Air Stories, April 1936 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

BRING ’EM BACK ALIVE! = = aT > TARTS ST TRAC ree . . . which had nosed down even lower to shoot through a gap in the trees. Westringham, the bloke who took the Grr! out of ‘la Guerre’ | ’? But soon afterwards there came a sudden set-back to our triumph. No one knew why, or how, but from a certain date the dozen or.so traps we had set up became utterly useless. There was not a Hun in the sky who could be induced, in certain areas, to come lower than a height of fifty feet. In some strange way the truth had leaked out on the other side of the line that hedge-hopping in the vicinity of certain pin-points on the map spelt disaster. ‘It’s a rotten shame, my dears!” “Woggy’’ Wane, who had never been front-page stuff as a fighting pilot, and who had more than once kept the bullets from his plump person by dodging into a friendly funk-hole, waxed indignant. ‘‘ There’s been dirty work somewhere, my dears ! The Boche have got the pin-points of all our traps and are steering clear of ’em. That’s what.’’ ‘* Tiggy Wiggy,’’ the C.O., was of the same opinion. ‘“Change the locations,’’ he ordered. It was done. But there was a general feeling of dis- satisfaction. How could the enemy have discovered the exact position of each trap of that first series ? A dozen traps, and they knew the pin-point of each ! It was a three-day mystery. R-R-RRMP !_ Brr-r-rmp ! One by one the little S.E.5’s taxied from the vicinity of the hangars and, with intermittent bursts of engine, trundled to the leeward end of the aerodrome, their tail-skids bouncing up and down over the uneven turf. Captain Langrish was about to lead a reconnaissance expedition in force to take stock of the new ‘‘ mystery ”’ German aerodrome that had sprung up many miles further back from the line than H.Q. considered natural. To reach 393 GOMIIGIOO re) SJ (C(O)