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FLYING OVER ONTAR
IO WITH AUSTRALIAN
STUDENT OBSERVERS
By Hugh Templin
I sat in the secretary’s office at the
No. 1 Air Observer School at Malton
-and wondered what would happen
next. Things always seemed to turn
■out that way when arrangements had
been made for me to fly in an R.C.A.
F. plane. If there-, wasn't a thunder
storm, there was something else. The
■day’s thunder storm.had already pass
ed and the sky was clear, >but orders
bad become mixed up.
On the other side of his desk, J. A.
.Munroe, secretary-treasurer of the
•school, was keeping the telephone
busy and now and then someone came
hurrying in with a correspondence file
•or other information.
It was obvious enough what had
happened/ A phone call from the
Training Command at Toronto had
informed me that all arrangements
were made. Meanwhile, a sudden call
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As we waited for word from To
ronto, the big Avro Ansons out on
the runway roared away. It was two
o’clock and time for them to go out'
on their afternoon "exercises,”
Flying Officer McLeod tried to be
consoling. It was a rough day, he said
and I wouldn’t enjoy it. He rememb
ered one newspaperman who went up
in a plane on just such a day. He
wasn’t up five minutes till he was sick,
and his trip was a total loss—and so
was his lunch. Besides, the exercise
for that day wasn’t the most interest
ing kind. The student observers would
be trying to make out a course as
though they were flying blind, above
the clouds. Another day would be
more interesting and would provide
better flying conditions.
There seemed to be nothing else to’
be done. It was a quarter after two
now and I hadn’ heard a plane go for
five minutes. The night flight would
n’t leave till nine o’clock and might
not return till two in the morning and
I would have 60 miles to drive home
after that. I had work to do the next
morning and two members of the fam
ily waiting for me in the city. There
seemed to be nothing left to do but to
come back again.
The Delayed Flight
Suddenly things began to happen.
Flying Officer McLeod had gone out
but he came hurrying back.
"Everything’s O.K. We’ll have to
hurry, though.”
We trotted across the road toward
the hangar. On the'way he explained
that one plane was delayed by engine
trouble. Spark plugs. I might get to
it in time.
A quick trip to the pilot’s room,
where I was fitted with parachute har
ness—two straps over my shoulders
and one around each leg, all 'kicked to
gether in front of my stomach. The
day was hot, so I left my coat behind
and went in my shirt sleeves.
Another dash across the runway to
the place where the twin engines of
Avro Anson No. 6037 were turning-
over smoothly and noisily now. The
pilot was already in his seat. Hasty
introductions to the two student ob
servers, K. Allin and R. Evrit, both
of Melbourne, Australia. That was in
teresting. Two fine young fellows.
I shook hands with them, -
"It’s hot!” I said, just by way of
making conversation. It was a stupid
thing to say because so obvious. The
thermometer said 95 degrees.
“We like it,” one of them replied,
rather surprisingly. They were in
shirt-sleeves too, with the same kind
of parachute harness. Later, Pilot
Joselin said: "The Australians just eat
up this kind of weather.”
A little door was open up on the
side of the plane, and I climbed in.
One of the Australians fastened my
safety strap, a quick-release type that
was new to me. Allin took his seat be
side the pilot and Evritt in the seat
behind the pilot. I was in the back
scat, opposite the door,
The plane began to move at once,
down the broad runway. We passed
a silvery Trans-Canada plane, fast
coming in and turned into the wind
and in a few seconds were off the
ground, heading westward into a 25-
milc wind,
An “Exercise” Flight
One of the Australians had repeated
the warning that the flight might be
a rough one, but I did not find it so,
particularly after we had climbed
above a thousand feet. There large
planes fly much more steadily than
the small open-cockpit planes in which
most of my previous flying had been
done. . . wwUp In front, on the left, sat Pilot
jocelin, two or three rows of instru
ments in front of him, holding on. to
a wheel that looked like the steei mg
wheel of an automobile with parts of
it cut away. Beside him sat one of
the young Australians. In front of
him, under the dash, was a. hole into
which he crawled from time to time,
so that he could lie flat on his stom
ach in the nose of the plane and read
the drift indicator, showing how much
the plane was being blown off its
course by the wind.
Directly behind the pilot sat the
other Australian student. He was do
ing his “exercise” for the day. On a
table in front of him lay a map with
no towns;, roads or landmarks, except
the outlines of the Great Lakes and
here and there, circles, with an arrow
marking the compass variations—not
much help to a visitor from the other
side of the world. On the table lay
his simple instruments, a triangular
ruler, a few pencils, a circular card
with rows of figures and the name,
Somebody’s Rapid Calculator. Beside
him* was a compass and up in front
two dials, one indicating the engine
speed and the other the altitude above
sea level.
I sat in the rear seat, directly be
hind the student with the exercise, but
wih my view to the front partly cut
off by the-wireless instruments, work
ed by remote control from the pilot’s
seat* Occasionally, I saw the dials
turn and the wavelength indicators
change, but of the messages which
passed through them I knew nothing.
In front of me was a table, on which
I was able to write in my notebook.
Some Towns Easy to Identify
The Avro Anson is noted for its
visibility. There are windows all
around.' It has even been likened to a
flying greenhouse. The rear seat was
opposite the huge wing, but it was
easy to see the landscape below and
behind.
The sky held many clouds and the
shadows mottled the landscape below.
The air was hazy and ten miles was
about the limit of visibility, After we
climbed to 4500 feet, we were up in
the lower layer of clouds. Occasion
ally one would drift past almost close
enough to touch. The heavier clouds,
holding a hint of thunder, were high
er. Two or three times we ran into
rain but I couldn’t see it out on the
wing. Only the odd- singing of the
propellers and the drops on the front
windows showed me the difference,
. I hadn’t any idea whether I would
know where we were from nearly a
mile up in the air. I couldn't see the
compass, but the sun shone most of
the time, giving a rough idea of the I
directions. There wasn’t any doubt
about the first town. Acres of green
houses shone in the light, as we circled
over Brampton, gaining height. I im
agine it would make a wonderful tar
get, day or night. If I had been able
to lay my hands on a stone, I could
hardly have resisted the temptation to
drop it overboard on these glass roofs.
We headed west after that, and the
Credit river, dirty even from that
height, was the next landmark. Then
a little village that worried me until
I decided its mill ponds were like
those at Alton. Then came Orange
ville,. I was nearer home now and I
knew most of the landmarks. The
provincial highway to Arthur, straight
as a ruler, gleamed in the sun for miles
till it crossed the Grand River. The
lovely Hockley Valley lay ahead. The
hills looked almost flat, but the road
by the river was plain enough,
By that time, I had the toad map
out of my brief case, and from then
on, was never lost. We passed south
of Camp Borden, over the great Hol
land marsh and the tip bf Lake Sim
coe, and down beside Yonge street to
King, then in a bee-Ihie for Malton.
There, the students changed places and
we went around another circle, slight
ly farther east, but tn sight of Bramp
ton, Caledohe Lake, Orangeville, Au
rora, and down to the shore of Lake
Ontario near Malvern. A 'turn to the
west brought us over the eastern sub
urbs of Toronto,
The flight over Toronto was inter
esting, Out to the left was the Wood
bine race track, then the harbor with a
freight boat steaming across the Bay.
The skyscrapers looked like tall toy
buildings. To. the north, the reservoir
shone as all the other ponds had done.
We parallelled Dundas street out to
West Toronto. I saw, a mile below
me, the schoolyard where I once tried
to teach a girl to skate. All large
buildings were easily seen. It took
about six minutes to cross Toronto,
from the eastern suburbs to the Hum
ber river at Weston.
We circled the great Malton airport
slowly, watching other planes coming
in and finally, with a clear runway,
came down to earth without a bump.
From the delightful coolness of the
upper air, we stepped out into the heat
again. The students checked their
maps with Pilot Jocelin, and I sub
mitted mine. It was just two rough
pencil marks on a road map but he
seemed surprised that I had been so
close to the real route. Most people,
he said, got completely lost in the air
unless they had some training,
, , There was time for -conversation
now. The Australians had been six.
weeks at Malton. Another six and
they would go to Jarvis to learn
bombing and gunnery with® practice
bombs and real machine guns. It
wouldn’t be long till they were flying
over Germany. „
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PHIL.OSIFER OF
LAZY MEADOWS
.. . By H. J. Boyle ‘
THE OAT-BURNER
We went to church last Sunday with
a horse and buggy. As the radio daily
blared forth encouragement to save
gasoline and when every newspaper
glared at us with an advertisement
calling attention to he need for saving
gasoline, we became deermined at
Lazy Meadows to trade the “gas-
burner” for the "oat-burner” and we
did.
Annabelle, the original, old, grey
mare who has been doing light duty
as a third horse ever since we became
so accustomed to using the car that
we forgot her, was surprised. Placid
ly grazing in the east meadow on Sat-
day night, she looked us over, much
Gn the same way that a doctor would
when he felt that perhaps the sun had
torched some vital spot imyour 'head,
as we led her up to the barn. Her
hid-e was sleek from the inactivity of
the past few weeks but we curried and
combed her until she fairly glistened.
Then came the task of salvaging the
buggy from the driving shed. There
was a nest of eggs under the seat and
'Biddy, the little red hen, put up a
terrible fuss when we discovered her
adding* to her secret hoard of eggs.
The mice and the birds for some time
m-ust have been carting away the lin
ing of the buggy seat because, when
we felt it,' the collapse which resulted
' made it look something like a pancake
with a hollow spot.
How truck accumulates in a buggy
or a cutter in a shed! Bolts and nuts
looking like a pile of scaly rust in an
old, honey pail. A half bag of minerals
bought for the cattle and forgotten.
A' cake of rock salt we had intended
taking to the grass farm early in the
season. Two old bridles that needed
mending but which were never taken
to the harness-maker. A pile of hay
fork rope we planned on splicing after
it broke early in the season. Two balls
of binder twine we had forgotten
about. Several picture frames and an
excellent photo of a bewhiskered an
cestor that nobody seemed Able to
identify. A patented fire extinguisher
that a slick salesman sold us but which
we had forgotton to ask the instruc
tions for, and which in all probobility
wouldn’t work anyhow. Two or three
empty bottles, souvenirs of Uncle
Josiah’s visit to us, when we tried for
days to find his cache of "snake-bite
oil.” A pound of tobacco—-the raw,
leaf variety which we purchased one
time because it was so cheap and we
figured we could save money by cheat
ing the manufacturer out of his profit
for curing it. One pipeful had been
enough! The smoke was dense enough
to make disinfectant.
We pulled and tugged and jeerked
and yanked. In the process there were
so many discoveries that it took some
time to remember where all the articl
es came from. Finally, pulling out the
three new grain bags which we had
been so certain were returned to
Neighbor Higgins, we were finished.
Where did we pile them? Well, you
see the cutter was handy and it was’nt
over half full of other rubbish so wc
Just piled it all in there. Besides, the
Indians say it is going to be an open
winder and we probably won’t heed the
cutter anyhow.. . • • *
Patricia Ann looked positively
frightened when we were finally load
ed up In the buggy. Rounding the
curve going out the laneway, the bug
gy took a sudden lurch and it was dis-,
covered that one of the'Wheels was
partly 6ff. In the process of trying to
put it back on, it was discovered that
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greasy fingers and the aid ot a stone
and a chisel the nut was finally put
in place. Then it .was discovered that a
the cap for the hub was lost. Groping
through the dust with greasy fingers
we picked up at least a half pound of
dirt. This had to be removed and we
used the most of the coal-oil out of
the lamp doing it,
Off we went. Annabel jogged for a
few steps and then decided that if we
were crazy enough to hitch her up, she
would take her own sweet time about
getting to church. There was no bug
gy whip and in the process of trying
to break a willow gad off at the creek
one foot slipped and went down with
a squishing, oozing noise into the mud
and water. With one pants leg decorat
ed with a ring of mud 1 finally clamb
ered back in.
If you could only sec the look of
amazement that seemed to spread over
the faces of motoring neighbors as
they passed us! If you could only see
our faces as we took each rolling cloud
of dust! Annabelle seemed determined
that this business of going to church
on Sunday with her as bower would
not be continued. She paused to munch
at each patch of grass in the centre
of the road, and when there was no
grass in the centre of the road after
we. caame to the county road, she
wandered off the side—all efforts of
the willow gad to urgfe her forward
being of no avail.
It seemed that everybody that went
to church was on hand to greet us
when we arrived. They laughed and
they chattered. Mrs. Phil glared at me,
as she tried to restore her black dress
to its proper color. Each time that she
stroked, a cloud of grey dust belched
forth. Patricia Ann had lost her pea
ches and cream complexion for a
muddy-grey one. My blue suit was,al
most white, and still adorned with a
mud fringe on one leg. Neighbor Hig
gins came out smiling and put his
hand on the dashboard and it collap
sed inward. I heard a strange meowing
noise and looked around in time to j
see a kitten poke its head up from be-; heads handled carefully to prevent
tween the folds of the top . . and An- j bruising. A dry day when there is no
nabelle was tied all by her lonesome | rain lodged in the heads should be
in the shed that in my boyhood failed
to hold the horses of the congregation.
But we’re sicking with the “oat-burn
er” ^nonetheless.
USEFUL HINTS ON
STORING VEGETABLES
All vegetables intended for storage
during the winter should be grown to
full maturity, otherwise they cannot be
expected to keep well. For the storage
of onions, a cool dry cellar, with the
temperature not over 40 degrees at
any time, is ideal, and when the onions
are not piled to any great depth, shal
low slatted crates or shelves will be
found satisfactory. Particularly in dis
tricts where the growing season is
short, onions may require some help
to ripen. As soon as the tops of a few
plants fall over, all the tops should be
bent down. This checks the flow of
sap and causes the bulbs to ripen. A
few days later the plants should be
pulled, and if the weather continues
fine, the onions should be turned over
occasionally until the tops are fairly
well dried. They should then be’cut
off and the onions spread in the open
or in slatted crates. When dry, they
.nay be placed in storage for the win
ter.
With regard to squash and pump
kins, on no account should they be ex
posed to the least frost. As soon as
the rind is firm enough to prevent
piercing by the finger nail, the fruit
may be taken from the plan!. Pump
kins and squash should be stored in a
dry place at a temperature of from 40
to 50 degrees. At’ all times they
should >be handled as carefully as eggs.
The slightest bruise, even though not
noticeable, Is likely to cause decay in
storage. When large quantities are to
be stored, slatted shelves should be
used to that he frui may not be piled
on top of one another.
For storing cabbage, all the outer
leaves should first be removed and the
chosen for storing in a dry cool place.
If there is good circulation in the
store-room, the heads may be piled in.
several layers. Small quantities may
be pulled without cutting off the heads,
and suspended from a joist in the cel
lar. The roots may be left on but all
the outer leaves should be removed.
Carrots, beets, and parsnips should
be kept very cool, and be well dried
before storing. Potatoes keep well in.
a dry place with the temperature be
tween 30 and 40.
DISEASE FREE HENS
MEANS MORE EGGS
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The urgent demand for eggs from
Britain and the increased prices should
encourage farmers to give closer at
tention to their poulry flocks. Disease
control is one of the most importan
factors in profitable egg production,
and every practical precaution should
be taken to prevent
officials of the Live
Division, Dominion
Agriculture.
Over-crowding of
poultry house is dangerous from
standpoint of disease. A minimum of
three and a half to four square feet of
floor space should be allowed per bird.
Attempts to house more birds than,
can be accomodated are sure to result
in increased disease and serious loss
es. Pullets and older birds should be
penned separately.
As a further precaution against dis
ease, the poultry house should be given
a thorough cleaning in the autumn.
The equipment in the pens, also the
walls, should be scrubbed with hot
water and. lye. After the scrubbing has
been completed, a liberal application
of whitewash, to which has been added
a good commercial disinfectant, will
aid further in providing sanitary, dis
ease-free quarters. Broken weather
the harvest season is an opportune
time to undertake such tasks.
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