Monday, 25 March 2013

Slipstream Magazine

The Airman's Magazine
Published from Thornhill every Friday.

(All editorial communications should be addressed to the Editor, R.A.F., Thornhill, Gwelo; business matters to the President, Editorial Board, Thornhill.)

Vol. 4. No. 20. Registered at the G.P.O. as a Newspaper PRICE 3d.


WHEN the R.A.F. first settled in Rhodesia, many airmen adopted the practice of sending gifts to friends and relations in Britain. Many a man surreptitiously enclosed a pair of silk stockings or some cosmetics in his letters to his best girl, wife or mother. But gradually over the last nine months he has found increasing difficulties in obtaining the majority of commodities. Traders became wise to the practice of airmen of sending gifts home, as did the Customs authorities. 'To prevent the Rhodesian women from being completely stocking-less, many firms introduced their own form of rationing and kept their small stocks of this commodity for their regular customers.

The popular practice of sending periodic parcels of foodstuffs overseas has also been very much restricted. When we first came to the Colony foodstuffs were plentiful and easily obtainable. Many large stores made up "gift parcels" for home and the choice was wide. Such commodities as butter, sugar and tea were sent to our families at regular intervals to help them eke out their restricted menu. Firms in the Union announced schemes whereby they would pack and despatch parcels of foodstuffs to addresses abroad on receipt of a postal order. It became the practice of air- men in the Colony to put so much of their pay on one side each month to cover the expense of sending gifts to Britain.

Then a form of rationing was introduced into Rhodesia. We could no longer include certain commodities in our food parcels. The Union began to limit its exports since the feeding and equipping of troops up North monopolised such a large proportion of its products. No longer did firms undertake to send food parccls overseas. Airmen in the Colony had to make up their own packages providing their own paper and other packing materials.

Recently a new law has practically stepped the sending of gifts home. A list of goods which are not exportable from the Colony has been issued and this includes foodstuffs such as tea, coffee, condensed milk, mustard and pepper, as well as commodities such as toilet requisites (including cosmetics), razor blades, hosiery, footwear and clothing of all descriptions.

It is with regret that we learn of this new ruling, but we realise the necessity for these wartime measures and know that airmen will accept them in the best spirit possible.

These inconveniences, however, are small indeed when compared with the privations suffered by the oppressed nations of Europe. It has been said that 18,000,000 people in Europe are facing the possibility of death by starvation this winter and a further 54,000,000 will suffer the greatest privations, with steeply-increased mortality from resulting ill-health.

Belgium, for example, stands appalled at the prospect of the coming winter months in which, it is feared, people will die in every Belgian city of stark hunger. In Denmark and Holland nearly 80 per cent, of the livestock has been slaughtered over the past two years to make up for the deficiencies in feeding stuffs and cereals. In Norway coal supplies have, each winter, been commandeered and sent to Germany. Over the winters of war also all the French and Norwegian cattle have been destroyed for feeding purposes. This cannot be done twice.

By their advance into Russia the Nazis have destroyed the largest granary in Europe—the Ukraine. Before the war Russia provided a large part of the cereals needed by European nations, but to-day the Russians have difficulty in remaining self-supporting and cannot afford to export. As a result Hitler cannot obtain the food to feed his "conquered" nations.

Whatever small inconveniences we may have to experience out here, whatever new rationing schemes are introduced at home, they are as nothing compared with the famine and disease that Hitler has sent riding across Europe in his mad lust for power.

In the last war Germany was beaten mainly through our food blockade and mass starvation among its peoples. Perhaps once again this may be the main means of the collapse of the Nazi tyranny.


ANSWERS to examination questions have always been popular subjects for scribes like myself, who are too unoriginal to make up their own stories. But " 1066 and All That" was a best-seller, so here are some examination stories which have come to light recently.

" What are the advantages and disadvantages of night flying?" ran one question.

" I can't imagine a single advantage," wrote one pupil, " but the disadvantages are all located in the layer of air about 30 feet from the ground down to ground level."


"Pilots will wear parachutes at all times when flying, and invariably when abandoning the aircraft," wrote another candidate.

You try it without!


"The engine drives the propeller," was the breathtaking statement on one answer paper, and it continued, " but in the case of a constant speed airscrew, if the engine ceases to fire, the propeller will continue to turn." Perpetual motion? Inventions department take necessary action.

That's enough of " Pupil Howlers" for this week, and the next howl will come from that fellow " Sky Pilot " who pinched my page last week while I was on leave.

Is nothing safe?


" The greater the angle of bank," said the instructor, " the greater the loads on the aeroplane and pilot. For example, if we carry out a turn with 75 degrees of bank, the load is four times what it was in level flight."

The pupil pondered on this for a moment.
Then he said: " I see .... if I have a quarterpound block of chocolate in my pocket, and I bank the aircraft 75 degrees, I've got a one-pound block instead."

Lord Woolton please note!


" 3539 Dual?" called an instructor to the timekeeper.
" But we haven't a machine of that number, sir!"
"Machine?" said the instructor. "Don't he a fool! That's my girl's telephone number, and I want you to remind me to call her up when I get back."


My recent note about the chap who hit the target so many times with his practice bombs that he was charged with " damage to Air Force property," has come true in the shape of the pupil who recently got an average error of one yard in four bombs doing Low Level! No charge preferred, of course.


"It can not be revealed that there were more than 2,000 vessels involved in the landing operations." (" The Bulawayo Chronicle," re Sicily).
Maybe there were less. Oh—this secret war!


It has just been revealed that there's a pupil who thinks you cut the throttle and glide when you get in the " Green " on the Glide Path Indicator.
Depends on the A.C.P.


CPL. TWISTLEBOTHAM met a friend of his the other day who is a "free-lance" journalist.

"What are you doing with yourself nowadays?" asked the Corporal.
"I'm working on my autobiography," said the journalist.

"What's it about?" asked Twistlebotham.


THE Flight Sergeant takes a great interest in me. The other day he said: "Here YOU . . . . I can't remember your name .... how long have you been an A/C2?"

"Three years," I said brightly.

"Three .... three years!" He ran his hand over his eyes. "My sainted uncle!"

Then he looked at me and said: "There's a Trade Test Board next week. You're on it. And if you don't pass

If you knew our Flight Sergeant you'd know why I trembled.


They gave me a piece of metal and a sketch of a square with a hole in the middle cf it. The fellow at the next bench explained the genera! idea.

"You file your piece of metal till it's the same as the drawing," he said.

I saw light. "With a hole in the middle, too?" I asked.

"With a hole in the middle," he replied im-patiently.

To cut a long story short I filed and filed at the beastly thing. It got high in the middle and, when I got that down, it had risen at the sides, but eventually it came to bear a slight resemblance to the paper sketch.

Then another difficulty arose and I again consulted my friend on the next bench.

"How do I get the hole in the middle?" I asked.

"Well," says he, "go down to Workshops and ask for the drill that bores square holes."

"Oh!" I said, and sped for Workshops.
You know there should be a law against such fellows.

I had not recovered my temper when they took me before the officer who was to give me my

"Now," said he, "how would you clear a choked jet?"

"Blow the jet!" I wasn't in the mood for questions.

"That's right," he said. "You'd attempt to remove the obstruction by blowing. And now name me a unit of electrical power?"

"A what?" I echoed.

"A watt. That's right. You're doing well.

Now what must you remember before running up a machine?"

"Shucks!" I said.
"Yes—you must have chocks in front of the wheels." Then he said: "Well, you seem to know everything .... send in the next fellow."

I never thought that I should be

An L/A/C with one G.C.!!



MARY had a little bear,
To which she was so kind,
And everywhere that Mary went.
You'd see her bear behind.

"How Do I Look?'

Owing to the unfortunate death of Air Commodore J. W. B. Grigson, D.S.O., D.F.C., Acting Air Officer Commanding the Rhodesian Air Training Group, Group-Captain R. J. Clare-Hunt reassumes command of RA.F. Thornhill.

To the Editor.
Sir,—We were rather amused by the letter criticising your editorial "Words of Wisdom." The writer could hardly have understood the meaning of your article. Perhaps the words were too long for him.

In any case the last paragraph of his letter was even more absurd than any misunderstanding there might have been caused by the editorial. He says there is an "absence of wild and foolish speaking'—on R.A.F stations." Let him come up to our flights some time just after a soccer or rugby match. Come, too, after a cinema show or after a recent kit inspection. He would hear things then that would make him wonder whether he was living in a R.A.F. camp or at a madhouse.

Or let him start an argument in his hut or billet. A good tip is to start criticising a man's home town or his nationality. Instead of considering the matter rationally or agreeing with some of the arguments, he will more than likely hear that man shouting at the top of his voice, trying to drown his neighbour, and coming out with the most absurd statements possible.

Think again, Mr. Flight Mechanic!—Yours, etc.,
"TWO ERK3," Cranborne.

To the Editor.
Sir,—May I take the liberty of writing a few lines to P.H.C. of Kumalo, whose letter you published last week. It appears that he is not very conversant with good poetry otherwise he would know that my verse was in iambic pentameter.

Nevertheless, I appreciate his congratulations and thank him. I can assure him, however, that I am not still suffering from the kick on the head, and he must remember that " Stonewalls take a lot of knocking down."

By the way, P.H.C., I hear that you are now married. If this is so, will you confirm so that I can dedicate a poem to you and your wife. Ah—married bliss.—Yours, etc.,

To the Editor.
Sir,—Referring to a recent editorial of yours on the R.A.T.G. Art Exhibition that is being held shortly, I should like to inform your readers that the exhibition will be divided into nine sections.

These cover landscapes, portraits, still life, etchings and woodcuts, black and white sketches, caricatures and cartoons, posters and designs, crafts and modelling and Snally photographs.

It has also been announced that the wives of R.A.F. men may participate.—Yours, etc.,


NEW members are required for the Thornhill Station Military Band. Men with previous musical experience are preferred but anybody who would like to learn to play an instrument and would care to join the band are welcome. Come along and see A/C Pavey, Hut B, Thornhill.

How else would you say it?
By "Sky-Pilot."

A GROVE of fir trees steepling a hill," was a literary descriptive classic I came across in one of Dornford Yates's books recently. What finer phrase could be used to conjure up in the reader's mind a picture more graphic than that contained within those seven words?

Most of us have seen what can be done by a few strokes of the artist's brush or the caricaturist's charcoal. The picture seems to leap out from the paper and hit us in the face. A similar sudden creation lies within the power of the author's psn, ready to darzie the mind with a lightning delineation of scene or circumstance, which is nothing less than genius.

All too rarely do we discover such gems, and to very few indeed is that glittering creative spark given. Doubtlessly, many of us pass over the brief words lying hidden within the prosiness of a long paragraph, or else we lose them in the sudden starting of an adventurous avalanche. But when they are caught and held, there arises an undeniable demand to read and re-read the terse phrase, until it becomes so securely seated in the mind as to defy memory's erosion.

What, for example, could exceed Clemence Dane's pen-flick description of the "cold shoulder" "We met and she thought I was a piece of glass"; or Mary Rinehart's caustic: "He's a very small patch on the seat of government"?

By way of contrast, we have Rebecca West's delicious: "A little nosegay of an old lady," giving a very different picture from Dale Collins's: "A scorpion of a woman, stinging her way through life."

In a more matrimonial sphere, comes Helen Hull's vivid miniature of the matutinal rite: "His breakfast was an affair of a hand groping out from behind a paper," and G.W.D.'s ambiguous: " Wherever he sat was the head of the table."

How great is the antithesis between the women created by Thackeray's: "She entered as quietly as a sunbeam," and Ellen Glasgow's: "She was regarded less as a women than as a memorable occasion." For sheer suggestion of physical outline, the following takes some beating: " His Adam's apple slipped a cog." "Already a second edition of his chin had been published." "She was built in terraces." "A fat hand corseted with rings."

While for masterstrokes of movement we have Stephenson's majestic: " Clouds: the travelling mountains of the sky"; equalled only by Anne Parrish's sleek "The cat poured itself through the fence." A humorous comparison is O. Henry's ballroom pen-picture: " Across the floor they sailed, a coquettish yacht convoyed by a stately cruiser."

Perhaps with a more popular appeal is Graeme's super summing up of a girl with oodles of S.A. as:
" An appendix girl, the kind that gets taken out." These are a few samples of the gems adorning the crowns and coronets of the better known literary luminaries. There are many others as yet not disinterred from the unturned earth of lesser known works. We collect all sorts of things, from bugs to beer cans and birds' eggs; why not join the ranks of those who find a greater thrill in unearthing a literary gem than the Egyptologist who unearthed Tutankhamen?

A collection of well-turned phrases and priceless pieces of picturesque speech is a thing of joy and living beauty for ever.


R.A.F. Cranborne sent down fifteen competitors for the Rhodesian Eisteddfod held this week, and as a result took away several awards.

The Cranborne singers, conducted by Sgt. Gathergood, gained a first class in the Choir section, and two awards for their Male Voice Quartette. Their Glee Singers, consisting of F/O Perry, Cpl. Griffiths, L/A/C Bignell and L/A/C Work, also, won a first class.

Of the Individual events, both Cpl. Griffiths and L/A/C Lewis won a first class in the Bass section, while Griffiths came first and Lewis second in the Open Bass section.

In the Art section, Sgt. Oliver of Heany, exhibited three watercolours, which were commended.

Other competitors were F/Sgt. Smith, L/A/C Hatfield, and A/C Hancox of Bulawayo, and on the whole airmen put up a good show at this Rhodesian festival.


WHILE not possessing the scenic beauty of many English counties, Esses has many attractions to offer the tourist. The county is bounded on the west by London itself, while the Thames forms the south and south-western boundary- On the north and north-east it is separated from its neighbour Suffolk by the Stour and the glorious Constable country, while its eastern edge is the North Sea.

There could be no more fitting start to a description of the Constable country. The Stour running to a joint estuary with Suffolk's Orwell, is the boundary mark and the famous ariist's favourite haunts—the sleepy little villages of Dedham, Flatford and Stratford St. Mary—have all been subjects for his pictures.

A favourite occupation in pcace-time was beer, bread and cheese with pickles at "The Sun" in Dedham, followed by a lazy trip up the river to Flatford Mill.

A short cross-country run takes us to the coast, our first call being Harwich, the English termini of the train ferry to Holland. Further on we come to a small group of popular seaside resorts. First there is Walton-on-Naze with its excellent golf course; Frinton, the seaside home of London society, and lastly the more popular resort of Clacton-on-Sea. A fast ninety-minute train service with the metropolis made this a popular holiday centre for thousands of Londoners. They were well catered for by that versatile showman,
Billy Butlin. at his huge holiday camp.

Another half hour's journey brings us to Brightlingsea, a yachting centre and home of the famous Colne Fisheries. Colne oysters are famous, and thousands of distinguished guests have attended the annual Oyster Feast held at the Ancient Borough of Colchester, some fifteen miles away. Colchester is proud of being one of the oldest towns in the British Isles. Capital of Queen Boedicea's kingdom, it was known as Camalodunum by the Romans, and many interesting ruins are available for inspection. The Roman castle, rebuilt by the Normans, the old Roman wall around the town, a Druids temple, and the ruins known as King Cole's kitchen, reputed to be the home of that legendary monarch, are all sights worth seeing in that district.

Making our way towards London and before reaching the county city of Chelmsford, we pass through picturesque Kelvedon, Tiptree (the strawberry-growing district), Witham and many other pretty villages.

Chelmsford, the central pivot of the county, is an important industrial and agricultural centre. A few miles away is Braintree, home of Courtauld and Rayon.

Returning to the coast we come to perhaps the most popular resort in Britain, and what Cockney has not had his "two frippeny bits and two pennorth, wiv' or wivout,' at 'Sarf' end," or Southend to the uninitiated. The illuminations during Carnival Week used to bring millions to this sea- side city and, with its 1¼ mile pier and the famous Kursaal playground, there was no lack of entertainment.

Tilbury Docks provide an important termini for liners from all parts of the world, and a fast train service to Fenchurch Street quickly deposits the returned wanderer to the capital.

In the world of sport Essex has played a great part. The Essex County Cricket Club, although never perhaps in the same class with the counties of the Rose, has nevertheless produced many famous players who have represented their county. Nichols, O'Connor and Kenneth Farnes are known to all cricket lovers.

Professional football was not too well represented before the war, but Colchester and Chelmsford both had professional teams trying hard to secure entry into the Third Division, which their near Suffolk neighbour, Ipswich, secured a couple of seasons before the war.

Yes—the traveller can find much to interest him In Essex, so after the war, why not try it? Nothing is better than a real English "pub" snack, washed down with a "Little Dan" from Essex's own breweries.

The Mystery of the Bloodstained Kipper
New Spine-Chilling, Hair-Raising Melod

By "J. McG."

In last week's bloodcurdling installment we told you how L/A/C Gills, lovingly called " Binder" by his friends,surveyed life with dismay after the joys of being " on the dole " in civilian life. He thinks of committing suicide or giving himself up to the S.S.Q., but a ray of sunshine suddenly enters his life in the form of a badly-dented tickey. He tries to think of a scheme for making money from his new found wealth. But Binder had forgotten one important detail. He had borrowed that tickey from one, Haggis MacSorun, with a promise to pay it back with interest at 12.00 hours— and the time was now 12.01 hours. Now grip your seats and read on—


A STEALTHY step, silent and eerie, approached slowly towards Binder's abode. Our hero still sat on his bed dreaming dreams of building a fortune with the aid of the badly-dented tickey. Suddenly the door was thrown open wide. With a blood-curdling and marrow-chilling cry of "Dun- dee for ever," Haggis MacSorun, twice shove-halfpenny champion of Scotland, pranced into the room armed with two knobkerries, six assegais, a claymore and a dirk, not to mention such smaller armament as a brace of catapults, a pair of peashooters and a water pistol loaded with vitriol. With one mightly leap he hurled himself at Binder, but our hero was not to be outwitted. His mind was as clear as mud, his brain raced like a tortoise, while his trousers began to come down, since the mighty workings of his muscles had broken his braces. As he ducked from the blow Haggis aimed at his head, he made a bee-line for the door with McSorun in close pursuit. Dropping the tickey as he ran, Binder headed for the ablutions. However, the battle was over, for Haggis pounced on the tickey and threw away his weapons.

Two weary hours passed away as Binder wrestled with the steak in the Airmen's Dining Hall. With jaws aching and fingers sore, he returned to the sanctity of the billet to prepare himself for an evening in town.

Night had fallen, as had Binder's arches, as he made his way towards the glittering lights of Salisbury. Carefully avoiding the brightly-lit streets, he made a detour in the direction of the unsavoury part of the City, and eventually arrived at Lionbeer Street. Taking a fleeting look around he was delighted to find no one in sight except a crowd of airmen and one or two pupil pilots. Hugging the shadows in the chilliness of the night, he made his way deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of Lionbeer Street. Strange words dropped from his lips as he banged his shins against a dustbin.

The further he went the more he regretted having handed his gas-mask back to Stores.

"Blimey!" he thought, " I've often heard of the Breath of the Orient, but this is the first time I've smelt It"

Stopping under a lamp-post, he pulled out a month-old copy of the " Bundu Times." Carefully removing a piece of fish and a couple of chips, he turned to the " Situations Vacant" column and read, for the hundredth time, an advert which he hoped would be the means of his financial salvation. It read:


Suddenly the light of the lamp was blotted out by a shower of garbage which landed on Binder's head. The stench was terrific, and was even stronger than that which emanated from the Kafir Brand No. X Plug which was Binder's favourite tobacco. Wriggling like Salome, our hero struggled for some minutes to rid himself of the potato peelings, tea leaves, egg shells and mealle stalks, etc., but found to his horror that something cold and clammy had gone down his neck. He cursed the Clothing Stores for only having size 18½ collars in stock. Wriggling still more, he felt the "thing " slide down the leg of his trousers, slithering to the ground with a dull thud. Dare he look at it? He must....

Augmenting the light of the street lamp with the beam from his torch (stamped A.M.), Binder saw lying at his feet—A BLOODSTAINED KIPPER. Picking it up he sniffed hard, his nostrils quivering with emotion.

"Blimey! Just like Southend," he murmured to himself.

But the blood—how did it get there? Binder had heard of blood oranges, even blood puddings, and occasionally Warrant Officers were referred to with that adjective, but kippers never.

Could it be possible that Haggis MacSorun had battered someone to death with it?
(What is the mystery surrounding this sanguinary vertebrate? Read next week's gripping instalment and get the dope.


ANOTHER of our compatriots has left the nest, preparatory to mounting: up with wings like an eagle. This fledgling is none other than our old friend Sgt. Donaghy. It might not be inapposite to say of our colleague and ourselves that we have grown in beauty side by side during: these last few years, although it is a debatable point whether a certain rotundity or a tendency towards Falstaffian proportions tends to enhance pristine beauty.

No one could have packed more adventures into a brief span of years than Zambesi Paddy, to refer to a sobriquet which was once given him. Often have we sat at his feet and listened to his life story. The adventures of Peer Gynt, Marco Polo and Ulysses were Sunday School excursions compared to the exploits and peregrinations of our N.C.O. He seemed to be a citizen of the world and take continents in his stride; tiger shooting in India, big game shooting in Africa were merely Incidentals In his triumphant onward march. We sometimes suspected that he must be nonagenarian instead of a comparatively young man in virtue of the tremendous number of adventures he had had in his checkered career.

We are informed on the unimpeachable authority of his room-mate that on one occasion he came in slightly the worse for excessive consumption of a good vintage complete with a bottle of brandy. Very craftily he decided to place the brandy in the wardrobe and thereupon fell inside. It fell to the lot of his companion to fish him out when he discovered he was still frantically clutching the bottle. What we have we hold."

Sgt. Donaghy comes from Belfast, North Ireland, and was educated at the Belfast Mercantile College. He started life as a clerk in the employ of the L.M.S. Railway Co. The errant impulses lurking in his blood (a tribute to his Irish pedigree), however, caused him to rebel against this prosaic work and he joined the R.A.F. pre-war. He left England in July, 1910, and eventually arrived at Guinea Fowl. Subsequently he came to Headquarters, where we came in contact with him and on diverse occasions have assisted him to tread the primrose path of dalliance. Well, bon voyage to our friend!

Incidentally, what W/O was heard to remark as he watched the train pull out with Paddy,
"Thank God and something about a football team."


WHAT is the price of eggs a dozen when two more eggs in a shilling's worth lowers the price a penny a dozen?

Can you discover the values of the letters in an addition sum which reads

A man walks from A to B at four miles per hour and returns at three and a half miles per hour. If the whole time taken is three hours forty- five minutes, what is the distance from A to B?

But read my first, and here for a second come And see the broken parts as quickly whole,
by gum!
1. Take us in, good master landlord, and produce this glimmer quick.
2. Here's a stayer when you give it Orst its head and then—a stick.
3. Almost a mathematic genius summoned by the lunatic.
4. My good friend, well may you say it, for 'twill rarely take the trick.

A sum of money is shared among; a number, of men, women and children in such a way that one man and one child get 6s. together, twelve men and three women get 69s., together and three women and four children get 13s. together. What is the share of each?

1. Seven.
2. Honorary-
3. Smith's weight is 8st. 91b. The weights required are 1. 3. 9, 27 and 81lb.
4. (a), Heading: (b), Sulphur; (c). Emerson; (d). Yew
5. 6½ miles.

Across: 1. Sloven: 4. Swop: 8. Literary man: 9. A face; 10. Isle: 13, R.-H-; 14. Jemmy; 17. Pantellaria; 18, Site; 19. Frayed.

Down: l, Sale; 2. Out of the net; 3. Enrich; 5. We must marry; 6. Ponies; 7, Ora; 11, Gropes: 12. Teller;
15. Wen: 16. Siad.

(We must apologise for an error in 13 Across of the above crossword, the solution being misread as "roam.")

1. Sorry that the Sappers are eventually hemmed in (6).
4. Embrace the criminal alter tea (4).
8. A soapy beginning to this decimated German district (11).
9. Of New York and of the ball (5).
10. Not regular, but first class and truly French (4).
13. Pretty steady, this (4).
14. Quiet! A monkey—or is it an apparition? (5).
17. He who pays the piper is entitled to do this (three words. 4. 3 4).
18. Girdle (4).
19. By the blunt end, a forbidding aspect (6).

1. Stratagem.
2. Luxury gaols? (two words. 6, 5).
3. "Out of this .... danger, we pluck this flower,safety." (N. Chamberlain or maybe Shakespeare.) (6).
5. Do physicians repair such a breach? (two words, 4, 7)
6. Colonel Blimp ejaculates (two words 3. 3).
7. A touchy bit of stuff (3).
11. Witticisms now. fissures once (6).
12. Turns sharply (6).
15. A big shot when troops travel (3).
16. Ecclesiastic (4).

(Solution next week).

Thought for the Week

He that wrestles with us strengthens
our nerves, and sharpens our will.
Our antagonist is our helper.— Burke.

EACH fear we fight and overcome becomes a reassurance for the next contest. Each temptation beaten down gives added confidence in our ability to conquer the next one.

Each adverse circumstance becomes a sparring partner, enabling us to build up our strength and skill to fight the battle of life successfully. 



GOURAY, on the left wing, scored first for Norton in this match played on Saturday. From then on Belvedere had all the play. They fought hard but could not equalise.

In the second half Belvedere were in the Norton penalty area for most of the play, but good saving from Baker prevented an equalising goal. Norton's next score came through Hodgson, but scon afterwards Smith sent a straight shot into the Norton goal which Baker just missed.

The last goal came from Greenfield for Norton to end a game which might have been very different if the Norton team had been at all off form. As it was, although Belvedere played well, they could do nothing against the superior team.

Final score: Norton "A" 3, Belvedere "B" 1.


Mt. Hampden had an easy game to win in this match when they beat the Norton players by 5 goals to 1. By half-time they had three goals to Norton's nil.

The play was more even in the second half and Norton scored, but a further two goals from Mt. Hampden decided the issue.

(We regret that other week-end Salisbury soccer reports did not come through in time for publication.)


IN a match which lacked thrills on Sunday Heany 1 beat I.T.W. I by 14 points to 9. The Hillside team had some grave weaknesses and twice lost tries owing to bad handling.

I.T.W. opened the score after a poor movement in which Heany's full-back fumbled when fielding a ball. Shortly afterwards Starkey carried the leather over for Heany after a polished movement that went the length of the line.

Then Thompson, the I.T.W. fly-half, broke away and kicked over the Heany full-back's head to bring the next score. From then on Heany seemed to have the game when Haston and Starkey, the two wings, were sent over the line in quick succession. I.T.W. got a final three points from a free kick to finish the match with a 14—9 win for Heany.

In a fairly even game Old Techs played a good game on Sunday against Heany and just managed to win by a margin of one point.

Heany started by doing most of the attacking, but were unable to score. Then Old Techs went into the lead when Mahoney put a penalty kick between the posts. Next an inside pass near the Old Techs line which was caught by Colwill, the fly-half, put Heany in the lead. Burris converted.

Just before the final whistle the Old Techs needed a try to get the lead and they got this at last after a scramble on the line. The convert was intercepted by a Heany rush.

Final score: Old Techs A 9, Heany A 8.


Other week-end results:
Kumalo A 6, Town A 3.
Milton 10, I.T.W. A 10.
Army 1 18, Induna I 10.
Heany B 13, I.T.W. B 6.


AT Raylton over the week-end I.T.W. A and Rovers fought a very close game, but once again I.T.W.'s defence won the day. Up to half- time the score was 1—1. Getty scored for I.T.W.

After the interval Getty scored again from a fine corner pass which gave the goalie no chance. Jinks scored another for the Hillside team which put the result beyond doubt.

It was a fine match providing plenty of thrills for the spectators, and Rovers tried hard against a superior team. Score: I.T.W. 3, Rovers 1.


In another match Queens won against Kumalo.

This game was uneventful although Queens certainly had the superior players. Queens scoredtwo of their goals in the first half.

Kumalo played better in the second half, but there was no unity between the forwards and passing was scrappy. Queens scored again in this half to give them a 3—0 victory.


I.T.W. had little difficulty in winning this match by 5 goals to 2, since Callies were short of several of their usual players. The game was scrappy and uninteresting.

* * **
At Central on Saturday last the C.M.U. gained another two points by their victory of 2 goals to 1 over Induna B.

Shortly after the commencement King crossed beautifully from the wing to Harriman, who had little difficulty in beating the Induna keeper. The C.M.U. worked very hard to make the first half more decisive and succeeded just before half-time with a self-made, goal by Harriman.

The second period proved interesting. The C.M.U. lost many a good chance by poor finishing, while the Induna side battled very strongly, but mostly on the defensive. Fifteen minutes from the final Atkinson for Induna raced for a loose ball and secured a goal. The pace improved at this period the Induna side making a mighty effort for evens, but were not rewarded.

The neat footwork of Colbeck and Williams created good openings for the C.M.U. throughout the game.
Author: C.J.

BY beating Moffat on Sunday, Thornhill goes to the top of the league. The play was fast and furious, and for the first half Moffat had most of the play. Several shots were made at goal, but wizard saving by Humphrey stopped what looked like certain goals.

The only goal of the match came fifteen minutes after the kick-off when, from a free kick just inside the Moffat half, Hines received a pass from Jeffrey and put across a nice centre which Higgins had no trouble in netting.

At the resumption of play the soccer was poor, and there was little to excite the large crowd of spectators. Leitch had bad luck when he brought Bushel, the Moffat goalie, to a full-length save, which Finn managed to clear.

It was not until about fifteen minutes from the end that Moffat seemed to put on a final spurt and made several attempts to score. A nice shot from Nicholson looked a winner, but Humphrey rose to the occasion. Pearson, Watt and Gibbons played well for Moffat, but Humphreys was easily the best man on the field.

Had the Moffat forwards played together well, the score would have been very different to the 1—0 win for Thornhill.

Thornhill: Humphrey: Kerswell, Kelham; Jeffrey, Cooke. Morwood: Hines, Kulinel (cap).), Higgins, Leitch, Turner.

Moffat: Bushel: Botlomley, Finn; Hap Hal, Pearson, Watt: Gibbons. Mulr, Robb, Whilmarsh, Nicholson.

Guinea Fowl opened the scoring five minutes after the opening, following a good centre by the outside right. Then, McFarlane intercepted a pass from Lever and netted the ball before Metcalfe, in goal, could attempt to save.

Guinea Fowl retaliated soon afterwards with a sharp shot at goal which left Huntingford helpless. Further goals were scored for Guinea Fowl and Thornhill. Ramsden, at outside right, surprised the Fowls' goalie and the spectators by dropping a long shot between Metcalf's legs, bringing the half-time score up to Guinea Fowl 3, Thornhill 2
Cochran, Shillitoe and Templeton having scored for the Fowls.

Thornhill's play improved immensely in the second half, and soon after the restart, Webb equalised. Thornhill were now definitely on top, although the Fowls' forwards tried hard. By the whistle three more goals had been scored for Thorn- hill, two by Webb and another by McFarlane, bringing the score to 7—3.

The game was spoilt by foul throw-ins by both sides, and there were several free kicks caused by handling. As soccer it was a poor game.



THORNHILL 1st XV 15 pts., KUMALO 1st XV 14 pts.
THORNHILL surprised even their own supporters on the Gwelo ground on Sunday by snatching a win over Kumalo by 15 points to 14 points, after being down 0—14 at one stage of the game. The first half went to Kumalo, who scored two tries, both by Tovey, an outstanding loose forward, which were converted, and a dropped goal. Thornhill then woke up, and four tries followed, none of which were converted, in addition to a penalty goal. The scorers were Foster, Rode (2) and A. N. Other. Solomon kicked the penalty goal.


Moffat 2nd XV defeated Thornhill 2nd XV at Moffat on Saturday by two tries and a dropped goal to nil. Territorially, Thornhill had as much of the game as their opponents, but the Moffat backs were given more scoring opportunities by their forwards, who heeled from nearly every scrum.

Bold played well for Moffat, and Davies, at full-back for Thornhill, again played a sound game.

A new kind of safari seen on the way to Bulawayo.
Perhaps it is one of those "things a boy can make."
(This is the last of the present series. Next week we commence a new feature called "Annals of Aviation" which will trace the progress of fly ing since the days of the Wright brothers).

F/Lt. Baron Marries A/C/W Lambert
A GREAT event for Thornhill took place on Saturday, July 3rd, when Miss Barbara Lambert, one of the station's popular Waasies, and F/Lt. Baron were married at the Shabani Church Hall. Miss Lambert is the second daughter of Mr. and Mrs. K. X. Lambert of Shabani, and was, until a short while ago, working on the station, while the groom comes from Stamford Hill, London, and is stationed at Thornhill.

The bride looked lovely in an ivory chiffon- velvet model gown, with a beautifully cut bodice and full skirt. She wore a Brussels lace veil, with a small heart-shaped headdress of orange blossom. She carried a bouquet of peach blossom, which in its very simplicity was most attractive, and against the rich ivory folds of her gown made a delightful picture. She was attended by her sister, Mrs. U. Stevenson, as matron of honour, and four charming little flower girls.

After the ceremony the reception was held at the Hotel Nilton. Here small tables were arranged In the hall, and flowers were in abundance everywhere. The bridal table was lovely with its three-tier cake, silver equipment and beautiful flowers. The young newly-married couple stood to receive their guests under a lovely ball made entirely out of flowers.

After the reception the bride and groom left by car for Gwelo en route for their honeymoon, which is being spent at Margate in Natal.

We are sure all our readers will wish the young couple the very best of happiness for the future.


According to the new R.A.F. Signals Manual just published, there are three methods of communication on the camps in Rhodesia—Telephone, Telegraph, and Tell a Waasie.

We should like to know who the four SUPERIOR Waasies are who refused two lifts into town on Sunday—one from the owner of a two-seater, and the other from the driver of a R.A.F. vanette.


Cranborne Cuttings
There was a general flutter in the Rest-room when it was announced last week that we are getting our BLUE uniforms quite soon now. We have been looking forward to the issue of these uniforms, and We all HOPE to look much smarter in them.

There is much activity in the knitting line. The W.N.S.L. have been kind enough to issue us with wool at a very moderate price, so all the Waasies who can knit are very busy. The only condition is that we have to show the finished article. Those who cannot knit or have a home and family to look after, are having their jersies. etc., knitted for them by the W.N.S.L. This is very kind, and much appreciated by the W.A.A.S. personnel.

We hear whispers of preparations for celebrating the second anniversary of the Cranborne W.A.A.S. It is next month, and we hope to have some details later.

ITALICS (The following/ poem ia written in reply to our article " Types I Meet in the Rest Room," published a fortnight ago.) END ITALICS

I hear that I'm a Glamour Girl—well girls, now ain't that fun?
I'm sure you all must long to be a Glamour No. 1.
What can it be, is it my eyes, or is it sex appeal.
Or is it my complexion—I assure you that It's real ?
I've not paid much attention to what the boys may say,

As long as I am neat and trim, and do my job O.K.
But I must say that our Rest Room is often like a zoo,
And you should hear the animals from twelve-thirty till two.
And Waasie 1 to Waasie 2 says, "Dearest have you heard,
What Waasie 3 has said of me—it really is absurd?"
Although I am a G.G. One, at least I'm not a cat,
No—no, in spite of all my faults, you cannot say Tm that,
But if your correspondent would like to know HER type,
She's one who spends HER working hours in mostly writing tripe.
M.E.O.W., Cranborne.

THE following classes will be held at camps in the Gwelo area during the week beginning the
19th July, 1943:

Monday at 19.00 hours T.T.B. Class.
19.30 hours French.
Wednesday at 18.30 hours Maths.
19.30 hours German.
20.30 hours Economics.
Thursday at 19.00 hours T.T.B. Class.

Monday at 18.00 hours Economics.
Thursday at 19.00 hours Current Affairs.
(N.B.: Change of time).

Tuesday at 18.00 hours Maths.
19.00 hours English.
20.00 hours Economics.

Printed by The Rhodesian Printing and Publishing Co, Ltd 9th Avenue. Bulawayo. and published by the Editorial Committee, Slipstream. R.A.F., Thornhill. Gwelo. S. Rhodesia.


Source: Copies of source document made available by Sarah Theobald. Thanks Sarah.
Extracted and recompiled by Eddy Norris for use on "Our Rhodesian Heritage" blog.
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