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WACO   19
The Royal Flying Corps cadets were being turned out with fewer hours instruction than our boys. Fatalities were high. The ambulances were called hungry Lizzies. They followed the course of every flight, ready to pick up a body from a crash. The weather and food poisoning, then Vernon Castle who spun himself to his death deliberately brought the change. My brother 21 and George 22 looked about thirty yrs. old, strained look in their eyes.. and young faces.

In Texas, came the "northers." The sudden wind storms would blow the ships up on end, blow down the hastily built hangars, fill the air with sand that cut and blinded. Flying time would be over for time being. Signs were posted warning soldiers about certain women, camp followers, and the Yankee thought the orange make-up on cheeks of the home town women was cheap. (Hard to believe make-up didn't exist for "nice" women then. Lipstick came in 1921)

During these "northers" the C.F.O's worked on their second hand cars. Ground valves and made a mess generally. C.F.I. "Pop" Keller dried out his batteries in our oven.

The Amicable Building in Waco, was the tallest around so each pilot has compelled to circle this bldg. in a steep bank, wing tip as close as possible. George said he had a flat roof spotted if his motor conked out. 

Camp Mac Arthur the big Infantry camp shared the Hostess House at Rich Field. No women on streets after dark, unless escorted. The prostitutes were corralled in a wired covered enclosure two blocks long. Having no idea of what a prostitute looked like, George drove me past the place. After one block, I turned my eyes away and George disgusted at the staged exhibitions staged for all the curious traffic stepped on the [[gas?]]. Such depravity.