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NORTH AMERICAN B-25 of the Air Apaches Group, its snout gleaming with war paint, makesone of the opening bomb runs on the Japanese Destroyer Escort Frigate near Amoy, China, onApril 6, 1945. Air Force photo.

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Enjoy Magazine• Just a word to let youknow I continue to enjoyreading Ex-CBI Roundup.The articles and picturesabout the ships used on theCBI run were very interest-ing. I went over on the USATBrazil from San Franciscoto Bombay leaving July 31,1943. Returned to the StatesJan. 1, 1946, on the USSBallou.

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Letter FROM The Editor• It's difficult to find a five-cent cup of coffee in thegood old U.S.A. these days ... and coffee prices havegone up in India, as well. The Calcutta Statesman re-ports from New Delhi that "Parliament House is one ofthe few places left where the Coffee Board still sellsexcellent coffee at the old, and nearly forgotten, rate offour annas per cup."• Hot dogs, hamburgers and Cokes are now easilyfound in India, and motels are on the way as anothertouch of Western flavor. But the New Delhi tourist travelagency sponsoring the "motel" in India says the wordhas a definite symbolic connotation. "M" stands formechanic services, "0" for oils, "T" for travels, "E" forentertainment, and "V' for living. In short, the sponsorssay, it means "a commercial hospitality industry."• This month's cover shows a special event in NewDelhi, India, which took place in 'November, 1945. Maj.Gen. Thomas A. Terry, USF-IBT Theater Commander, andreviewing officers are inspecting a formation of troopsduring ceremony for the awarding of the MeritoriousService Unit Plaque to the 835th Signal Battalion andthe 3371st Signal Photo Service Company. U.S. SignalCorps photo from John O. Aalberg.• Once again we call our readers' attention to the needfor prompt notification of change of address. Even avery minor change should be reported ... the Post OfficeDepartment doesn't go looking for missing subscribersanymore like it did a few years ago. If you move-even though it's only across the street-be sure to letus knt>w.

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"BAKSHEESH Sahib?" Whatmore could be said about thispicture? Photo by Joel H.Springer Jr.

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Troop Transport Scott• Have been looking for apicture of th~ Coast GuardTroop Transport Scott inyour series. "Ships on theC.B.I. Run." Sure would liketo see a picture of that one.Was with Det. 101 in Burmaand enjoy your m'lgazinevery much.

E .J. BOUC'HEA,Augusta, Ga.

And we'd be mighty happy topublish a phture of the Scott ifsomeone would send it to us.-Eds.

PALACE of the Maharaja at Jaipur, India. Photo by Col. JamesA. Dearbeyne.

POSING before elephant with ATC sign are Major MelvynDouglas (of the movies) and members of a usa show touringthe CHI theater. Photo by Col. James A. Dearbeyne.

General Ellsworth• My pleasure in readingthe back issues was dimin.b:hed tremendously uponreading of Brig. Gen. Ells.worth's death in Ray Gor.don's letter (Sept. 1953).Maybe another tribute couldbe made to this fine officer,even though nine yearshave passed. He was flyingseveral of us to Kanjikoahand Urma from Dum Dumwhen the sky really openedup. Lightning was stabbingthe ground in all quadrantsand then the rain came soviolently you couldn't seethe wing tips of the C.47.The tower said the field wasclosed and Colonel Ellsworthsaid to Swede White, his co.pilot, "Swede, this place isgetting worse than theStates." The next day wasbright and the sky blue asonly it is in India after therains. A box wei g h i n gseveral hundred pounds hadbeen put in the plane over.night to go to China. Thismeant at least three of the14 communications person.nel We were picking up atKharagpur would have tobe bumped. At Kharagpurwe all went to the front ofthe plane so the tail wouldcome up easier and starteddown this long B.29 runwayfor the takeoff. After 7,500 to8,000 feet and a lifetimelater we were off the ground,only to hit again with abounce--this time there was

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nothing but jungle under-neath, but we stayed up.General Ellsworth wrote afine letter of recommenda.tion to me upon my dis-charge, for my meager con-tribution to the war effort.He did not know the mean-ing cf fear, and his loss isirreplaceable. The old sawabout no man being indis-pensable i, sure wrong inthis instance.

WM. S. JOHNSON,Indianapolis, Ind.

Trying Conditions• You people are doing agreat job with this publica.tion under what must be, attimes, trying conditions. Iam sure all your readers ap.preciate it even if most arelike me a little dilatory inwriting our thanks.

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Ex.CBler Christopher, ex.90thFighter Squadron (80th FighterGroup) ground personnel, isnow vice -President of the Amer.ican National Insurance Com.pany.-Eds.

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FRANCIS ERICKSON,Fremont, Neb.

Films From CBI• Each issue of our dearold mag becomes morenostalgic. Keep up the goodwork with more pictures andletters. If you will, you couldpass the word along to yourreaders that there is a clubdevoted to 16mm soundfilms. There are listed manyfilms from CBI along withother theaters of operation.Membership is free and Iknow that any of our bud.dies would get a big bangout of these films. Havethem drop me a postcard. (Iwas at Jorhat, '43.'45,)

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142 General Hospital• Find your mag a z i n emost enjoyable due to thefact that I served with the142 General Hospital, out.side Calcutta, in the earlyforties.

GEORGE P. MOLFESE,New York, N. Y.

ENLISTED MEN'S Mess No.4 at Misamari, India .. Photo byCol. James A. Dearbeyne.

PARADE in observance of VE Day at Misamari Air Base,Assam, India. Photo by Col. James A. Dearbeyne.

Nine Years a Reader Mars Task Force• Have been a. subscriber • Was with the Mars Taskfor about nine years ond Force in Burma, from Myit.look forward to receiving kyina to Lloykang (Bull'seach issue. Eye Ridge), to Kunming,

RAY LEUSCH, China, back to Calcutta andMorton Grove, Ill. home-roughly speaking, it

was rough. Now that I'mhome and look back on thegood old days, I rather en.joyed the CBI tour. I had thepleasure of seeing somewonderful places, which Icould never afford again.Would like to hear fromsome of the old Mars menfrom Hq. Hq. Company, 2ndBattalion, 475th Infantry.Enjoy Ex-CBI Roundup-good work.

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Among the First• Think I was one of thefirst few Roundup sub.scribers. I have saved all themagazines since 1946 and donot want to miss any ofthem.

Met CBIer at Airport• Had been out to thePhiladelphia In t e r nationalAirport watching the planestake off and come in, andmet T. A. McConnell ofGreen Ridge, Del a war eCounty, Pa. I mentioned Ihad been 'in the Army forthree years from Bombay toShanghai; he said it wassure good to see someonewho had been in the sametheater. I told him I flewthe Hump, and he told methat he had flown it only 32times-so that stopped me.Then he told me about Ex.CBI Roundup. I was with the172 General Hospital, andwas on detached servicewith the 95th Station Hos-pital in Ledo. From therewe went to Kunming, andthen to Shanghai.

MATTHEW .HANCJKO,Philadelphia, Pa.

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Over the Hump and Back Again

Parachute Padre Walks OutBY MAJ. HARRY F. WADE, C.Ss.R.

Chaplain, U.S.A.F.

This is the Nory of a Catholic chaplain atforhat, India-with the 1330th AAF BaseUnit-who made a trip over the Hump ,tofind out more about it, and had to bailouton '!he retuYll trip. It is a reprint of hisoriginal notes, typed by a clerk in the officerspersonnel section on his return to forhat, andsubmitted to Ex-CBI Roundup more thantwo years ago. Roundup was recently able toco.ntact Father IF/ade, now at Bellaire, Texas,and secure his permission ,to print the story.Some of the same material has been used intwo small books he has written, "Five MilesCloser to Heaven" and "Parachute Padre,"published by the Redemptorist Fathers, Ligu-orian Press, Liguori, Mo.

"What do you want to know about it?""Well, what makes it such a bugaboo to

every man that has to ride it?""Listen Padre, how about taking a trip

with me some time and finding out.""I intend to, Bill, because I'm stuck

every time I have to discuss the blastedthing. But give me the low down. It mighthelp me in the meantime."

"First of all, Padre, that pile of rocksout there isn't a mole hill. In places itpokes its jagged head into the air, inplaces, higher than 29,000feet. The courseswe follow are difficult, no U. S. Highways.Lots of our trips are at night. Weatheris unpredictable. Winds at terrific velocity,may arise and change from hour to hour.Down drafts and up drafts that tosses yourplane like a tiny raft on a turbulent seamay surprise you when you least expectthem. At night, all of your flying becauseof the terrific altitude you must maintainfor safety is completely on instruments anddead reckoning. And too frequently evenin the day time. Your life depends onthose fallible little mechanics. You arecarrying a heavy dangerous load. Yourgas supply is never superfluous, and belowyou, if it is not tremendously high ice,snow clad jagged rocks, to the right andto the left and often time directly belowyou, it may be enemy territory. If not itssure mountainous uncharted and thewildest of jungles, sparsely inhabited withnatives who are head hunters. Fortunately,and about the only consolation, manyof these tribes have proven friendly andled many of our men back to safety. Doyou want to know more about the Hump?".

"Nope, that will do."But I knew it wouldn't. I was going to

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have to make that trip myself. If the menin my care could make it, so could I. AndI would 'be a great deal better qualifiedin the future to discuss the "Hump"" Themen would have more confidence in theirchaplain in knowing that he really knewwhat he was talking about. I made mydecision. I saw the Commanding Officer,explained the situation, and got the Okay.Sunday afternoon, February 6, 1944,camethe opportunity. Lt. Robert Siemoneit,living in the same Area as I, was sched-uled to go over. Chaplain Rowley, recentlycame into this sector, had relieved me ofone of my Masses offered Sunday after-noon at a neighboring field. I was freetill next evening.

"Bob how about making the trip withyou to China?"

"Sure, Father. Beglad to have you along.I'll get you some flying equipment. Opera-tions will call me as soon as my ship isready." About four thirty Operations called.At the revetment where the big fourengine C-87stood loaded and ready to go,I met the crew. The Crew Chief, SergeantPeter Carlin, I had previously known. Imet for the first time. +-t.Dietzel, the Co-Pilot, and Sgt. Raybuck, the operator.

At six P.M. Sunday afternoon, Bobtaxied the big ship onto the runway, ranthe engines up, and we took off. Westeadily clirnbed. At twelve thousand feet,Bob warned me to put on my oxygenmask. We climbed to nineteen thousandfeet before leveling off.

The scenery was beautiful but in thedusk and cloudy high altitude only fromtime to time the rugged terrain belowbecame visible. It grew dark quickly. Wemust have had a good tail wind for, inthree hours time, just shortly after nineo'clock we came in view of our lighteddestination below in China. We landedand were driven to Operations immediate-ly in a weapons carrier. Here we were in.formed by the Operations Officer to returnto our ship immediately and be readyto take off as soon as the ship was loaded.The station was on the alert.

Approximately at ten o'clock we taxiedto the main strip, revved up the enginesand took off for home. I was enjoying thetrip immensely. In short time we reachedour altitude and were headed West. Theunforseen and unpredictable happened. At20,000feet and 22,000feet we must havehit a head wind with a velocity of overone hundred miles an hour. It threw uscompletely off course and lost us, and

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caused me to have one of the greatestexperiences of my life.

At approximately twelve.thirty (0030hours 7 February, 1944), two and a halfhours after the take-off from Kunming, Ibegan to look for evidence of the valleybelow drifted clouds. I was surprised tofind very high, rugged, densely, woodedmountains. I began to wonder if we werelost. Within an hour I knew definitelythat we were. The Pilot, Co-Pilot, andthe Radio Operator tried every conceivablemeans in contacting ground stations toget a bearing.

About two-thirty o'clock (0230 hours),the Crew Chief informed me to get into myparachute. He said we did not know wherewe were and we had only a few moreminutes to fly. The Pilot gave orders foreverybody to get ready to bail. The CrewChief dropped the rear door. The RadioOperator spilled his 'chute in the plane,but gathered it up in his arms and keptthe shroud lines pretty well intact behindhim. All of us felt sure it would openwhen he left the plane. The Co.Pilot, theCrew Chief, the Radio Operator, and Iwaited to bail. We agreed to get out oneright after the other. When the enginescoughed for lack of fuel I bailed out first.In the air I saw only one other 'chute,which drifted over me and rapidly down.I presumed it was the Crew Chief becauseof his weight. He must have landed abouta mile away from me on another moun.tain."

I landed on a mountain side with abouta 60 degree angle. It was dark. Theundergrowth was quite thick and the land.ing was very easy. The parachute caughtin the tree. It was impossible to go up thehill so I decided to stay there until day-break. I braced my feet against a tree andrested until daylight. I cut the jungle-kitfree from the parachute and with the aidof the jungle. knife cut my way throughthe underbrush to the bottom of themountain. It took me about 2Y:a hours tomake the descent (or until about 1,000hours). The 'biggest worry was not havingeven the slightest idea of my whereabouts,whether in India, China, Burma, or Tibet-whether I was in Jap territory or friendlyterritory-that was my greatest concern.Being uninjur,ed, I had felt some assurancein finding my way out even if it took amonth. Before ever starting, I recommend.ed myself to Almighty God, decided to goslowly but persistently in working myway out, forget all about time, to takeevery precaution against over.exertion,and decided each evening before dark, tolocate a suitable place to rest, a place ifpossible, that would shelter me from therain.

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sort of a triangular valley through whicha very small stream was trickling over,therocks. That was my course to follow, tillI eventually would come into the valley-what valley, I did not know. The first day'straveling was quite rough but consolingin the fact that the course was takingme down towards valley country, andeven though over a long route, I knew thecourse would not lead me in circles. Myconsolation was every step forward wasa step closer home. There were definitelyno vestiges of civilization nor any sightsthat any human being had ever been inthis territory. As the creek increased, thedescent became more perilous and myheadway became necessarily, at times,almost discouragingly slow.

About four o'clock in the afternoon, Icame to the first of many waterfalls, andcascades that I had to pass. Some wereeasy and others extremely dangerous andfrom first appearances appeared impas.sable, but despite all these difficulties, Iwas continually encouraged by the factthat I was being brought closer to theValley. In all, through the four days oftravel, I had to descend over 12 of thesewaterfalls. Some were a drop of only fiveor six feet- others poured over rocks toabout 20 to 30 feet. Over four of thesewaterfalls, I had to retrace my steps andclimb the side ofa steep mountain andwith my back clinging to the earth workmy way from tree to tree cutting the under.brush beneath my feet. With each step Ihoped that I would not come to a sheerdrop as I made my way around thesefalls. Fortunately, though perilous thesedetours were, I managed to crawl andslide around the falls.

The first evening about four.thirty orfive o'clock, I came to a series of cascadesthat dropped about 150 feet. On both sidesof these cascades were sheer walls ofrocks. I shuddered at the possibility ofbeing unable to make it over. However, Iwas too fatigued to give it mUChthoughtand decided to sleep over;it until the nextmorning when I would have more strengthand light. During the first day as well asthe next four days I could tell the sunwas shining only because of its reflectionon the top of the thick trees overhead. Ifirst cut down some brush, bamboo sticks,gathered some ferns to make a. soft bedon some large rocks in the middle of thestream, and with the matches from myjungle kit, I started a fire to try to dry outmy clothing. However, just about dusk itstarted to rain. On the side of the hill aboutfive feet up, I found a niche with an over.hanging rock. I dug this place out, andpiled a lot of leaves and f.erns on thevery wet ground, rubbed my face andhands with the insect repellent, took a

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capsule of quinine, put my mosquito head.net on, and curled up for the night. Itwas fairly warm in my flying suit, and Islept comfortably until daylight the nextmorning.

At daylight I munched a, piece of choco-late slowly according to the instructions,drank some of the cool water of the stream,and faced the problems of descending thecascades. I found only one possibility. Itwas going to be very dangerous becauseof the slippery moss covered slanting rocksplus my heavy water-soaked flying equip-ment. The temptation to cast off some ofthe clothing was ever present, but thepossibility of catching cold and gettingsick at night without his equipment keptme from discarding anything. It was im-possible to take the jungle-kit with meany longer so I stuffed my pockets withall its contents and threw the kit away.Then I started down the cascades step-by-step until I found myself in a verticalposition clinging to the sides of the rocks-absolutely impossible to go back-impos-sible to go forward. Jagged, uneven rocksprotruded 15 feet below. Inch by inch Iwormed my way around a four inch wideledge and felt I could make it to a lowerledge if a jutting rock about two feet awayfrom my left hand would be able to holdthe weight of my body. I slowly inchedmy way to where I could grasp the rockand to my horror, it was loose and felldown below. The full weight of my bodywas being held by my right hand and myfeet were slipping on the wet ledge below.I immediately knew what had to happen.I uttered a fervent prayer, and had hardlyfinished when I went hurtling throughspace. I made a complete tum and landedon the rocks below on my knees, arms andhead. I lay there exhausted and shockedfor almost ten minutes. I thought it wasthe end. I felt my head for blood, but therewasn't any. My arm pained terribly, butas I could move it, I knew it wasn'tbroken. I moved each leg cautiouslystretching them out slowly, and rolled overon my back. My 'back ached and my ribspained me terribly, but I knew immediate.ly I had sustained no serious injury. Iknew God's finger as yet hadn't beckoned.I arose and slowly pushed on with theever-present thought that again one stepfurther was one step closer to the valleyand to a place where native fishermenmight possibly be... I made the rest of the cascades relativelyeasy. About an hour, after passing thisscene, I came to another waterfall thattook a drop of about six feet. The waterto one side seemed shallow with a depthof no more than two feet. There was apossibility of sliding around the mountain,but I decided on leaping into the water.

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My perception as to the depth of the waterwas sadly mistaken. I leaped in and wentinto a depth of water all the way up tomy shoulders. Thank God my humorhadn't left me. The shock of the coldstream was breath taking. I lost little timein reaching the nearest rocks, and laiddown panting. Despite the discomfort Ilaughed out loud. No, I was not mentallyslipping, or getting hysterical. I thoughtof a story Father Charles Mallon had toldme years ago in the seminary. A travelerin the clear air of the Rockies set out ona trek with a companion for a mountainhe could see, and mistakenly thought wasonly a short distance away. He walkedeight hours, and after each hour becamemore and more puzzled. The mountainnever seemed to be getting any closer.At length the travelers came to a narrowstream, in reality, no more than six feetwide and no more than a foot in depth.He stopped, started, stopped and began todisrobe. His companion asked what hewas doing. "Well, I don't know," thetraveler answered. "When we started forthat mountain, it only seemed a'bout amile away. We've been walking now eighthours and it still looks a mile away. I'mjust not taking any chances. This streamlooks only six feet wide and a foot indepth, but if I follow my judgment of whatit looks like in this clear mountain air, Imay be drowned. So I'rh going to hold myclothes overhead and swim the doggonething."

When I first heard the story, inexperi.enced with mountain visibility and itstricky prospectives, I merely chuckled. Mysudden chilly dousing caused by the samemistaken notion of the traveler recalledthe story in all its humorous reality. Icouldn't help laughing aloud. Perhaps it istrue that I have a bit of English in meIrish blood. The weight of my clothingafter this plunge increased seeminglyabout 10 pounds. I could hardly pick upmy legs and make any headway and yetI dreaded to discard a single article ofclothing because of the cold nights. I diddecide though to cut off the legs of myflying suit. This lessened the weight aboutfive pounds from each of my feet (the wayit felt). My watch had stopped and I hadto guess the time by the increasing dark-ness.

Towards dusk, I came to another water-fall surrounded by naked rocks and Iwas forced to climb the side of the moun.tain and circle it. As I was half way upthis mountain, I came to a, ridge sur.rounded by trees. The place apparentlyhad been slept in by some animal forthe vegetation had been beaten down;Thick foliage above offered shelter fromthe inevitable showers that fell nearly

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every night. I decided to stay here for thenight because of my exhaustion and theterrifying descent ahead which I knew Ihad to cut my way through. I made thelocation as comfortable as possible by theuse of leaves, twigs, and pulling my guninto position and sharpening my very dulljungle.knife, I prepared to r.est on thisspot until daylight.

My only encounter with wild.life onthis scene was with leeches, mosquitos,bugs, and spiders. By this time, though, Ihad grown to ignore them. I had devel-oped in these two days of fighting for mylife a feeling of fearlessness of anythingthe jungle offered. In fact, as I neared thevalley, I was looking forward to encount-ering something that might offer food. Ihad confidence in my .45 and felt sure itwould stop anything but a wild elephant,but I was not going to shoot at anythingwith a chance of missing or wounding.I figured the closer I was to my target,the more effective my firing would be.The gun gave me a wonderful confidence,and I even offered a prayer for the person-nel of Columbia Army Air Base, S. C., thatmade it a going away present to me, forjust suchan emergency as this, when Ileft for overseas, and a certain StaffSergeant Dolan, at the Columbia, SouthCarolina, Army Air Base, who had taughtme the use of what accuracy I have witha .45. Chaplains and the Medical Detach-ment are definitely non-combatants andby Army regulations are directed to gounarmed. Army Regulations, however, arenot contrary to common sense. In circum.stances where Chaplains and Medics musttravel over and through jungles where theenemy is of the least concern, and natural,unreasoning sources of danger lurk inshadows, around bends, on. any side, be-neath foot and overhead, sources ofdanger, ignorant of any kind and everytreaty and understanding that might havebeen agreed upon by intelligent people,I am afraid that the shiny cross and themedical insignia would prove of littlevalue against immunity from harm. Logicalreasoning or illogical, I again offer atoken of gratitude to a Lieutenant Strattiand Lieutenant Watson who were theprime movers in purchasing and making,this gun a present to me from my laststation in the States. And I repeat mygood fortunes in having that comfortingcold piece of blue steel well loaded tuckedsnugly under my armpit.

I slept fitfully throughout the night andperiodically upon awakening, cried "hello"as loudly as I could, with the hope thatin the stillness of the night my voice wouldcarry to the ears of some native fishermen.The next morning (of the third day), Iencircled the mountains and came to what

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I had dreaded-a sheer drop of about 20feet to the rocks below. My only advancewas a leap over a gulley to a ledge aboutfive feet below, and slide down on theflat of my back over rocks and very loosevegetation into the water. I made it, andlUCkily,the water was only knee deep.

Each day my horror for getting more wetand my clothes getting heavier than theywere, increased. The sunlight was stillbarred from the creek by the thick foliageof trees on both sides of the hill. On thisthird day the waters of the creek wereincreased by other streams. The valleywidened and most of the trip on this daywas through water from ankle deep toknee deep and over relatively small fallsand cascades. Eating one slab of chocolatefrom the jungle-kit each day was begin-ning to tell on my strength. A)ong towardsevening, I found it necessary to discardthe remaining of my flying trousers. Theyhad become terrifically heavy and weretorn pretty badly along with my khakis insliding and falling.

On this third day, however, I made mybest distance. From the signs of tiger footprints, elephant foot prints, and deer.prints along the creek.bed, I was cheeredby the fact that I knew I was gettingcloser to the valley. I had not the slightestidea of my elevation. All I knew was thatI was constantly going down, but the levelstretches encouraged me considerably.

About dusk, I came to a definite water-hold of wild life. The ground had manyevidences of large and small game, andthe trees and weeds along the side of thecreek were trampled down showing muchuse of the animal trail. There was anothersmall waterfall to go over, but there weretwo large fallen trees across the creek andwith the aid of my jungle knife I wasable to cut twigs and branches to makea sort of a bed between the trees. I realizedthat it was a natural bridge for smallanimals to cross from one side to another,but it was the safest and most comfortablelocation that I could find to spend thenight. I prayed that it wouldn't rain.Happily, it didn't for the first night.

I yelled periodically throughout thenight to scare off any animals whichmight have a notion to visit this particularwater location. I was almost scared off thelog once while half dozing. A small animalabout the size and weight of a large ratran over me, and as I jumped, it leapedinto the creek and disappeared. My im-provised 'bed was anything but yielding,and the rear portion of my body wasreally feeling the effects of having discard-ed my flying trousers. I was so tired thatif I could have only turned over on myside I felt that I could have slept for hours.However the rough, hard bark against

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my sore and bruised hips was not veryconducive to comfort. My side and back,not to say anything of my blistered feetencased in wet, soggy shoes, were begin.ning to make themselves felt.

On the fourth day, I repeated the routineof the previous day with a piece of choco-late, water, massaged my feet which werebecoming more stiff and blistered by thehour and again started off downstream.I was sure I was close to the valley. Thewater was getting considerably deeper inplaces, as much as 10 or 12 feet in depth.It was causing me to have a great dealof anxiety as to how I was going to makevery much more headway.

A:bout two hours after starting I cameto open country for the first time. The firsttime in four days, I felt the warmth ofthe sun. I had to wade across the streamback and forth over places that were knee.deep, about fifteen times at least, andfeeling almost positive that the water wasgoing to continue to get deeper, found itnecessary to build a raft. I had oftenwatched the natives use slivers of bambooto bind larger pieces together and I thoughtI might be able to imitate their technique.I followed an elephant trail into thejungle for about 100 yards, found somegreen bamboo and hacked and cut downabout six stalks of them. I dragged themback to the creek bed and tried to cutslivers of green bamboo to tie them to-gether. Due to my anxiety to get on down-stream, I didn't bind the raft together verysuccessfully, but it did help me over onestretch of water about 10 feet in depth.From only about 50 feet from my pointof embarkation my first constructed shipwent to pieces on the rocks and I receiveda drenching up to my chin.

Clinging to the side of the stream, pick.ing out shallow places, and cutting myway through the jungle, soon brought meto another stretch of shallow water. Shortlybefore dusk, I thought I recognized a fish.trap and a man-made falls. It thrilled me,but I had seen sOmany mirages the pastfour days that I decided that I would notgive the scene any further thought untilI came upon it directly. I yelled out in com-plete happiness when I saw that it wasdefinitely a fish trap made by humanhands. While it was very crudely con-structed, it was definitely the work of ahuman being, of that I was sure. A littlefurther down stream I spied a bambooraft, and one of the rock beds there weresigns of three fires having been built. Idecided to stay here if it took 30 days, forI felt sure that eventually these trapperswould return.

In the stream were large fish, wherethey came from or how they got there wascompletely a mystery to me. I still had

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about 10 matches in a water.tight bottle.I had fish. hooks and a line in the jungle-kit, and I felt with the remaining partof my chocolate, and what fish I couldcatch, I could last, despite my aching,though healthy body, an indefinite time atthis location. This was also a place fre-quently by many wild animals. There weresigns of animal trails leading out of thejungle, footprints and dung all aroundthe edge of the creek. I cut a large bamboopole, tied my handkerchief to the top of it,smoothed out a place on the rock bed,gathered a lot of dry bamboo, weeds, andferns, and constructed a rock fortificationabout 272 feet high all around the place,placed bamboo poles criss.cross over thetop of it, and covered it over with elephantleaves and grass and took off my clothesto dry them out in the much.welcomedsun in the open space.

My feet were so sore at this point, for itwas the first time in four days that I hadtaken off my shoes, and the three blisterswere black and crusted hard. I spent thenight waking up periodically and yellingfor any possible help which might benearby, and also to scare any wild animalaway. The next day I laid out in the sunand rested, and just waited, for someone tocome. I also spent the day making "Ft.Wade," as I called it, a more livable place.From the planes passi,ng overhead, I hadthe first inkling that I was in friendly ter-ritory, somewhere between India andChina.

The evening of the fifth day an L-5 Cubpassed overhead relatively close to theground. I tried my best to attract attentionby waving my bamboo-flag and yelling,but it was too dark. I spent a relativelycomfortable evening, 'and about 9 o'clockin the morning of the following day, thesixth, I heard the Cub approaching againat a low altitude. I leaped up from myshelter, grabbed the bamboo pole andbegan to wave it violently. The pilot,whose name I later learned was CharlesLinn, spotted my flag. He tipped his wingin recognition, flew over the spot, andcircled around, while I was makingfrantic gestures to make sure that herecognized me. He wrote a note, and drop-ped it from the plane. Although it fell intothe middle of the stream, I forgot all aboutmy sore feet, ran over the sharp rocks,and waded out to retrieve it. I was thrilledbeyond words. It read "Stay where you are-food and blankets will be dropped toyou-instructions will follow." He wavedhis wings, and then took off ina norther-ly direction. About an hour later. I heardthe Cub returning. He circled my locationand gave the sign that he was going todrop food. At first I was unable to locatethe package, but finally located it (while

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the pilot was away apparently gettingready to drop me another). I took it backto my shelter. On opening the package, Ifound 12 cans of variety of food. I openeda can of tomato juice and as I tried todrink it slowly, I realized for the first timejust how dreadfully hungry I was. Lt. Linnreturned as I was drinking the tomatojuice. He dropped the second packageacross the creek. At this spot I would havehad to cross a spot about 12 feet in depth.

I could have taken off my clothes toswim over, 'but I didn't need the extrapackage so I left it. Lt. Linn dropped an.other note encouraging me to stay exactlyOn his spot and asked me to signal himif I were seriously hurt. A rescue partywould come out to bring me in. It wouldprobably take 48 hours before the partycould reach me. Knowing that I waslocated and having food, I was content towait, if necessary, for a week or evenmore. My worries were at an end-espe.cialy my worries as to whether or not Iwas in friendly territory. The rest of theevening I continued to make my campmore comfortable, and offered some of the'most fervent prayers of thanksgiving thatI ever offered, and retired for the night.

On the morning of the seventh day, LtLinn was back over the spot in his L.5. Hedropped me another note which landeddownstream, and rather than get wet allover again, I took off everything andswam across the stream to get it. It con.tained the most welcomed news in thewor,ld: "Chin up-will probably reach youlate this evening, or tomorrow morning"I came back and prepared a meal fit fora king-ate slowly but plentifully. Short.ly after noon as I was resting, basking inthe sun, I heard someone yell "Hello." Ijumped up and answered as loud as Icould. Shortly after two American soldierscame wading across the stream, wavingtheir hands. Sgt. Clayton Harper andPharmacist's Mate Jim Cloyd, both assign.ed to the rescue crews stationed at Ft.Hertz, under the competent direction ofLt. Charles Linn. They came over and toldme that I didn't look too bad for all thewear and tear, and offered me a smoke,my first in seven days, and promised mea nice hot meal, and comfortable bed inthe camp downstream for the night. I wasreally happy. Ph M. Jim Cloyd doctoredmyfeet very expertly, called the four nativeswho had accompanied them on the lastleg of the search and gave orders to themto build a bamboo stretcher chair and westarted 'back for the camp. After two hourstrudging back upstream we came into viewof the camp. Twelve of the other nativeswho had been left behind had set it up.It was the most comforting and welcomesight that I'd ever seen. The bedding and

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equipment was all neatly laid out for theevening. Three warm cozy fires werecrackling brightly, and hardly had wearrived when Chandu, one of the natives,under the direction of Sgt. Harper, offeredus hot tea.

Later we had steaming hot rice, cornwillie, chili, pears for dessert, tomato juicefor a cocktail, and hot coffee. I ateravenously. After dinner, Chandu cleanedup the utensils, while Ph M. Jim Cloydbathed my feet in warm water, salved-down the blisters and bandaged them withband. aids. They tucked me in for the nightin a sleeping bag, with hot water bottlesat my feet.

Next morning, the plan was to haveSgt. Harper to go on ahead to Ft. Hertzand to make arrangements to have a jeepwaiting near,est the edge of the jungle aspossible to carry me the last remainingdistance to Ft. Hertz. They told me if myfeet could be gotten into shape to walkover the mountains, the trip could be madein about 8 hours.

I slept comfortably that night. Nextmorning Chandu prepared a verw warmand delicious breakfast, and my feetseemed miraculously improved and I feltthat I would be able to negotiate the tripcomfortably.We started our hike back overthe mountain trail at about 9 o'clock inthe morning. When we .~me to a stream,Jim insisted that I ride his back to avoidgetting my feet wet and aggravating theblisters. The trip up and down, and aroundthe dense jungle was tiring. We made itin surprisingly good time ,though andarrived at the edge of the jungle thatevening about 4 o'clock. Sgt. Harper, Lt.Linn, .and a Bl'itish Captain stationed atFt. Hertz were there to meet us with thejeep. We drove on into Ft. Hertz and hadsome hot tea, a bit of rum, and talked atlength of our experiences during the pasteight days. Lt. Linn made arrangementsfor a hospital ship to pick me up, as ithad been decided that I hurry off toChabua as quickly as possible.

While we were out at the line awaitingthe arrival of the hospital ship, I learnedthat my pilot, Lt. Siemoneit, had alsowalked out in safety two days before, butthe rest of the crew, Raybuck, Carlin, andLt. Dietzel, were still lost in the jungle.Lt. Linn interrogated me about the routeI had taken, and the a p pro x i mat elocation of the plant crash, and thewhereabouts of the one parachute that Ihad seen go down. He told me that itwould be of considerable help to him if Icould make a flight with him in the L.5over the route I had taken. I readily agreedand shortly after took off with the pilot inthe L.5 Cu'b and flew over the scene ofmy last encampment at "Ft. Wade" and

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pointed out with the aid of a map theroute I had covered the past four days.With the aid of the directions, the rescueparty were able to locate my parachutestill caught in the top of the trees. Duenorth from this site was the scene of thecrash of the plane, and due south was theapproximate location of one of the othercr,ewmembers. I do hope this boy will belocated very shortly. I'm sure they're allstill alive.

The hospital ship had arrived On myreturn and Lt. Linn made arrangementswith Lt. Kenneth McGee who was downat Ft. Hertz to fly me back to Dinjan.There Lt. William Barbre and Lt. JamesK. Barton, had radioed in ahead that they

would be waiting to pick me up in a B-24to take me back to Jorhat. That eveningabout 9 o'clock we arrived in Chabua,contacted Lt. Col. Clark, and then about10 o'clock we took off for Jorhat andarrived safely here at about ten.thirty.

I look back on my whole experience asa wonderful education. At present I enjoyhaving had the opportunity of havinggone through it all, but I hope and praythat I'll never have to repeat it. It clearlyshows, beyond a doubt, what our, youngAmerican boys are going through, with nothought of their own safety, to bring usall one step closer to achieving the purposefor which we are all fighting for-a betterworld to live in. -THE END

The Dhabi's Life Is Hard Work, No FunFrom The Statesman

Life is no fun for the Calcutta dhobi,that much-abused individual whose toildoes so much to help city folk keep upappearances.

There are more than 15,000persons en.gaged in the washerman's trade in Cal.cutta, but except for those who launderwoollen, linen, silk and better qualitycottons, and the small section owninglaundries, their per capita net monthlyincome does not exceed Rs 30; in 90% ofcases it does not go above Rs. 20.

Washermen are divided into three broadsections. The largest of the three are thepiece.rate dhobies, who come mostly fromBihar and make house-to. house collectionof clothes and also work for the laundries.Their lot is most miserable. They normaUyhave a family of four or five and a ser.vant. All of them usually live together ina small room, which is quite often a con.verted motor garage. Here, they sleep,cook, dine, store the washing and do theironing. Each member of the family in oneway or another is engaged in the trade.They toil hard throughout the day andtHl late at night. Their only recreation isthe hookah and, once in a while, someof them drink country liquor, usually onfestive occasions.

They are none too popular with theirclients, mainly because they have in.creased their charges in recent years, andpartly because of their irregularity. FromRs 8 per 100pieces in 1954, the rate nowvaries between Rs 12 and Rs 25.

Though they live in Calcutta, most ofthese washermen go outside the municipaljurisdiction, to wash and dry clothes. Thetanks they use are in the Tollygunge,Cosba and Dum Dum areas. They have

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to pay rent to the owners of the tanks forthe stone slabs and for the ground usedfor drying clothes:. The rent varies fromRs 4 to Rs 6 a month. The cost of trans.porting the clothes to and from the"bagan," to their homes in Calcutta isalso considerable.

CaIcutta Corporation has a dhobikhanain South Calcutta, which provides all kindsof facilities to wash~rmen. The centre,which has 180 stone slabs, fitted withwater reservoirs, chullis (ovens), dryingground and sheds for the storage ofclothes, accommodates over 600 washer.men in three shifts.

The Corporation charges the masterdhobi, who hires the stone slab and takesadvantage of the other facilities, Rs 8 permonth and Rs 4.50 for each person he en.gages, the number of such assistants beinglimited to three.

Each master and each of his employeestackle nearly 200 pieces of clothing in ashift. The process involves "bhati" (boil.ing), washing, starching and drying. Theybeat three or four pieces at a time on thestone slabs, keeping up this process foreight to 10 hours a day, under the blazingsun or in rain.

The two prosperous sections of the pro.fession are those who have their ownestablishments for dyeing and cleaning bymechanical processes and those who havedyeing and cleaning shops served by pro.fessional washermen. In the first category,Chinese Punjabis and South Indianspredominate, and in the second Bengalis.

In recent years, the dhobi has also beenseriously hit by the advent of a varietyof soap flakes and powder which havemade homewashing comparatively easy.

-THE END

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How to Bag a Duck(A scholarly treatise on an old but little knownform of duck-hunting in the hinterland of north-ern India.)

By R. A. WELFLE, S. J.From the very dawn of civilization-that

is to say, from time immemorial-man hassallied forth into forests, and up intomountains, and over lakes and rivers insearch of wild game. We may assume thatat times his predominant motive has beento procure food for his table. But there iscompelling and even conclusive evidencethat often as not man has also pursuedthe chase just for fun. And down throughthe ages, the snares and weapons thatman has devised and employed to bagbird and beast have varied from the crudecudgel of the cave-man and the boomer-ang of the Australian bushman to t!lehigh-powered rifle and shotgun of moderntime.

So, with that as our background, let usnow come to grips with a method ofbagging a duck that has all the ear. marksof being primitive, yet remarkably in-genuous, and one, I make bold to assert,that will surely intrigue the true sports.man by offering a world of fun. In pas.sing, we may remark that the question asto whether or not anyone ever actuallybagged a duck by this method is quiteacademic, and need not delay us at thispoint. It will, however, be dealt with indue course.

Let us therefore press on to a consider,a.tion of the directions for using this methodto best advantage. Incidentally, we mayobserve that, quite in keeping with themethod itself, the directions are superblysimple. For instance, take the very firstone that appears on the list. It is moreor,less just what we should expect, name.ly: first of all, be sure to spot a flock ofducks. This may strike the uninitiated asbeing so obvious that it might very wellbe taken for granted. However, anyonewith even only a nodding acquaintancewith duck-hunting knows perfectly wellthat absolutely nothing may be taken forgranted. And least of all a flock of ducks.

'I1he second instruction is equally im.portant. It mentions that in case the birdsare in flight when first sighted, they mustbe encouraged to settle on a body ofwater. And it goes on to say that thehunter can best render this encouragementby keeping completely out of sight. Thisis based on the well.established fact thatducks deeply resent having a hunter

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say, there is really no need to laboul1thispoint Let us simply be good sportsmenand gallantly respect the sensibilities ofthe ducks in this regard.

So let us assume that the ducks haveappreciated your gallantry, and are nowsettled on tl1ewater. It is a very fine flock,fifty to a hundred strong, and they arehaving a gay time frisking and frolickingand feeding among the reeds 'along theshore of the lake, about three or fourhundred yards down from where you areconcealed among the bushes on the bank.Fortunately, there is a nice breeze, and itis kicking up choppy little waves that goprancing down the length of the lake inthe direction of the ducks. This breezewould seem to have been made to order,for it is exactly what you require for yourfirst strategic move. You have no gun.Not even a boomerang, Or a slingshot. Butyou have several large earthen pots,spherical in shape, and about two feet indiameter. You now cautiously slip down tothe water's edge, and set one of the potsadrift. Slowly but surely the breeze andthe waves carry it bobbing 'and dancingdown toward the ducks. As this strangeintruder approaches, some of the birds be.come suspicious and somewhat excited.Perhaps a few even take off in alarm.They soon return, however as the earthenpot goes dancing by without doing anyharm. You now slip down again to thewater's edge and set another pot adrift.This time as it comes bobbing along, theducks pay scarcely any attention to it.They have just seen this sort of thing,and know it for what it is: just a sillyearthen pot that wouldn't even harm aduck. In fact, some of the birds may be.come so bold as to take the pot fan a balland start a game of water polo with it.

But now comes the big moment. Thenext time you crawl down to the edge ofthe lake; you slip yourself into the waterwith one of the large earthen pots overyour head. It has two small holes on oneside through which you can breathe andsee. You are completely submerged, exceptfor yoUnhead encased in the earthen pot,and as you work your way down towardsthe ducks, you keep jiggling the pot fromside to side to give the impression thatit is bobbing along on the waves just likeits two cousins that have already madethis same trip.

Slowly you draw nearer and nearer, until

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finally you find yourself right in amongthe ducks. And what a thrill, as youobserve that they do not betray the slight.est suspicion that you are there. In fact,one of the ducks is So close that you couldgrab it. And now that is precisely whatyou do. Taking care to keep your armunder water, you reach over and cautiouslybut quickly grasp the duck's feet, andyank it down beneath the surface. It allhappens so fast, that no matter howstartled the duck may be, it doesn't evenhave time to let out a squawk. And therehas been no visible commotion, so theother ducks have no reason to be in theleast alarmed. They think that theirbrother duck has simply taken a playfuldive, as many of them are actually doing.But your captured duck does not come upfrom his dive. You have already slippedhim into the sack that is fastened to thebelt about your waist, and, there he reomains, your number-one.bird in the bag.

Theoretically the only limit to the num.ber of birds that can be taken in thismanner depends on the numbel1of ducksin any given flock, and the size of yoursack. The true sportsman, however, willset himself a reasonable limit. And thisbrings us to the advantages of this methodover all others for bagging a duck. Willithis method, you can look over the flock,pick and choose, and take the birds ofyour choice. Moreover, this method leavesthe bagged bird entirely intact; it has notbeen injured in any way. And ;llius,whenit is later served up at table, there is norisk of getting a mouthful of bird.shot.

Finally, with regard to that question asto whether or not anyone even really bag.ged a duck by this method, we wish topoint out that as a purely academicquestion it does not actually come withinthe scope of this article. Nevertheless, wecan dispose of it by stating on unassail.able testimony that this method is definite.ly in use in certain parts of the hinterlandof northern India. And since hunters here,although lacking formal education, havenevertheless a natunally high I.Q. we mayconsider it a perfectly valid deduction toconclude that they would not employ lliismethod, if it did not actually produce reosuIts in llie form of ducks in the bag.

-THE END

:.REUNION HIGHLIGHTS OF 1962-(From left to right, starting at top): Hospitality roomentertainment ... memorial service ... business session ... Commanders banquet ... Kennedyin wax ... Puja costumes ... burning ghat ... a view of Niagara Falls. All photos by JuanitaBall Studios, 505 Delaware Avenue, Buffalo 2,. N. Y.

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CALCUTTA-A158-year-old witness gaveevidence before Mr. K. K. Das, HonoraryMagistrate of Alipore, in a case betweenhis relations in which one party hadcharged the other with criminal trespass.The witness was Sheik Najib of FatepurMatiabruz thana. He entered the court-room with the help of an attendant andwas allowed a seat. Replying to the court,he said he was born in 1804.

MADRAS-A wildlife sanctuary, mainlyfor tigers, is being set up in Tirunelvelidistrict and the Government has accord-ingly ordered that the Papanasam ReserveForests as well as the forests of the formerSingampatti zamindari estate be closedto hunters. The Manimuthar dam areain the neighbourhood is being developedas a tourist centre and a wildlife sane.tuary will be an added attraction.

CALCUTTA-A three-month-old tigercub, fresh from the jungle, was recentlyflown from Dum Dum airport to Londonin an Air-India Boeing. The cub will bekept in a private zoo on the outskirts ofLondon.

UJJAIN-About 300 passengers fell un-conscious at Ujjain railway station whena chlorine cylinder exploded while it wasbeing loaded on the Indore-Bilaspur Ex-press. Hcclf the victims were admitted tothe Government Civil Hospital, the othersbeing discharged after treatment.

NEW DELHI-All the Rumanian expertsworking at the Gauhati refinery will beprogressively withdrawn by the middle of1963, and the refinery will be mannedtotally by Indian personnel. There havebeen 41 Rumanians working at the re-finery.

DELHI-Mr. A. M. Thomas, DeputyMinister for Food and Agriculture, haspointed out that unless ill-fed cows inIndia were better cared for there wouldbe no increase in milk production. Atpresent, he said, the quantity of milkproduced in India is the lowest in theworld, "because we do not look after ourcows."

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gregarious flowering of bamboo. The ratsare now invading paddy fields and havealready infested 180 acres. Two years agothere were near famine conditions in theMautam area of Mizo Hills owing to de-pradations by an increased rat populationafter bamboo flowering.

NEW DELHI-Twelve people were killedand many injured inhouse collapses inAmritsar and Ambala as a result of tor-rential rains and consequent floods thatinundated vast areas of Punjab.

DELHI-Artists and sculptors will beassociated with the Government plans forthe construction of new buildings in thefuture. Well known artists and sculptorsfrom all over the country wHI be com-missioned to decorate important publicbuildings. It is proposed to give them"maximum freedom in the execution oftheir work."

CALCUTTA-Therewas much excitementin a dingy bustee locality of Calcutta onNarkeldanga North Road when detectivesducked in the shallow water of a pondand recovered Rs 55,000worth of diamondsand precious stones. This was said to bepart of the booty burglars had stolen froma jewelIery shop in Bowbazar Street.

BOMBAY-Bangalore will have the dis-tinction of being the. first city in Indiato boast of a string of motels-hotels fortourists-which are in vogue in the USAand also several Continental countries.Mr. Prabhu V. Mehta, chairman of theAlI-India Manufacturer's Association, toldreporters it is planned to put up 20 motelsin Bangalore to meet the accommodationshortage during the International Tradeand Industries Fair to be held in Decemberand January.

HYDERABAD-The Nat ion a'l HarbourBoard has recommended the developmentof Porbandar as an all-weather deep-waterport.

NEW DELHI-The 720-mile crude oilpipeline between the Nahorkatiya oilfieldin Assam and the second state-owned oilrefinery at Barauni in Bihar is nearingcompletion.

CALCUTTA-Two dogs of the SouthEastern Railway Protection Force, Pilotand Joyee, have been successfully usedin spotting alleged offenders. On oneoccasion, Pilot took the cue from bloodstains two days after a girl was murderedat Bilaspur and led a police party to ahouse and grabbed an inmate, who wasarrested. Joyee travelled four, miles beforepouncing on a man sitting on a cot insidea house, after having been shown a dis.

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carded canvas shoe at Bilaspur RailwayStation in connection with the theft of amotorcycle.

CHANDIGARH-There are over 1,600centenarians in Punjab, according toclaims filed during 1961 census operations.Mr. R. L. Anand, Census Superintendent,said that 943 men and 696 women in theState had claims that they were aged 100years or above. Seventeen males and ninefemales had returned their ages as over125 years. A literate resident of Patiala haddeclared his age as 200 years. The oldestwoman in the State had claimed to be 160years old.

NEW DELHI-Sarsa, in the Agra districtof Uttar Pradesh, was adjudged India'sbest village for 1961.62 after a nationwidecompetition. The village has been awardedthe prize of Rs 5,000. Among its achieve-

ments are that Sarsa was able to bring100% of its cultivated area under improvedseeds. The village registered remarkableprogress in the adoption of improvedagricultural practices and carried onsystematic work on the basis of a, produc.tion plan prepared by it.

KANPUR-Mr. S. V. Ramaswamy, UnionDeputy Minister for Railways, said therailways lost about Rs 5.5 crores per yearbecause of ticketless travelling.

NEW DELHI-The circulation of news-papers (including periodicals) publishedin India in different languages went up by4.7% in 1961 as compared to 196o-dailiesshowed an increase of 4.6%. More than1,000 newspapers came into existenceduring the year, but almost as manyceased publication, the net addition being279.

Bombay Tower Is the Tallest Ln IndiaBy NIROD MUKERJIFrom The Statesman

It may come as a surprise to many thatthe tallest tower in India is not the QutubMinar at Delhi; pride of place goes toBombay University within whose precinctsstands the Rajabai Clock-tower, 280 feethigh (Qutub Minar 238 feet, OchterlonyMonument 152 feet, Chitoor Stambh 122feet). This clock tower, a prominent land.mark in Bombay, is part of the universitylibrary.

This tower is linked with the name ofa renowned resident of Bombay, originallyfrom Surat who knew days of fabulouswealth and also heartrending reverses.Premchund Roychund (1831.1906) was abroker dealing in cotton and shares, anda speculator in land and reclamation ofland from the sea. In the "stirring days ofmad speculation" (1864-65), when therewas an unprecedented demand for cottonin Lancashire owing to the American CivilWar stopping the normal supply, Roychundwas known as the "Napoleon of Bombayfinance." With the Civil War coming to aclose there was a resounding crash in themarket. "Nearly Rs 14 crores of the sub-stantial capital of Bombay whiCh existedprior to the days of the Civil War wasnow swept away." This calamity Roychundhad not expected, but he had the courageand confidence to begin anew.

'Roychund gave away Rs 60 lakhs forbeneficent objects. In 1864 he donated Rs2 lakhs to Calcutta University to maintainfive scholarships to be given from the

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annual income from the donation. To Bom-bay University he gave Rs 2 lakhs towardsthe erection of a library building. Therefollowed an offer of Rs 1 lakhs for a clocktower. The University Senate, accepting thedonations, decided to name the tower afterthe donor's mother, Rajabai.

It is a fascinating piece of architecturewhich is a mixture of Gothic and XV cen.tury styles and its construction took tenyears. The base forms a carriage porch 26feet square in front of the main librarybuilding. It has a square form up to thegallery at the top of the first stage, whichis 68 feet from the ground. The formchanges here from square to octagon: theheight from this gallery to the top of thetower is 118 feet and the third stage to thetop of the final stage is 94 feet.

Above the first gallery, in niches cut inthe pillars at the corners of the octagonare large figures carved out of stone rep-resenting the different races and costumesof Western India and higher still is an-other series of figures of the same descrip-tion representing the figures and mode ofdress of the various communities inhabit.ing Bombay. The clock-face has an inter.nal diameter of 12 feet 6 inches. Themechanical clockwork was changed in 1932to electricity-driven at a cost of Rs 30,000.At night the illuminated clock.face can beseen for miles in keeping with the donor'swish for the erection of a library building"which may be an ornament to this city,and a storehouse of learned works, notonly of the past but of many generationsto come." -THE END

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Although this is a novel of the social,political and diplomatic life of Washing-ton, D. C., there is a CBl thread woventhrough it, from beginning to the startlingclimax at the end. Both the central char.acter and one of the secondary charactersare CBI veterans . . . the entire plot isbased upon action which took place inBurma during World War II.

HONEST JOHN. The autobiography ofWalker "Bud" 'Mahurin, Col., USAFR. G. P.Putnam's Sons, New York. October 1962. $4.95.

A dramatic account of an AmericanWorld War II ace who was shot down inKorea, imprisoned by the Communists, andwho, under pressure, signed a. germ war.fare confession.

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This is an exciting novel about a groupof Ka,chins in a desperate attempt tocross an 11,000.foot high pass into Burma,to escape from the unspeakable brutalityof the Chinese Communists in Yunnanprovince. It is written by an Englishmanwho knows the Far East from much first.hand experience, having been a memberof the Malayan Police Service and ofthe British Foreign Service in Burma. Hiswife, whom he married in 1956, is Chinese.

HIGH IN THE THIN COLD AIR. By SirEdmund Hillary and Desmond Doig. Doubleday&Co., Garde,n City, N. Y. October 1962. $5.95.

The story of the Himalayan expedition,1960-61, led by Sir Edmund Hillary, spon.sored by World Book E~cyclop~dia. It !"Iadtwo aims, to gather hlgh.alti~ude sClen.tific data and to establish or disprove theexistence of Yetis (Abominable Snowmen).Hillary and Doig, the party's press cor.respondent, throw cold water on the Yetilegend after much painstaking investiga.tion. The book is fascinating reading forthe armchair mountaineer.

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True stories of U. S. secret agents inoccupied Europe, North Africa and theFar East during World War II. Activitiesof the O.S.S. are recreated-from the drop.ping and supplying of agents to the in.credible sacrifices of native resistanceworkers-by an O.S.s. official.

A STUDY OF COMMUNISM. By J. EdgarHoover. Holt, Rinehart & J/7inston, Inc., NewYork. October 1962. $3.95.

A concise exposition of the history,theory and power structure of Communism,the use of terror in Communist rule, theworld expansion of Communism, and theCommunist Party and Communist intelli.gence activities in the United States. Thisbook, by the FBI's director (since 1942),may easily achieve wide use as a text,in addition to its general market.

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COMING HOME from Calcutta in February 1946, the USSMarine Fox enters Seattle Harbor. Photo by William J. Lewis.

WAR WEARY C-47 of the 1328th AAF Base Unit, ATe,India, is decorated with a homemade Distinguished FlyingCross. Major James A. Dearbeyne, e ecutl\'c ''',leer. is shownmaking the presentation prior to return of the plane to theUnited States.

Chinese Combat Command• Sorry I didn't know ofEx.CBI Roundup earlier-Ihad a few experiences 'inCBI myself and have sincelost contact with many ofthe good friend, I madethere. I was a staff sergeantwith a liaison team with the14th Division of the ChineseCombat Command-with ourparticular group there wereapproximately 30 officersand enlisted men. We werequite close; ate and slept to.gether and depended oneach other a lot. I found outabout R 0 un d up from apoliceman-I don't remem.ber his name, but he wasa Roundup subscriber. I methim in the Bagley school inDetroit-he heard me kid-ding, saying something inChinese, and came up andasked if I knew aboutRoundup. I knew nothingabout it, so he gave me theaddress. I hope I can hearfrom some Of my lostfriends.

ALBERT MARCHIONDA,13840 Bringard,Detroit 5, Mich.

extending an invitation tothe Association to hold itsannual family reunion inDayton in the near future.

HOWARD ,CLAGER,Dayton, Ohio

New Reader• Never knew of Roundupbefore ... I am glad to havefound out a'bout it.

G. A. BURNS,Ionia, Mich.

New Dayton Basha• A distinguished group ofcitizens got together in Day.ton, Ohio, at 8 p.m. OctoberI, for a meeting and cocktailparty. These were 25 menand women veterans of theCBI theater. Many wiveswere also welcomed, as isour custom. Ellsworth GreenJr., Past National Comman-der, and Howard Clager, Jr.Vice Commander. North, pre-sided at the organizationalme e tin g of this chattyfriendly group and it wasdecided to organize a basha,immediately for the area inand around Dayton. Tenta.tively, Major Ron Green,USAF, has been elected com.mander; Lt. Col. Pauline(Polly) Hughes, adjutant.finance officer; Jack Patrie.off, judge advocate; RobertChoate, provost marshal;and the name chosen wasthe Miami Valley Basha.This is the fifth basha inOhio. The membership com.mittee is currently workingon contacting other CBI.ersin the surrounding area.Anyone interested is invitedto contact Mr. Green at theDayton Area Chamber ofCommerce, or Mr. Clager,7599 Downing St., Dayton 14,Ohio. Another meeting hasbeen scheduled for 8 p.m.Nov. 5 and the site will bethe Biltmore Hotel in Day.ton. The basha anticipates

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To The Editors _

SANITATION department facilities on a Calcutta street dur-ing the war. Photo by Col. James C. Smoot.

OPERATIONS buildings of airstrip at Kweilin, China were atfoot of these mountains in 1944. Photo by Sidney R. Rose.

Another Signal Officer• Have located anotherCBI veteran while workingas sales manager for PacificTel e p h 0 n e Company inSouthern California. LeftOscar Gregory a copy andfound he was a signal of.ficer same time I was withthe 893rd Signal Company inCalcutta from 1944 through1946. The magazine is greatand I hope it will continue.

RICHARD C. COLLINS,Gardena, Calif.

Vividly Remembered• Served with the 25thBomb Squadron (VH) atChakulia, India, and then onTinian Island in the Pacific.Those days so many yearsago are still so vividly reomembered. Yet it is hard tobelieve that so many of thethings actually happened.Would enjoy hearing fromany of the fellows in theoutfit.

CARLTON F. FAIRCHILD,535 Lynn Avenue,Woodbury, N. J.

after Easter, at the TownHouse Supper Club in Mar-shalltown.

RAY ALDERSON,Dubuque, Iowa

Iowa Get. Together• In spite of the "humid"weather, the Iowa Basha en.joyed one of its best fall get.togethers in Washington onSaturday, Oct. 13-thanks tothe hosts and hostesses, Johnand Virginia Lee and Samand Pearl Weeks. Nationalofficers Gene Brauer andDon Doyle were among thehundred Sahibs and Mem.sahibs who enjoyed Amanarefreshments and a tourthrough an India brass im-porting firm in the after-noon. CBI vets who attendeda CBIVA meeting for thefirst time were WilliamThoma of Wayland, LeoHollenbeck of Letts, GilbertCopper of North English,James Malloy of Parnell andJohn Myers of Washington(all Iowans). A dinner-danceand the business meetingwere held at the Washing.ton Golf and Country Club.National Commander Brauergave a talk on CBIVA andnext year's national reunionin Milwaukee. The IowaBasha voted to have its first'hospitality room at the Mil.waukee reunion. A donationwas made to the Dr. Sea.grave Fund. It was decidedthat the 1963 spring meetingwill be the first Sunday

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GIRL TEA PICKER in tea garden at edge of Sookerting AirBase, Assam, India. Photo by Clayton Orsted.

THREE MEN visit while having their lunch on the sidewalkof a Calcutta street. Photo by Col. James C. Smoot.

Interesting Experience esting experience, and one• It's been nearly seven that we are obviously notyears since my last letter to going to forget soon.Ex-CBI R 0 u n d u p, which WILLIAM F. WAGNER,means that it is more thantime to write another. I was Hollywood, Calif.a pilot in the 492nd Squad-ron, 7th Bomb Group, fromJanuary to October 1943, anda member of the happypatients at the 181st GeneralHospital for four monthsafter that, and, finally, aflight commander in theFlexible Gunnery SchOOl atKarachi until October of '44.I was disappointed to haveto miss the 7th Bomb re-union in June. I would bemost interested in hearingfrom someone who waspresent at the reunion;would also like to hear fromanyone who recognizes thename below, or the circum-stances above. My address is6047 Hollywood Blvd., Holly.wood 28, Calif. Please keepup the good work with themagazine. It is a link withwhat all of us at the timethought was a drag, but I'msure most of us now feelwas a tremendously inter.

NOVEMBER, 1962

India in 1942• Have been a subscriberto the Roundup whenever Ihave had a permanent ad-dress or one that would re-mot.in static long enough formy mail to catch up withme. Now that I am retiredI will remain a permanentsubscriber. I think you aredeing a magnificent job indigging up old and newitems of interest to all whoserved in the CBL When Iarrived in India in 1942there was only one Americanofficer in all of India-Lt.Col. Paul L. Freeman, nowGeneral F r e e man, com-manding all U. S. Forces inGermany. When I left in thesummer of 1945 it was ahuge, sprawling operationand it was impossible toknow everyone, or evenknow all that was going on.Consequently my interest inthe CBI is still very strong.Keep up the good work ofwarming- up our memories.

ROTHWELL H. BROWNBrig. Gen., U.S.A. (Ret.)White Stone, Va.

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Commander's

Messageby

Eugene R. BrauerNational CommanderChina-Burma-Indla

Veterans Assn.

Salaams and Ding Haos:

Philadelphia again demonstrated why itis known as the "City of Brotherly Love"during my visit there in mid-September.Though I foiled reception plans by wel-coming the welcoming committee at PennStation, I was regally given the red carpettreatment by the delegation headed bySr. Vice Commander Hal Reinholt, Jr. ViceCommander Al Frankel, Delaware ValleyBasha Commander John Travia, plus adozen others. I was rushed off to an in-formal reception, cocktails and brunch atthe home of Al and Irma Frankel wherewe chatted until the wee hours of Satur-day morning. I was house guest of theFrankels during my Philly stay. On Sat-urday evening I performed my first officialduties as national commander when I hadthe honor of installing the basha officerswith Cordelia Shute taking over the com.mander post. Cordie, incidentally is onlythe second woman in CBIVA history tohold that position. Some 60 CBlers attendedthe installation banquet at the SheratonHotel. My first official visit, though brief,was an exciting and memorable event.

Thursday, Oct. 4, I was again privilegedto administer the oath of office to thenew Milwaukee Basha executives. Thiswas especially a memorable eventbecauseJohn R. Armstrong was re-elected com-mander, the first time that incident hasoccurred since the basha named its firstofficer in 1948. Among the crowd of at.tendants were Joseph Greco, the basha's

This space is contributed to the CBIV A byEx-CBI Roundup as a service to the manyreaders who are members of the Assn., of whichRoundup is the official publication. It is im-portant to remember that CBIV A and Roundupare entirely separate organizations. Your sub.scription to Roundup does not entitle you tomembership in CBIV A, nor does your member-ship in CBIV A entitle you to a subscription toRoundup. You need not be a member of CBIV Ain order to subscribe to Roundup and vise versa.-Eds.

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new judge advocate, but primarily recog-nized as a member of the County Boardof Supervisors, and George Witkowski,Milwaukee County sheriff, also a member.of the organization.

A real Indian summer day greeted myvisit to Washington, Iowa, Oct. 13. Wash-ington is a city, so I punned, where thecorn grows taller than the buildings. Butthe warmth generated by the hospitalityof the Iowa people must certainly havesomething to do with the tallness of thecorn.

It was a real pleasure meeting againCommander Ben Hopkins, Adj. Ray Alder.son, the Leichsenrings, Hertels, Hawks,etc etc. And of course no visit would becomplete without seeing Roundup EditorNeil Maurer and wife, Grace.

My biggest thrill was the response tomy appeal for the Dr. Seagrave Fund. Aguest at the Iowa State meeting personallytook it upon himself to make the first con-tribution, and then on his own, he wentaround and came through with a sizeablecollection.

CBIVA is just about to have a blessedevent. My Jr. Vice Commander HowieClager along with Past Commander Ells-worth Green has been busy organizing aDayton, Ohio, Basha. Temporary officerswere elected and a tremendous nucleusfor an active organization appeared atthe first meeting. . ,

Out on the coast, Mae BisseH, my JuniorVice Commander, made a banquet visitto OUr Dhobi Wallah Basha at Seattle onOct. 6. Mae is the first woman to holdthe high office of a junior vice comman-der and she did an excellent job in herfirst official visit.

It is my sincere hope that during myterm as national commander, every readerof Roundup will join the ranks of CBIVA,and in turn, every member of CBIVA willbecome as interested a subscriber ofRoundup as myself.

Should you wish to make a contributionto the Dr. Seagrave Fund or seek informa,-tion on becoming a CBIVA member, directyour mail to CBIVA, P.O. Box 1848, Mil.waukee 1, Wis.

By the time you read this message Ishall ha,ve visited the Ohio State Depart.ment meeting at Youngstown and ournational executive board shall have met atChicago. I shall tell you about these eventsin my next message.

In closing might I again remind youthat CBIVA's national reunion is scheduledfor Milwaukee, beginning next July 31.I hope to meet each of you there in person.

Fraternal Salaams,

GENE BRAUERNational Commander

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DEFENSE system is demonstrated by a sergeant at SookertingAir Base, Assam, India, with squadron orderly room in back.ground. Note air raid siren near door. All buildings in thisarea were of bamboo, with thatched roofs. Photo by ClaytonOrsted.

20 Years of Service• Have retired from theArmy Nurse Corps after 20years of military service.Was a member of the 73rdEvacuation Hospital (LosAngeles group). Departedfrom L. A. on 20 January1943 and docked in Bombay,India, 5 March 1943-by wayof New Zealand and Austra-lia. Set foot in our "bashahospital" area on 17 March1943 near Ledo, Assam (mos.quito, snake and jackalco u n try). Our group ofnurses rode the same trainwith the Burmese nurses ofColon e 1 Seagrave's unit.Where we shouldered a gasmask, they shouldered ashot gun! After 14 monthsnear Ledo, nursing Amer.'ican and Chinese troops, weconvoyed over the Stilwellhighway-into the teakwoodforests of Burma, home ofthe barking deer, monkeys,python, Russell viper andwild boar-and carried onour nursing duties at a spotcalled "Shing." Arrived therein time for Easter sunriseservices-and strut to "LeechHollow" in rubber boots,raincoats, slacks and rainhats, decorated with anorchid plucked from a near-by stump. Oh, those werethe days of frontier nursing!

DORA M. HENNING,Lt. Col., RetiredTacoma, Wash.

Entered Priesthood• Like so many other read-ers of the Roundup, after 14years I too can say that Ihave never run across thename of men who were inmy outfit in CBI. In fa<:t, Ihave never seen the name ofanyone I per~onally knew.But on the chance that thereare some fellows I know orwho knew me but havenever written Roundup, Iwant to let you know thatseveral years after my re-turn to the U. S. from India,I entered the seminary tostudy for the Priesthood.After these many years ofstudy I was ordained aPriest to work in the Dioceseof Amarillo, Texas, on April

7, 1962. My present assign-ment is in the city of Lub-bock.REV. LAWRENCE BOBSIEN,Christ the King Church,Lubbock, Texas

Hump Pilots Meet• The Hump Pilots Asso.ciation, also known as theHumpsters and/or the HumpFlyers, held their annualget. together for 1962 in Day-ton, Ohio, in late August,the 16th meeting. Quite anice group attended frommany states and the majDr-ity brought their wives alongto enjoy the fun and frolic.A very fine affair was ar-ranged for the gang, withthe program covering aweekend. Headquarters wasthe Imperial House Moteland events were scheduled

there Or were begun there.To start off the festivities, aget- together and cocktailparty was scheduled for Fri.day night. On Saturday aswimming party and a tripto the Air Force Museum atWright-Patterson Air ForceBase were on tap during theday. The highlight of theweekend was Saturday eve-ning's cocktail party anddinner. Sunday morning abreakfast was enjoyed bymany before their departure.Pre sid e n t Roland (Rags)Ragland announced nextyear would find the associa.tion gathering in Daytonagain. Personnel who "flewthe Hump" are welcomed, aswell as the "a,irplanedrivers,'"

HOWARD CLAGER,Dayton, Ohio

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