No. 2 Nazi (See Cover)
Among other things that went whistling down on the German seaplane bases at Sylt one night last week (see p. 30) was a pair of shoes, dropped by a young British gunner with a note to explain: For Adolf, your Führer. . . . He will wear them out getting away from us.
This burst of broad British humor contained a strong tincture of bravado. For though some day he may need shoes to make tracks, Herr Hitler now has wings to make trouble. The German Air Force has driven home...
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