Uncle Sam's Aerial (»iant, H«U)
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$3,300,000 H IV. n font. enginml Dougin* »*hnre engine* print nee n
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ton*, nml it hn* n u ing-iptentl of 212 feet. There pieture* nequnint
you with nut nen flying fortre**.
Snapped in flight over a river in southern California is the giant
B-19. The picture teas made during a test flight, with twenty
persons aboard.
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Looking nft from the pilot's cabin ue see the radio anti control
panel which, with the pilot's instrument panel, comprise the
“brains" of the world's mightiest plane.
A glimpse into the rear compartment of the B-19. Lieut. I,. J.
Doyle, veteran test pilot, is shown at the inter-plane phone. Ma
chine gun mounts (not shown) are on sides opposite the lieutenant.
Lieut. Col. Stanley Vmstead is
here pictured at the controls dur
ing a three-hour test flight.
A view of the two starboard
motors as seen from the cabin
of the B-19,
The B-19 being escorted by tuo P-40 pursuit ships.
Something He'd Read
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V V gr Mnr I .m the rl
wave rad 1i In the patrol
car began to bark their number
officer Ken Johnson. Tuttle'i com
panion. smiled sloklshly In Jus!
five minutes the pair would have
been relieved of duty for the night
Tuttle glanced Into hi* code book,
holding it beneath the Instrument
board light. "Code?# " Here
prated the number that had come
from the short-wave set "Murder,"
he read, "Man shot and killer has
escaped,"
Tuttle closed the book and grinned.
"Well, that ain't to bad. Murders
was always my meat and drink."
Johnson, who was driving, spun
the wheel sharply. They slued off
Ine main thoroughfare and tore
madly along a dimly lighted side
sheet. Five minutes later the ear
drew up in front of a pretentious
looking apartment, before which a
small crowd had gathered. The
policemen pushed their way to the
front door, ordered the liveried
footman who was standing there to
allow no one to enter and went in
side A greatly excited superin
tendent met them in the hallway.
"This way, gentlemen. ’ thought
you'd never come."
He stepped into an elevator, and
the officers followed. At the tenth
floor they alighted and the superin
tendent pointed to the door directly
opposite. "It happened in there,
gentlemen. Harris. Mr. Wain
wright's butler, will let you in. It
was Harris who spread the alarm.”
Tuttle rapped loudly on the door
and stepped inside the moment it
was opened. Johnson followed.
The man who confronted them was
"In that event," said Officer Tut
tle sternly, “we'll have tn charge
you w ith the murder of >our em
ployer!"
obviously Harris, the butler, and a
badly frightened butler, too, Tuttle
thought.
They could see the figure of a
man lying on the floor in a room
just off the entrance hall. Tuttle
bent over the body. The victim had
been shot squarely between the eyes.
The officer knew vaguely that Edson
Wainwright was a prominent finan
cier. and was reported to have lost
heavily in the stock market.
Tuttle stood erect and eyed the
butler. “What happened?" he
asked.
Harris gulped. “I don't know,
sir I was in the pantry, preparing
a sandwich and a glass of milk for
Mr Wainwright. who had just come
in. 1 heard a shot, and rushed into
the living room—to find this." He
paused, staring helplessly at his
dead master.
“Know where the shot came
from?”
"It must have come from over
there—through that window.”
' What makes you think so?"
"It sounded sort of muffled. Be
sides. there's a Are escape there A
man could have been standing out
side and made good his escape.”
Officer Johnson had reached the
window in his rounds, and now
Tuttle turned to ask him a question.
"How’s it look, Ken?"
Johnson grunted. The window in
question was open and the police
man was tugging at the screen. Sud
denly he stopped, seemed to exam
ine something with unusual interest.
"Harris is right,” he said, joining
the others in the center of the room.
"There’s a Are escape there and it
would have been easy for the mur
derer to turn his trick and get
away."
Tuttle looked abruptly into Har
ris’ white face. "You been here
all evening?"
"Ye*, sir. Since early morning.”
"And no one else was around? No
one came in or went out?”
"No one except Mr. Wainwright.”
‘ In that event," said Officer Tut
tle sternly, “we’U have to charge
you with the murder of your em
ployer!”
Harris gasped. "Why—I don’t un
derstand. I—that is, you can’t ac
cuse me without proof."
"That's true,” Tuttle gasped.
"Listen, Harris, we know you
killed Wainwright so you might as
well come clean."
“You know! How? You haven’t
any proof!”
Tuttle leaned close. “It’s true
that Wainwright lost heavily in the
stock market, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
| “It’s true his brokers have run
i him tugged by continually calling
h'f more marp o* And it's true
ihal Wain aright was Just about out
of funds?"
I don't know t know he re
ceived a good many calls,**
And you know also his brokers
called him this morning. You know
he had to have money, and he asked
you for what you had, promising to
double the amount when he paid
you back. You gave it to him —
probably your whole life’s savings.
And tonight you discovered he'd
lost It *11 You were broke, with
out a chance of getting it back. So
j you waited for him to come tn. in
! tending to kill him. which you did!
That's true, isn’t it*"
For an instant Harris’ eyes wav
ered His expression was that of
blank amazement.
Why—why—how did you—that is
—" he paused, staring helplessly in
to the officer's face. There wasn’t
much he could do. Tuttle had the
| whole story down to its minutest de
[ tail. It was too amazing, too shock
ingly true to be contradicted with
out fear of incrimination.
"Self-defense is your best alibi,"
Tuttle was saying as he snapped
on the cuffs. "It’s your only
chance.” His tone was not unkind.
Later, once more in the patrol
car. Officer Johnson let out a long
whistle. "How." he asked, "in the
name of all creation, did you dope
it out? And me always thinking
you were a dumb bloke."
Officer Tuttle grinned pleasantly.
This was his moment of triumph,
and he took advantage of it.
"I don't know nothin' but what 1
read in the papers." he grinned.
"Yeah! Well, get it off your chest.
It's your night to crow."
Tuttle lighted a cigarette. They j
were off duty now. “It was like
this.” he began. "I guessed it!”
"Guessed it?”
“Sure. This evening I read how
Wainwright was about ready tc
blow up. and his borrowing money
from his butler seemed like the
only logical solution. I took a
chance, and made a bulls-eye. I’U
bet Harris is still trying to puzzle
out how I did it.”
“Fine. But you must have had
something to arouse your sus
picions. You just couldn't accuse a
man like that without a bit of evi
dence."
"Oh, that!” Tuttle flicked his cig
arette airily. ‘‘Well, that's where
the secret lies. You see, when I
examined that screen I found a hole
in it. just like Harris said I would.
Only the bullet that had made the
hole was shot from the inside, as
was indicated by the fact that the
pieces of wire were forced outward.
I figured that Harris had shot that
! hole through the screen just to
make it look like some one stand
ing outside had killed the old man.
And when he swore that no one else
had entered the room, I knew I was
on the right track. That's why I
took a chance on hatching up the
res‘ of the story.”
“Oh, I see.” Officer Johnson
spun the wheel and brought the
car to a stop before the curb at
headquarters. “Well, that just goes
to prove what I get for not reading
the papers. I knew you couldn’t
have doped it all out yourself."
Foot Deformity Started
Vogue of Pointed Shoe .
Sometimes fads in shoes havt
lasted for centuries and probably
caused about as much misery as
all the wars fought in those samt
years. Pointed-toed shoes and the
high French heels are two of the
worst offenders that are still with
us.
Pointed-toe shoes came into fash
ion in the Eleventh century in tht
court of William II of England,
where a nobleman known as Fulk
Rechin used them to hide a deform
ity, and by the reign of Richard II
the pointed court slippers were sc
long at the ends that they were fas
tened up. out of the way. with light
chains to the knees of the wearers
Pointed-toe shoes have been in
and out of fashion ever since. As
recently as 1900 and 1905 the
“sports” of that bygone era used
to be proud of their bright yellow
colored "pig-stickers” that went
nicely with their peg-top pants and
broad-brimmed sailor straw hats.
By somewhat the same route—via
the courts of royalty—came the
French heel into the place of fash
ion which it still holds today.
Catherine de Medici came to the
court of the French King Henry II
to be his bride. Because she was
so short and tiny she brought with
her from Italy special shoes with
built-up high heels. Because it
originally was the mark of a queen,
the fad caught on and has stayed
with us ever since to the discomfort
and torture of millions of women.
Back in the 1600s the fad foi
French heels became so great thal
court ladies in France used to wreat
heels from 6 to 20 inches tall. Ever
the mej^ took up the high heel fad
and short King Louis XIV once
decided he would top all his court
retinue. He came out on stilts!
No one topped that.
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I liii I Signilioitiu'e
In Middle Ages
The peculiar figure* constituting
Ihe sign* of the End lac are general
ly looked upon merely a* a curiosity
today, hul they op re were credited
with strange power*.
During the Middle ages the IS
signs were supposed to Influence
human life. As a result each sign
was connected with a different part
of the body in addition to being as
aoctated with various months of Ihe
year. The Zodiac itself is an imag
inary band in the sky within which
lie the apparent paths of the sun,
moon and major planets.
Unlike Ihe present calendar which
will begin the new year 1942 on
January 1, the Babylonian year be
gan in April. Because rams were
sacrificed to the gods during this
month, it was associated with Aries,
the ram.
APRIL
At in. Ilf ft Mm
OCTOBER
Libra, the Balance
MAY
Tatuus. ibe Bull
NOVEMBER
Scorpio, the Scorpioa
JUNE
Gemini, the Twins
DECEMBER
Sagittarius, the
Archer
JULY
Carreer, the Crab
JANUARY
Capricorma. the Goat
AUGUST
Lre the Liom
FEBRUARY
Aquarius, the
Waterman
SEPTEMBER
Virgo, the Virgin
MARCH
Pisces, tbe Fishes
May (Taurus, the bull) brought
the approach of summer with the
sun being conceived as a bull who
plowed his way among the stars.
June (Gemini, the twins) was rep
resented by Castor and Pollux, twin
sons of Zeus and Leda.
The backward motion of the crab
was associated with July (Cancer,
the crab), the month when the sun
began to retreat toward the hori
zon. Culmination of the sun's heat
came in August. This was repre
sented by Leo, the lion—the ancient
symbol of fire.
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September (Virgo, the virgin)
celebrated Ish tar’s descent into
Hades in search of her husband.
The ancients recognized the balance
of day and night which occurred
during October (Libra, the balance).
Scorpio, the scorpion, symbolized
the darkness of November following
the decline of the sun after the
autumn equinox. December was
represented by the figure of the
archer, Sagittarius, god of war.
January (Capricornus, the goat)
symbolized the nurse which cared
for the young gods of the sun.
Even the weather was recognized
by the men who drew up the signs
of the Zodiac. February (Aquarius,
the waterman) was associated with
the heavy rains which periodically
flooded the Nile river. March
(Pisces, the fishes) marked the
month when labor was resumed in
the fields.
It is believed that Homo Signor
um, or Man of Signs, was originat
ed about 1300 A. D. The actual
signs of the Zodiac, however, were
known for many centuries before.
Famous Scotch Bun
A famous Scotch bun made entire
ly of egg and chopped fruit enclosed
in a crust appears bountifully dur
ing New Year week.
-
Two-Week Celebration
Fourteen days are needed in Ja
pan to celebrate the coming of the
new year. During the festival
streets are made lively by stilt
walking. top-spinning, jumping, ball
playing and rope-pulling.
While the youths are enjoying the
outdoor sports, the older people
write New Year’s poems or play
games. After two weeks of revelry
the festival is brought to a close
by burning the kado-matsu and oth
er decorations put up for the cele
bration.
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That ‘Bmve Engineer'
tj'otJR o’clock of n November
^ morning in the year t»41, North
of the little town of Vaughan, Miss.,
the Panama Limited, crack train of
the Illinois, Central, slows down,
then comes to a stop at a switch,
Down from the observation platform
on the rear car steps a little group
of men. They are members of the
American Railway Magartne Edi
tors’ association, en mute to New
Orleans, for their annual meeting.
A moment later they are Joined
by a few passengers rubbing the
sleep from their eyes. They group
themselves across the roadbed,
around the V-shaped switch. Then
CASEY JOXES
in the hush of the “darkness just
before dawn" they raise their
voices in this song:
Come, all you Rounders. I want you to
hear
Hie story of a brave engineer:
Casey Jones was the Rounder's name.
On a high right-wheeler, he rode to fame.
Caller called Casey about half past four;
He kissed his wife at the station door.
Climbed into the cab with orders in his
hand.
Saying, "This is my trip to the Holy
Land."
Through the South Memphis yards on
the fly.
He heard the fireman say, "You got a
white eye."
All the switchmen knew by the engine's
moans.
That the man at the throttle was Casey
Jones.
It had been raining some five or six
weeks;
Hie railroad track was like the bed of a
creek:
They slowed him down to a thirty-mile
gait—
Threw the southbound mail about eight
hours late.
Fireman says. "Casey, you're runnin' too
fast.
You over-ran that signal the last station
we passed."
Casey says. "Yes. I believe we'll make
it though.
For she steams a lot better than ever I
know."
Casey says, "Fireman, don't you fret.
Keep knockin' at that fire-door; don’t
give up yet.
I'm going to run her till she leaves the
rail.
Or make it on time with the southbound
mall.”
Around the curve and a-down the dump,
Two locomotives were bound to bump.
Fireman hollered, "Casey, it's just
ahead!
We might Jump and make It, but we ll
all be dead!”
Around the curve he spied a passenger
train.
Rousing his engine, he caused the bell to
ring.
Fireman Jumped off. but Casey stayed
on.
He's a good engineer—but he's dead and
gone.
Poor Casey Jones was always all right.
For he stuck to his duty both day and
night.
They loved to hear the whistle of ole
Number Three.
As he rolled into Memphis on the ole
I. C.
Headaches and heartaches and all kinds
of pain—
They ain't apart from a railroad train.
Stories of brave men—noble and gran'—
Belong to the life of a railroad man.
And thus it was that, 40 years
later and on the scene of his death,
tribute was paid to that “brave en
gineer,” the immortal Casey Jones.
He was an engineer in the passen
ger service of the Illinois Central.
On April 30, 1900, he took another
man’s run and made up an hour
and a half's lost time on a three
hour dash of 174 miles. His engine
crashed into the caboose of a
freight train that had just failed to
clear the main line at the "north
switch” near Vaughan and “Casey”
Jones became a folksong hero.
. Born in Hickman. Ky„ on March
14, 1864, John L. Jones gained his
famous nickname from the fact that
at one time in his youth he had
lived in the town of Cayce, Ky.
(pronounced “Kay-see”). When he
applied for his first railroad job he
gave Cayce as his home town and
during his six years in train and en
gine service on the Mobile and Ohio,
it was natural that his fellow-work
ers should call him “Casey” Jones.
He entered the service of the Illi
nois Central as a fireman in March,
1888, and was promoted to engi
neer in February, 1890.
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