|Members of the "Bomb Jockeys" squadron talk over detailed plans of the mission.|
Left, Capt. F. O. Redman, who led the flight, receives a birthday cake from Lt. Col. Blair M. Sorenson, group operations officer, prior to the takeoff.
Right, the motors of one of the Mitchells is turned over before being warmed up.
TO A STINKER - SOURCES|
Down from heaven comes the rain
And down the hills, the brooklets.
Through the tunnel comes the train
From selling people booklets.
From the children comes the truth
From study, mental powers.
People from the phoning booth
Come in several hours.
Apple pies from apples come
And mince, from objects varied.
Quite the strangest doings from
The restless people buried.
Boredom comes from any jerk
Who makes the hours longer;
And you are like the artists' work
That comes, we say, from hunger.
By M/Sgt. H. E. KELLENBERGER
AND VICE VERSA|
The Englishman said, with a shake of his head,
"Old boy, you are looking quite beat.
Now take my advice without thinking twice
And sleep through this afternoon heat."
The American said, as he rose from his bed,
Befuddled, his neck in a crease.
"Now this can't be right, sleep is only for night.
Thank God, advice is not part of lend-lease."
By Lt. ELIZABETH SHAUNTY, A.N.C.
A zoot-suiter was recently defined by the irrepressible Tokyo radio as an "American isolationist willing to shed his own blood to foster ideals against the war."
"The American zoot-suiters are isolationist and anti-war fighters," said the broadcast. "They are strong, courageous young men who have banded together in a nationwide army to express by physical force their disapproval of the war. They are not afraid to spill blood - even their own blood - but they are intent upon spilling it in their own country for their own sacred ideals."