Air Stories, November 1937 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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

. . « as three Bristol Fighters came diving straight at the German leader’s Gotha DUSTMEN DONT CA High in the Darkened Skies above a Frightened City Two Englishmen Cruised in a Lone Gotha, the Baittin,a Strange Trap that was to Bring the Deaf and Dumb Dustmen Plunging Down to Settle Accounts with a Terror that Flew by Night By G. M. BOWMAN CHAPTER | “The Deaf and Dumb Dustmen ” NYONE ' misguided enough to become a member of the Royal Flying Corps in France during the Great War had to put up with a great many things. There was, of course, the German Army to be reckoned with, and the danger of getting shot. But the greatest of all hazards facing any newly- fledged air-warrior was the Royal Flying Corps’ sense of humour. In fact, there are even those who hold that it was this peculiar brand of R.F.C. humour which finally drove the German _ Imperial Service to desperation, and ultimately, to collapse. Be that as it may, Major Nobby Clarke felt despairing as he _ stood outside Number One hangar of the ‘‘ Very Famous Squadron ’’ of which he hap- pened to be the leader. True, anyone named Clarke might well despair of being called anything but ‘‘ Nobby,’’ in any section of the British forces. But the Major was not worrying about that. Secretly, he was rather thankful than 383 COMICLOO CO