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Rich Field Flyer

Editorial Page

Rich Field
Flyer

A Weekly Newspaper for Rich Field

Final Subscription Edition

Editorial Advisor...……………… Major John G. Whitesides
Managing Editor...……………… Lieut. John K. Gowen, JR.
Business Manager...……………… CAPT. Fred T. Ealand
     Assistant………………… CHAUF. Harry T. Wright
Advertising Manager...……………… LIEUT. Ralph W. Barnes
     Assistants-
          Cadets W. A.  Bowers, A. W. Wilde, SGT. W. E. Biegel
Circulation Manager...……………… Corporal Anslem M. Tibbs
      Assistant...……………… Chauffeur Wallace L. Gilmore
News Editor...……………… Lieut. George P. Foster, JR.
    Assistants-
         Sergeants H. H. Sheffield, S. A. Soshea, H. J. McAuley, L. E. Davison, J. H. Carter, PVT. George W. Hancock
Exchange Editor...……………… LIEUT. Frank L. Samuels
Technical Features...……………… LIEUT. Wallace G. Imhoff
Art Department...……………… LIEUT. Errold G. Bahl
      Assistants………………… CORP. Harry Northup, SGT. G. W. Hoffman

A PURPOSE FULFILLED
THE RICH FIELD FLYER started out on October Thirty First, Nineteen Eighteen, to be a paper with a purpose and so announced in its leading editorial on that date, which was widely quoted.  Other aviation publications greeted with the infant FLYER warmly, but were mildly amused when informed that inculcation of a more or less intangible something termed "field spirit" represented the goal to be attained.
 In the short space of eight issues, however, the FLYER has won an established and enviable place among the leading field publications of the country and has been eagerly awaited and as freely accepted outside of Rich Field as within our own confines.  From the very first issue, Rich Field welcomed the FLYER as its very own, and displayed its interest by the most hearty support.  There have been no more than one thousand officers and men on Rich Field during the FLYER'S history, but at no time has the circulation been less than fifteen hundred copies weekly, and occasionally twenty-five hundred copies.
 The RICH FIELD FLYER has given Rich Field the chance to express its field spirit properly.  Rich Field has taken advantage of that opportunity. 
 The FLYER'S work is done-and it flatters itself that it has been well done.
RICH FIELD'S FUTURE
WHATEVER the future of the Air Service (and that now seems to rest to the gentle mercies of a credulous Congress that must be shown) the future of Rich Field seems assured.  Rich Field, from all present indications, will be a permanent Air Service post, kept in operating condition by eleven officers and two hundred enlisted men.
 It seems not improbable that officers of the Air Service Reserve-when that Reserve takes definite form-will be returned to fields like Rich Field for the two weeks yearly training they have been promised.  And it is not too fanciful to imagine that men who have won their wings at Rich Field will be given the chance to return to Rich Field to again "give her the gun" on familiar soil.  
 Rich Field men, even though they may be out of uniform at present or soon to don the mufti, will do well to keep in touch with the future of Rich Field, because it very likely will have a bearing on their own future.

THE FINAL EDITION
SO far as anything is final, this is the final edition of the RICH FIELD FLYER, and is presented to RICH FIELD as such.  It has been prepared with the sole idea of furnishing a fitting memorial of his work on Rich Field for every man who served here.  Much more material, doubtless, could have been put in its pages, and some, it may be true, could have been left out.
 But all in all, the FLYER staff is proud of its final edition.  It is satisfied that no flying field in the United States will do better, regardless of cost.  The best that could be produced under existing conditions has been the FLYER'S aim from the very first.
 Better than his best no man can do-and the FLYER staff has no apologies to make for its final edition.

The hardest thing in the world to say is "Good-bye."  Therefore, we refrain from saying it-and yell "WAAAKO," the battle-cry of Texas, instead.