4 FLYING WITH SHAFFER SEEING BULLETS LETTERS FROM A DAUPHIN' COUNTY BOY TO MS MOTHER Somewhere in France, January 23, 1918. Dear Mother:— Your letters are also beginning to arrive in bunches, three of them arriving yesterday, and much to my surprise and pleasure, few lines from Dad also. They did not come* until the afternoon, and I had been out in the early morning to help in an infantry attack. To say I was interested Would be putting it mildly, for it was my first real Hose look at those "wriggles" which house the Huns, as the Captain led us down to within 300 meters of the trenches. That seems to be a pet hobby of his—attacking the trenches, I mean—for every time I go out with him, he will fly right over a hot sector and then up on one wing and down in a succession of long swoops regardless of shrap nel, bullets, wind, clouds or any thing else, blazing away with our machine gun as we come. A Bnttle From the Clouds We were all surprised the night before when orders came that a pa trol was due to start at fi.3o. That's a most unearthly hour for we avia tors, so it isn't to be wondered at that I- was the only one there and 4 5 minutes late at that. The .Cap tain and Lieutenant were awaiting tne and after balling me out for being late, led us in a room and showed us where we were going, pointing out a small town on the map. We were to help in an in fantry attack which was taking place there. The clouds were very low, CATARRH VANISHES litre is One Treatment That All Suf- J ferera C'an Rely I'pon If you want to drive catarrh and all its disgusting symptoms from jour system in the shortest possible time, KO to your druggist and ask for a Hyomei outfit today. Breathe Hyomei and it will rid yu of catarrh; it gives such quick relief that all who use it for the first time are astonished. 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This sounded interesting and I was sure tickled to go along, not knowing what 1 was in for, but mighty anxious to get there, as we neared the Tines one could see the artillery blazing away all over Jhe place, by the spurts of tire shooting out from many hidden nooks. In deed, I was some surprised to see those spurts coining from among little clumps of trees, or along small streams that- I had often used as marks to guide me home, but I could see no guns, probably because I was too busy taking in the rest of the scene. Swooplne on Ihe Huns It was all so new to me, and if I was ldoking for excitement I sure had found it. as the sky was full of ,planes and 1 am still wondering how many were Boche. I did pick out the tricolor on a number of them, but had no tiniie to look closer for identification marks, as we had reached the lines, and down went the Captain in a steep swoop for'the German lines, me right near him on one side and the Lieu tenant on the other. We were about 1,800 meters, so it took several S shaped dives to come, down, and say, we weren't making time. Whew!! but we were traveling, wires were whistling, and some times the whole machine would quiver with the strain I was putting on it. But the Captain said, keep near him, and stay with him I did,- despite shrapnel, artillery fire or bullets. Coming out of a long swoop at 000 meters the Captain made a straight dive for the Ger man trenches, shooting as he dove. So did I, but it didn't do much good, as my.gun jammed after two shots and refused to work thereafter, and since the trouble could not be fixed while in flight I finally gave up trying to make it shoot. And there I was, an unarmed bird, and I had one of two things to do, either beat it for home, or stick. In the Smoke of Battle I stuck, since I feared the Captain might think me afraid if I left for camp. So I kept on following close to the Captain as he dodged in and out among the shrapnel and swooped down twice again on the trenches. The second time he went down I noticed a peculiar smell to the air, which made my nose smart and I .could not imagine what it was until we got down closer. Then the odor was more noticeable, and 1 knew it was gun'powder I was smell ing. For the first time in my life the smoke of battle was literally rolling over me. And then we were down to 200 meters, and I could see the infantry crossing "No Man's Land," and particularly the men at tacking with liquid fire, who re minded me of a lot of lighting bugs as they dodged hither and yon. But I 'had little time to make compari sons, one never has in this game, for everything happens too quickly, for the Captain was turning and using his speed gained on the dive to climb up again. Funny thing about that trip, I never had the least fear, regarding the whole thing as a lark, and naturally, I had the time of my life. A Breath of Big Bertha Of course, there was the usual artillery duel going on, and it just occurred to me to wonder why so many planes could sail all around through that leaden hail and never get hit, for they are not like shrap nel, which one can see and dodge. Thinking it over now I can distinctly remember when we got down real low that I got some awful "btimps" that were not caused by the wind. It's quite possible one of those "big Berthas" gave me U breezy welcome as he sped past. I'm getting used to shrapnel now and regarding it with more contempt every day, al though I will confess that I still unconsciously duck when one goes oft real close. And it's so absolutely foolish, because after the explosion there is no danger. It probably Is the noise, for they go off with a clap off thunder and the hollow boom they let out sounds like the knell of doomsday. Due Last Swoop .Well, to come back to the front line trencheswhere I left the Cap tain, we continued to circle and dive around the attacked sector for over an hour, at least, so my watch said, j which hangs near me, with the alti meter, tachometer and compass, and [ then makinp one last swoop at the trenches, we started for home at a low altitude. When we landed, the Captain said his sun had jammed also, and that made me glad that I had stuck with him instead of going back when my gun was out of order. He is a wonderful Captain, I with plenty of nerve, and speaks | English very fluently. I believe he I likes to fly as well as I do, because he always leads a patrol out when ever there is flying weather. He also designed the' escadrille- emblem, which is two-martins on a diamond shaped background of gold, and very beautiful, since the birds are blue with, white throats and a little red also, so we have the red, white and blue right on the emblem. Not sat isfied with that, the member of the machine is painted in red with a white border. Yes ma'am, we -sure are some classy-looking escadrille. Thunder Claps The same afternoon of the above j attack, the Captain led us out again, ! and since the clouds were low we | llew above them. They were not j very thick, one could see right i through them, and the scenery was ; very beautiful to look upon, al j though nothing like the experience J I had with clouds at Pau. "Chiffon" I would best express their texture, | for they were very fleecy, and look- I ing down an my Captain's green | plane as he was outlined against this i white background made a very | beautiful picture— l -and then two I claps of thunder made me duck, one I going under me and the other be j side me and put a stop to my mus- I ings on the beauties of nature, and I I applied myself to dodging those I black puffs and claps of thunder. I It was pretty late in the after | noon—about 4 P. M.—so the Cap j tain starts down from his altitude I of 5,000 meters and heads for camp. | arriving there just about dark. I , like the way he always brings us j home, as he always flies low, which : is much more interesting, as one ! can see the country and look down j patronizingly on (hose poor mortals who have to walk. In the morn ing when we came back from the j attack we followed an important i road which led to the attacked part ! of the front, and it sure was one j continuous stream of trucks laden with ammunition and supplies, I guess. j An American in our •tescadrille just got his first Boche, the first for this escadrille, and I certainly envy i him, as well as admire his courage, HARRISBURG !<WV TELEGRXPH for he attacked live Boche with only one helper. For one spasm I think this has lasted long enough. WALTER. V Somewhere in France. January 24, 1918. Dear Mother:— To-day I have seen my first Ger man and had my first fight, but to sad to say did not win it, as my gun jammed after firing two shots. And then yours truly began to dodge bullets to such good effect that here I am, ensconsced in an arm chair, and only got two bullets in my machine at that. Pretty close, though. But I better start at the beginning. You see. it's been bad weather here for nearly a week, with clouds, rain and mist, and to-day was no exception to th rule, a heavy mist over everything, but this cleared off about 3 P. M., so we three Americans in this escadrille asked for "chasse libre" (hunt the Boche, you know), and the Captain gladly gave it. Hunting: the Boche One of these Americans just brought down a Boche lately, so we unanimously elected him "chef de patrol." There was still a heavy bank of clouds over part of the lines, but we skirted these and head ed for the Argonne forest and from thence our leader led us into Ger many. We were hunting the Boche all right, and were Hying very high (5,000 meters) so as to gain tlyit much advantage. And then one of my comrade's motor went bad, and he started back for camp. But my intrepid leader, after starting after him to see what the matter was, turned about and continued on his way,- as we both guessed it was motor trouble. Then we were two, and hunting trouble at that. Twice we dove on planes who we thought were Boche, but when we got down closer they turned out to" be Nieu ports or Spads. The usual serenade of shrapnel began as usual, but my leader dodged in and out of it and kept on into Germany with me right on his tail, but no "game" did we see. In Desperate Plight Finally we headed for camp, de spairing of finding anything to shoot at, when I noticed three planes going into Germany which looked rather different from others. My leader saw them about the same time and turned to go after them. He picked one and I picked another and down wo started after them. But only two shots did I get and then the doggone gun jammed, so I pulled out of the steep dive and as I leveled out preparatory to fixing my gun and having another try, there was a Boche right in front of me and shooting as he came. Naturally I pulled on the "stick" and climbed some more. That took me out of range, but around he came again, this time under my tail and shooting for fare-u-well. And I, sitting there trying to fix that darn gun with my right hand and fly with the left one. Of course, that didn't work so well, since my left hand is used to controlling the en gine and not the wings, and in try ing to turn sharply and fix the gun at the same time, I went into a "vrille" and nearly brought down the German that way, for he didn't know I was going to do it and neither did I, with the result that when I came out of it tlie Boche's top wing nearly hit my wheels. For matting that my gun was useless I pulled the trigger—and nothing hap pened, and oh, what a chance to pot him. There he was right in front of me and I helpless to shoot. After that I gave up hope of fixing the gun and headed straight for home, dodging bullets all the way, for we were quit® a ways over the lines. Can See tlie Bullets Sure, I could see the bullets! When fighting in the air a tracer bullet is used, which leaves a trail of smoke behind it, and looking back and down as that Hun came under my tail and kept shooting at the rate of 800 shots a minute, I could follow the path of those bul lets as well as he and I acted ac cordingly. With engine going full blast I made that plane do all kinds of erratic stunts. The Boche prob ably thought I was hit when he saw me go into a "vrille," for that's the first thing a machine out of control does, for he soon stopped shooting at me, and those little rib bon-like lines of smoke didn't show up anymore. And then what was my surprise to see another plane, sitting up in the sun ahead of me. Home or Berlin? Thinking it was another Boche waiting to pot me as I 'came home I began climbing above it, for if 1 didn't have a good gun I had a good engine. But the suspicious plane proved to be my comrade, whose gun had also jammed on the lirst shot. I sure was glad to see him, for when I started home with that Boche taking pot shots all the way, I was not quite sure whether I was headed for home or Berlin, I was flying south by compass and heading into the sun, so I figured i was right, but my leader circling around In close circles waiting for me was certainly a cheering sight. As it was, we only landed about time it was dark, and then he told me his story—that his gun had jammed too, and although he hated to leave me, there was nothing he could do to help, and t'were better for. only one to die than both. And he was right. So when he saw me come dodging and jumping toward home and Mother he was aa pleased to see tie as I was him. Germans Some Fliers Golly, but I'll say those German planes were fast, for he could fly rings around me, but of course, he was a better pilot and besides, I was using my speed to dodge and jump over , bullets. Yeh boy, don't tell me you can't dodge a bullet! I dodged hundreds of them to-day and it's given me considerable more con fidence to know that the little tricks I have been practicing lately for won't cry anymore about my won't cry anymore about my never having even seen a Boche anymore, for I sure got a close enough look to-day to satisfy me, and saw the iron cross also. The fact that my telescope sight had not been ad justed was probably the reason I got in a scrap, for I had a feeling as I climbed aboard that Just when I needed the sight I wouldn't have it, and so it turned out, but since thfe gun jammed It would not have helped anyway. However, it was too good a chance to miss, for the weather is rarely good here, and I had another sight anyway, but I'll get that fixed to-morrow and maybe have better luck with the machine gun too.' Just now I'm sleepy, so may write more details later. WALTER. 400 SCOUTS IN RAI.LV Almost 400 Boy Scouts attended the rally held in the City Grays' Ar mory, Second and Forster streets, Inst night. Scoutmaster Jerome R. Miller was in charge of the pro gram. consisting of music and games. Scout Executive J. H, Stlne spoke to the scouts about the drive to secure books for soldiers and the War Sav ing Stamps sale. Following the rally, the boys marched to Market I Square, where they were dismissed. 1 RED CROSS HAS A BUSY WEEK Leads Thirteen Surrounding Counties in Articles Turned In As a result of the Red Cross ap peal for men and women to go to France, D. \V. Long has volunteered to assist in the work the Red Cross is carrying on to aid the soldiers and to rebuild the French towns. The Harrisburg Chapter American Red Cross, leads the thirteen sur rounding counties in the number of articles made for the Red Cross. This statement is made in a field re port compiled by John C. Schmidt, field secretary. The standing of the three highest chapters in this dis trict is: Harrisburg, surgical dressings, 52,211; hospital garments, 4,961; knitted articles, 5,816; miscellaneous articles, 2,881. York, surgical dress ings, 26,174; hospital garments, 6,- 668; knitted articles. 2,215; miscell aneous, 2,861. Carlisle, surgical dress ings, 20,094; hospital garments, 1,- 53; knitted articles, 1,809; miscell aneous, 93. A new elementary hygeine class will be started by the local Red Cross Chapter, Thursday morning at 8 o'clock. The meeting will be held in the social rooms of the Civic Club. Further information may be pro cured at Red Cross heudquarters, in the basement of the Public Library. POST OFFICE FINISHED SOON It is expected that the new post office will be opened some time dur ing the latter part of April, accord ing to estimates made by Postmaster Frank C. Sites yesterday. A carload oP marble arrived yesterday. This will hasten the work. 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' TROCO NUT BUTTER COMPANY MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN EDSON BROS., Distributors Harrisburg, Pa. iliiillllllllllMlllllßllllM Big Vote Is Expected as Anti-Liquor Sentiment Is Growing in District In pursuance of the plans an nounced a week ago, the Anti-Saloon League .reports now that the work of organizing voters in Dauphin county so that prohibition will get all the votes possible has been very suc cessful. The Rev. E. O. Krefnz, or ganizer in this county, told Dr. E. V. Claypool, superintendent of the Har rlsburg district, that he found great enthusiasm and plenty of anti-liquor sentiment. There were a dozen or so rousing meetings and this week will see the same sort held in the lower end of the county. On Monday of next week Millersburg will become a center of the campaign. The Rev. Mr. Kremz strenuously urged for enrollment and registra tions for the last day to enroll in towns, townships and boroughs is March 20. Registration opens on March 19 and continues next day. "It is not necessary for a voter to inform the assessor personally of his party choice," explained Dr. Clay pool yesterday. "However, it is bet ter for each voter to see to it him self that he is enrolled in some party and in the party of his choice. If he neglects to do this he will be utterly unable to take any part in the choice of candidates for whom he may vote at the general election next fall or he may be wrongly enrolled." LOCAL TEACHER IN STRIKE Among the teachers in the recent strike at Reading was A. Leroy Lightner, formerly of Lemoyne and at one time city tennis champion. He was a teacher at the Boys' High School at Reading. Following a statement by the secretary of the School Board, declaring the six teachers to be pro-German because they did not purchase Liberty Bonds, the pedagogues went on strike, joined by a number of their pupils. They remained on strike until the School Board officials' statement was withdrawn. MARCH 12, 1918. RED CROSS TAG DAY PLANNED TO AID BIG FUND Three Thousand School Chil dren Expected to Take Part in Drive About 3,000 children are expected to take part in the Tag Day for the Junior Red Cross, the date for which will be set this week by the school committee of the Red Cross. Last year the Senior Red Cross gathered in $2,000 with its tag day and an equally ambitious goal is set for this year. Mrs. William Henderson is chairman of the committee to make all arrangements, and announce ment was made yesterday that she will again have the valuable aid of Mr. and Mrs. J. K. White. 2421 North Front street. They have volunteered to defray all expenses of the .drive, which will likely amount to S6OO. The school committee will furnish the prizes to be awarded to children selling the greatest number of tags. At the last meeting of the school committee of the Red Cross, of which Prof. J. J. Brehm is chairman, it was evident that the $2,200 in the treasury, although seemingly large, would not be sufficient to llnance all the materials for the year which would be needed for the 11,000 or more junior members of the Red Cross. A tag day was therefore de cided upon and all details were com pleted yesterday at a conference at tended by Mrs. Mabel Cronise Jones, Mrs. Henderson and Mr. and Mrs. White. Major Rausch to Direct Big Camp Construction Cainp Hancock, Augusta, Gu., March 12.—Major L. V. Rausch, United States Army, has arrived at Camp Hancock as the new construct ing quartermaster. Major Rausch is well known to all Pennsylvania guardsmen. For a nymber of years he had charge of all the supplies at the .Harrisburg Arsenal, and all arrangements and improvements at Mt. Gretna were made by him. It is understood that a contract of more than one-half millions dollars has been entered into by the United States government with A. J. 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