in Chicago
looking up new merchandise
and Stevens Smith of the Allen
Farm Bureau Co-op which recently
opened a salesroom in the former
Siefield bakery spot says the mer
chandise situation shows no signs of
loosening up however business
in Bluffton is good, with the Citizens
bank above the three million dollar
mark which isn’t hay and speak
ing of hay, there’s lots of it being
cut in the Bluffton district these
days—and with the labor situation
being what it is, some farmers were
putting it up last Sunday and
wheat cutting under way and
com cultivation pressing which keeps
the farmer busy from dawn to dusk,
besides keeping a wary eye out be
cause of the threat of thefts of
livestock from pasture fields to
supply black markets uncon
firmed reports that a sheep and steer
had been stolen and butchered in the
field on a farm north of town one
night last week and the retail
meat situation here shows no signs
of improvement predicted last month
by government agencies fact is,
the local markets were out of pork
by noon last Saturday and in
view of the present situation with
crowds lining meat market counters
we would suggest lifting the three
hour Main street parking limit
after all it’s better to get a ticket
for overtime parking than to lose
one’s place at the butcher shop
and housewives frantically scouring
the markets for laundry soap and
washing powders fearful that they
will be rationed—and grocers har
hassed to the point of desperation
hoping that they will.
A Bluffton retailer, who insists
that he is in no wise superstitious,
says that Monday’s volume of busi
ness will invariably indicate whether
the week will be good or poor. A
good day’s business on Monday
means good business for the remain
der of the week—conversly, a poor
day on Monday will mean little to
be expected that week, he declares.
THESE THREE PRETTY, young Polish underground fighter* are smiling
through the barbed wire of the camp in Germany where tliey were imprisoned
for their part in the Warsaw uprising of 1944. They were liberated by Polish
trpop*. who gave them not only freedom but clothe*. Girl* are wearing uniform*
of Polish sergeants, with the Polish eagle insignia. In the underground, their
|nly uniform was their courage.
PeManal
Bluffton amateur skygazers who
had pieces of window glass care
fully smoked and ready to view the
eclipse Monday morning were dis
appointed. Heavily overcast skies
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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.
(Unit") Nation! Photo)
here made the eclipse a flop as far
as seeing any of the “sights” was
concerned.
Two items appearing in current
national publications are of interest
to Bluffton people. An article in
last week’s Saturday Evening Post
with a biographical sketch of Ohio’s
Governor Frank Lausche mentioned
the fact that after he graduated
from law school he began practising
with the firm of Locher, Green &
Woods in Cleveland. The senior
partner of the firm was the late
Cyrus Locher, prominent Cleveland
attorney who was a native of Riley
township and a brother of Mrs. Mary
Diller of Cherry street. Locher, who
later became United States Senator
materially assisted Lausche in enter
ing political life.
The July number of the National
Geographic magazine in an article
on the Potomac river region carries
a colored picture of the apple grow
ing district and mentions the fact
that the C. H. Musselman company
one of the large processors of apple
products ship 15 carloads daily
during the season. The late C. H.
Musselman who was head of the
company bearing his name was one
of the large benefactors of Bluffton
college. Among other gifts he was
the donor of the Musselman library.
Since his death his widow has con
tinued benefactions to the school
here. Headquarters of the Mussel
man company are in Biglerville, Pa.
Comes word from Pvt. Russ Gratz
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in paratroop training at Ft. Benning,
Ga. Russ together with 20 others
is taking a special course in demoli
tion technique and he says that
altho the paratroop boys get an
extra $50 a month, they earn every
cent of it.
Some things about Bluffton you
may remember—
When the town pump at the side
of the city building was one of
Bluffton’s chief sources of drinking
water.
When H. IJ. Gottshall now of
Toledo operated a pretzel factory
here.
When Fred Zehrbach was one of
the immortals of Bluffton high
school’s football team.
And Charlie Hankish was a line
man on the city team.
And the boys who used to sing
close harmony in the barbershop
quartets. Some of them we recall:
Emmet Stauffer, Fred Mitsch, Burl
Worthington, Shev and Harry
Amstutz.
When the Bluffton Reds were one
of the hot city basketball teams in
this section engaged in a perpetual
feud with the Lima White Stars.
W’hen Wilson Hawk ran a bus to
the Lake Erie & Western and
“Narrowguage” depots.
And Dode Murray ran a dray line.
And George Tipton ran a restaur
ant—and also the band.
And everyone went to the post
office to get their mail after the
evening train came in.
And Henry Ruhl nan a bakery on
Cherry street where George Rauen
buhler has his plumbing shop.
And three cream separator manu
facturing companies flourished here
—The Arras, Sanitary and Boss.
And no one ever heard of ration
ing, one piece bathing suits or
shacks when rubber tire buggies
were the smartest thing on the road
—and Cedar Point excursions were
the high spot of the summer season
—those were the days.
News Want-ads bring results.
ALL KINDS OF
Roofing and
Siding
Free Estimas
We have the material and
will finish your job complete.
Arvin B. Scheele
226 N. Spring St., Bluffton, O.
Phone 469-Y
nrr On Women’s
Lu/^ Uli Footwear
O. P. A. Odd Lot Release
Non-rationed
NO STAMP REQUIRED
July 9 to 29
Come early this stock will move quickly.
STEINER & HUSER
FOOTWEAR CLOTHING HABERDASHERY
per pair
FOR KITCHENS
NIW BEAUTY WITH RATTER«ON-SA«GENT FAINTS
Pint 85c Quart $1.55 Gallon $5.00
Greding Hardware
FOR BATHROOMS