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They realâ€" coursc, that those films of Ilric Muyell's shown in the United States. would cost them plenty, not only in boycotts but in national sym- pathy as well. As a result the fellows statiOncd behind the Chinese lii‘cs got all theE pix. while the rest of us were forced to take routine shots of an troops on their way to the front, or starv- ing refugees in the Settlement run- ning behind the rice trucks on Nan- king Road. But when it came to real shots. we were told poli.tcly...very politely. . .to stay away. Which af- ter the battle of Shanghai was an awful letâ€"down. Three months be- fore we had the Jaip fleet in the \V 21 l‘ ‘Whangpoo, blasting away at Chapei, shells whistling over the Bund S00â€" chow Creek choked with bodies. And now nothing to do but Watch the Shanghai Volunteer Corps drill, or swap yarns with the 4th US. Mar- ines. A fine life for 'an ambitious cameraman! Well, time dawdlcd on until afternoon in January when I was standing at the longest bar in the world sipping a scotch and soda ard. talking to a young Annamite officer. from the Concession Fraincais. Just. as he was getting really wound up on the political situation, a houseâ€" 'boy came in paging me. “Person to see y0u,” he murmur- ed. I fxllowed him out of the bar, curious. Chink, orly whites were ‘gcntlemén,’ highâ€"ranking Chinese being “Chinese gentleiren." This fellow who waiting for me on the steps outside. looked like a low-grade coolie. His clothes were a patchwork of rags, but in contrast to most Shanghai coolies, he looked fairly well fed. “What d'you want?" I demanded. The man bowed, handed me a note, dirty but neatly typed. “Dear Rusty,” it'said. “I'm up near Haiwei covering what I call in my despatches ‘the Haiwei front.’ Actually it’s a Chinese outpost and a Japanese outpost on opposite sides of a paddy-field. They take pot- shots at each other when they're a- wake. Two missionaries up here are helping the refugees, while I sit a- round and wait for the scheduled Jap- anese push. There ought to be a good story in it, if and when. Mean- while we need a fourth at bridge so I’m inviting you up for the week- end. Bring your camera and if the attack comes off, maybe you’ll get some pictures. ra.” Dolly O’Hara, more generally known as the China doll and con- sidered by some the most beautiful girl in Shanghai! More, she was an ace reporter of the Shanghai Herald as a crazy, reckless and impudent a wench as ever hit the China coast. I’d first seen her sitting on a Settleâ€" ment parapet during the fighting a- rourd North Station red hair flying and a wide Irish grin on her face. Straybullets zipping all aâ€" round and‘ there she sat. I learned afterwards she‘d bet Brady of the Times that she could stay there ten minutes without being hit. Which was typical of the China Doll. So for the next three months I’d fol- lowed her around Shanghai with a matrimonial gleam in my eye. Just as I figured she was due to weaken, Dolly disappeared. And all the city editor of the Herald would say was: “That dizzy dame’s on her own some- where north of Shanghai. At least ‘that’s where her c0py comes from." “Oke.” I said, getting at the coolic. “Follow me, chOp chOp.” And I lit out for my flat to change into breeches, boots and a wool-lined lea- ther coat: I took a camera too, not my big one, but a little Westman that could fit in my coat pocket. Grabbing a half dozen rolls of film I told the coolie to lead the way. Well, up to that time I’d thought I knew something about Shanghai but after my guide had snaked his way through the ruins of Chapel for an hour or so, I was complete- ly stymied. We walked all after- noon and the entire night. Shortly after dawn we stumbled into Haiwei. And there, helping a couple of white people load a truck was the China Doll. “Lo Rusty,” she look all in.” “I was, but the sound of her voice made me forget it. Dolly had on a long. hooded coat that covered her flaming hair, yet seemed somehow to accentuate her slim body. Her blue eyes were gay, and the slight powdering of freckles over her nose emphasized the absence of make-up. “You’re too late for bridge,” she laughed. “You 1=o=o=o===o=o===onoouoannvunced- “The Jan push has start- , el and Ill'. one , t l . l lof the plane. By “rersm” he meant a: “'85 ' Yours, Dolly O’Ha- portable ‘ moving along. Come over and mcct them before they shove off." I stuck out a dirty. half frozen hand. shook hands with the Macâ€" ‘lJt‘nulds. ‘ "Sorry we have to leave," the min- iister said. “but it's getting a little ‘too warm here for us." .fi.rst time that a battle was in pro- gross. You could hear the. cough of field pieces, the patter of ma- chine and a fire. Haiwei was desert- ed. “This is no place for you,” I said guns. Close too. to Dolly. “You’d better go with them." The China Doll stared at me, her eye< blue ice. “And since when," she snapped, “have you been my boss? Do you lthink I‘m going to miss a chance to get an eyeâ€"witness story lbattlc? You can run along if you're afraid." That hurt me. Without saying anything, I pulled the camera from my pocket, cranked it up, Dolly igrinned, went to help the MacDonâ€" alds tie a huge American flag over i the roof of the truck. Then the mis- sionaries climbed into the back and sat down on the pile of luggage while a neat little Chinese chauffeur raced the motor to warm it. Maybe it was the spsttering of the truck that droWned out the sound Things happened too quickly for us to be sure. The Ch'na Doll was standing in the middle of the cobbled street waving good bye to the MacDonald=. I was behind her, adjusting the sights of my cam- era, still sore at her crack about my being afraid. Just at this moment the plane burst through the low grey clouds, machine guns spitting. I remember thinking it sounded like somebody tearing linen, only magni- fied a thousand times. “Duck!” I yelled, putting the camâ€" era to my eye and pressing the but; ton. Through the sight I could see the red Jap emblem on the plane’s llower left wing. Little puffs of dust and powdered stone arose as the bullets hit the cobbles; the Something struck my shoulder I swore under my breath because it made the camera wobble. plane was not more than a hundred feet above the MacDonalds’ truck, but the pilot wouldn’t or couldn’t stop firing. All at once MacDonald grabbed his leg with both hands and the Chinese driver toppled forward over the wheel. The plane zoomed up, disappeared into the clouds once more. “Blessed Saints!” I heard the China Doll excl-aim. “Is it bad, MacDon- ald?” The sOund of Dolly’s voice aroused Mrs. MacDonald who had been sitt- ing there in a daze; she dove into the pile of luggage and came up with a medicine kit. While she was bandaging her husband’s leg, the D011 ran around to see about the Chinese chauffeur. He was dead .. unplea- santly so. Right there my film gave out. I noticed blood on my finger. The whole linirg of my coat seemed wet; I felt light-headed, dizzy. Dolly was running toward me when the little Japanese armored car skidded a- round the corner. “Hey!” Dolly flagged it to a stop. “Americans! Wounded; Savvy?” A driedâ€"up Jap officer with long moustaches climbed from the car. “So unhappy," he began flashing his teeth in a meaningless smile. “We here he frowned noticing my camera. “Photographs of mili- tary action not allowed. I must..” “Listen, Handlebar Hank” Dolly blazed. “One of your planes has fired on the American flag, wound- ed American citizens! If you know what‘s good for you you’ll go for an ambulance, chop, chop!” The little guy seemed to waver ‘ for an instant then jumped into the car, barked an order to the driver. I watched them disappear around the corner. “Rusty!” I heard the China Doll )say. “You're hurt!” ; “Yeah,” I mumbled and then the lights went out. When I came to, my shoulder was thick with bandages and my head l\VaS in the Doll’s lap. “Sissy!” She grinned down at me. “I fixed up your puncture. With the MacDonald’s first aid kit.” w Before I could answer an ambu- lance rattled up and our friend with the moustaches hoprped Out, follow- ed by a couple of stretcher hearers. They picked up MacDonald, slid him into the ambulance, and came over to me. “So serious mistake,” the officer began. “Many apologies.” “Skip it.” I muttered, sitting- up. and Mrs, MacDonald :11‘0. .\.< he said that I realized for the ' ratth of rifle-E ’ing burnt. ,would have netted ofa1 ‘ said street was full of ricocheting lead: and “ As I reached for another roll,, THI'RSDAY. APRIL 14111. 1938. “Let’s get back to Shanghai.” I “Unfortunate.” he smiled. “Pic-i ,tures may reveal lll!l.i:ll'§' secrets to ‘ v enemy. .' \Vhich was just :1 lot of play. play pidgrin. lle ki‘ew there were no: any military secret,» on the: film.. what he wanted was to keep the pictures of a Jupnncw “mi<tuke" . ‘from being shown in the l'. S. “Listen!” I yelled. “You czm‘t get away with this!" But he did. While I sat there , swearing. he took the films from 7the camera along with my rolls of ‘spare film, and touched a match to them. Even went throth all our pockets, smiling blardly. I was fit wto be tied. The ride back to Shanghai was completed in grim silence. Our friend with the whiskers tried to make con- lvcrsation, but nobody answered him. All I could think of was those pix. the best since the Panay shots, be- up! A sc00p like that me a bonus, a raise, and a place in the newsreel hall of fame! As soon as we reached the Set- tlement, Dolly made a dash for the nearest phone to get her story in. I had the ambulance driver drop me at the Marine barracks, where Dolly she’d meet me as soon as she was free. When Anson, chief medical officer saw me, he almost swallowed , SAND â€"â€" GRAVEL his cigar. “Rusty!” he gasped. “Where in. ." “Take a look at this hole in my shoulder,“ I said weakly. So Anson picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut away Dolly’s improvised bandages. “Huh!” he chuckled. “Enough . gauze to patch up the whole Chin- ese army! 1.." He took a round. foil-wrapped object from the tangle of bandages, laid it on the table. “A roll of films!" “Films!” I muttered unbelievingâ€" ly. “But.." “Rusty!” The China Doll burst in- to the room. radiant. “Sure,” I said, staring at the films. “But these pix..” “Oh, them. Why they're the shots you took of the machine gunning.‘ I slipped one of your spare rolls in ‘the camera before the .Iap officer" got back. That’s what he burned up." “So this is the real McCoy," I mur- mured. “Dollyâ€"darling!" And then suddenly she didn’t 100k gay or devilâ€"may-care; her eyes were wet and very tender. “Huh!” Anson chuckled, sponging The my shoulder. A fine time for a man to have only one arm!” RURAL TEACHERS‘ PLIGHT Today we find the deplorable conâ€" dition of many rural teachers being paid less than what girls receive for factory work. 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