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A—6 UNIONIST NAMES FORD ASSAILANT Identifies Service Depart- ment Worker as Man Who Attacked Him. 8y the Associated Press. DETROIT, July 21.—An automobile union member who was beaten at the Ford Motor Co.’s Dearborn plant May 26 today named Everett Moore of the service department which polices Ford property as the man who directed | the attack on him Alvin Strickle was the witness, making his second appearance at the | National Labor Relations Board's hearing on charges that the Ford | Co. engaged in unfair labor practices | and instigated assaults on members of the United Automobile Workers’ Union, Two weeks ago Strickle was unable to identify the men he said took him | inside the Ford plant May 26 and beat | him. Today he testified he had vis- | ited a State court where Moore, seven | other individuals and the Ford Co. face trial on an assault warrant, and | had recognized Moore as the man who | stood by giving orders as he was * toward completion of their evidence today. The record already contains 2.600 pages of testimony and more | than 100 exhibits. More than 90 witnesses have appeared Ford to Call Witnesses. When the board concludes, the Ford Co. will have opportunity to call its witpesses. Louis J. Colombo, chief | Ford counsel, said about 30 may tes- | tity. On cross-examination today, Colombo developed that the | Common Pleas Court examination attended by Stickle was not a trial of Stickle | THE EVENING Battling Ice F drmation onWings Is Described by Polar Flyer Leaking Oil Also Adds to Discomfort | revocably remains behind the red- and Danger of Earliest Stage of Moscow-to-America Hop. One of the pilots of the first Soviet plane to fly over the North Pole from Moscow to America kas written a vivid narrative of the experiences of himself and his two companions. In this article, the third of a series, Pilot Baidukov tells of the take-off at Moscow and of the plane's first dangerous en- counter with ice formation. BY GEORGE BAIDUKOV. The engine has been warmed up. From the back cabin we clasp dozens of friendly hands. Many are not sat- isfled with this, and climb the ladder to embrace and kiss us. We warmly embrace and kiss Evgeni Karlovich, who is very close to us. Tears pour unnoticed from his eyes. Tupolev smiles and embraces each in turn with trembling arms. More handclasps, and, finally, Valery takes his place. Sasha closes the hatch. The people fall back. The white flag flashes, and the plane moves. The roaring engine carries the plane full speed down the hill. The panels of the road gleam evenly on either side, showing that the air- plane is right in the middle of the roadway. It must not swerve to either side. That would mean catas- trophe. But the strong hand of Chkalov guides its complicated ascent confidently. Now over the hangar. The plane, bouncing once again, remains in the air, and I quickly begin to retract the undercarriage. The time is 6 min- utes after 1. The smokestacks of the Shelkovo factories flash by, and all that happened a moment ago ir- winged giant ANT-25. And s0 we | start off across the North Pole, The Flight Begins. Now we are no longer excited, but | to determine guilt of the defendants ramed in the assault warrant and | that none of the defendants ap- beared on the witness stand | Colombo said the company's wit- | Hesses at the N. L. R. B. hearing | would include plant foremen and superintendents who have been men- | tioned by witnesses summoned by the board. He did not know, he said, | how long the rebuttal testimony would | require. The board expected to complete the Presentation of its testimony by night. | Yesierday it heard additional accounts | of: former Ford employes concerning their dismissals. i Punishment Duties Charged. ‘ Fred Guiliksen and John Cwikiel, | each saying he had worked for Ford more than 20 years, testified they quit rather than be transferred from | the paint and varnish department at the Highland Park plant to loading and unloading heavy materials. “You have to be punished for join- | ing the union,” Cwikiel said a foreman ! told him, | tor, and Sasha rests for the first four | bility is tremendous. more than ever obliged to keep both | eyes open. So the first watch beg! Valery is the pilot, I am the navig: hours. T occupy the navigator’s cabin, and write the first navigation figures in the Red Air Journal. Sasha trans- | forms the oil tank into a sleeping bunk. 1 begin to establish two-way com- munication with Moscow. The audi- | I send the first radio message. Half-past one. The motor is roaring with the full power of its metal breast. Altitude 400 meters. Thick mists, motionless as old age, fill the hollows of the spaces we are sweeping through. Valery in his peaked cap and leather uniform seems not a polar aviator, but simply a chauffeur who is taking us for a drive beyond the city. On the right the sun is rising. Its strong glare through the window of the cabin is blinding. According to our estimates the sun will keep shin- ing for 55 hours straight. | Many will accuse us of excessive | with clear aviation oil. His Best Friend I make routine notations in the navigation log. We have »assed the city of Cherepovitz. Altitude 1,200 meters, It is very warm in the cabin and we do not yet turn on the heat. 4:25 pm. To my surprise Sasha wakes up before the appointed time. Valery is sucking an empty pipe. Both of us want to smoke terribly. A mass of fan-shaped, feathery clouds has appeared in the sky. 5 o'clock. In accordance with the schedule I turn over to Sasha his watch as navigator and radio operator. I am jack of all trades on the flight. I am pilot, navigator, radio operator. Now I must rest for four hours, and then relieve Chkalov. I crawl up to Valery and spread out a sleeping bag behind him. Chkalov wants a smoke desperately. I decide to calm him down. I crawl into the wing and get some pipe to- bacco out of his rucksack. Valery fills his pipe and quiets down. No matter how good it is, we really ought to throw the tobacco over- board, 5o it will not disturb us. Half- | past six. I finally decide to rest. But | I cannot sleep. | Valery asks us to pump up some | oil. Sure enough, the oil gauge reg- isters only 80 kilograms. I switch off | two of the triple taps and begin care- fully to feed fresh oil from the reserve | lubrication thermoses into the engine | tank. Although I pump for a long | time, the oil gauge shows an addition | of only 2 kilograms. Afraid, however, | too pump too much, we shut it off. After this physical diversion I fall | asleep immediately. In exactly 10| minutes Sasha has the whole plane in an uproar. He wakes me up, pulling me by the leg. I crawl grumpily over to Beliakov, and see from the expres- sion in his eyes that it is an ominous moment on the plane. Finds Oil Is Leaking. The oil is leaking somewhere, says Sasha, pointing at the floor. Sure enough, the floor of the fuselage by the navigator’s hatch and around the radio apparatus is entirely flooded | I tell Valery. How to describe the expression on his face at that moment! But I under- | stand him by my own agitation. | Could something have burst? But that is impossible! We want to make sure at once that the ofl gauge lies Told Him It was his wife, and she told him the truth. Bat she didn’t say he had “bad | breath.” Instead, she said, “My dear, you need E-Z Tablets.” A hint to the | Gulliksen said he did not know of | cruelty to this honorable planet in | Wise is sufficient. Don't wait for some his discharge until his foreman came | forcing it to work overtime like this. | one to tell you. If you feel sluggish, to his home to explain he had noth- | Never mind, it isn't every day that we | headachy, dizzy or bilious, due to con- | my shift as pilot STAR, WASHINGTON and that now probably the full tank is simply overflowing. I grab a rubberized sack, cut it with my knife, and wipe up the place where theoll is gathering. Now I shall be able to see whether the flow is in- creasing or decreasing. Valery pro- poses that we pump the oil back. I work the pump briskly, but for some reason the oll returns less readily than it went out. I examine the entire low- er part of the fuselage with the aid of the navigator's sight. I can see clearly that the oily stream flows from the radiator and a little to the right. It seems definitely to come from the drainage. Nothing terrible about that. Only we must be careful not to pump any more oil. And we must regulate it by warming up the center pipe line, in order not to let it rise above the half-way mark in the tank. Within 20 minutes an appreciable lessening of the trickles into the cabin is apparent. One hour remains before I relieve Chkalov. I must hurry and get some sleep. The plane begins to reach an alti- tude of 2,000 meters, as prescribed by the schedule. We have still not con- sumed any more gas than we had planned. That is marvelous. We all calm down after the first moments of alarm. The plane, still heavily overloaded, cannot immediately achieve sufficient altitude to avoid the treacherous white places in the clouds. So Chkalov, knitting his brows, carefully scru- tinizes the part of the sky lying ahead. There, indeed, a narrow band of white gleams. But it is still far in | the distance. And why get excited | about it, since the weather men have | warned us in advance of a cyclone over the Kola Peninsula. Takes Post as Pilot. 9 o'clock I am awakened for Valery, after com- | pleting & masterful take-off and spending eight hours steadily at the controls, is tired. How I hate to be wakened! But Valery has already pushed back the pilot's seat and is | waiting for me while I glide like a little fish through the incredibly nar- | row passage to his place. Carefully feeling around the instru- ment board, I get busy piloting the plane. I see immediately that some- | thing is wrong with the behavior of the machine. It is listing heavily to the left, and, in order to keep its equilibrium, requires constant balanc- ing by the ailerons. This is fatiguing to both arms and legs. I notice we are flying between two layers of clouds | Wwhich are about to unite. It is as| though we are not flying, but falling | into a ravine with a narrow bottom. Our altimeter shows 2,000 meters— that is correct. Bul the temperature | of the outside air, 4 degrees below At [ D. €., WEDNESDA zero, centigrade, makes matters worse than they seemed at first glance. I anxiously glance backward. Chkalov is lying down smoking his pipe. Beli- akov is busy at the radio apparatus. 1 strain every nerve, in expectation of the clouds ahead. If only ice does not form is the one thought in my mind. Blind flying is my specialty and as soon as it becomes necessary, both Valery and Chkalov always propose that I take the controls. And this time, too, the trusting fellows sit calmly behind me. But this time I have so little confidence myself that within five minutes I shout at the top of my volice for Vslery. He crawls forward immediately, with reddened eyes, alarmed, and at once understands what I need, as he sees the ice be- ginning to form on the windows and the wings of the plane. A slight shudder goes through the engine. “Pressure on De-icer.” “Quick pressure on the de-icer.” “Right away,” yells Valery and, quick- ly getting down from the tank, begins to operate the pump. I open up the dropper, but instead of drops out comes a thick streak of precious fluid, which clears the propeller of ice. ‘There is a smell of alcohol. And the airplane, as though stimulated by the alcohol, becomes steadier, the knocks decrease, and only a few small at- tachments at the tail, heavy with ice, are causing the fuselage to jolt roughly. Ice formation, aviation's enemy, has grabbed us by the throat and threatens us—“Where do think you are going—turn back!"” I know that if we should remain even for an hour in the clutch of flercest | these hands either the plane will crash or it will be forced down, overloaded with ice. We soon tear away from the | | embrace of the snow-white monster. 1 give the engine plenty of gas and the plane slowly rises, meter by meter. Already 2,500 meters—on the left the rays of the sun dimly break tarough. That means the end of the nearby — TiC FANS INSTALLED COOL ENTIRE HOME GICHNER NA. 4370 poo GICHNER : you | | JULY 21, 1937. clouds. Within five minutes the sun appears and we also shine as happily as its rays, and look down exultantly st the clouds we have left beiow us. I heave a sigh of relief and glance over my shoulder at Valery. He is still under a great strain and now, smiling gravely, begins to wrap himself up more warmly in his sleeping bag. munion for members of other Chris- tian churches. The communion service will be at St. Mary's Church as part of the world conference on church, com- munity and state. Baptists, Methodists and others rep- resented at the conference may re- ceive the sacrament. Church spokes- Under the sun the window of my cabin is quickly cleared of ice and I have already forgotten about the first lesson of the struggle. Having nothing else to do, I again examine all my instruments, decrease the heat and increase the thinning of the mixture. Suddenly a sharp snap in the carburetor brings me to myself and I again lower the height corrector. When my glance falls on the oil gauge, I stare at it for a long time and decide that it cannot be pos- sible that we have only 80 kilograms of oil in the tank. The gauge must be wrong and I begin to unscrew the crystal over the dial. As soon as I make one turn, the hand jumps sharply to 120, proving that the tank is still full of ofl. It is clear that the indicator was stuck. Now it is no longer necessary to control the use of oil by endlessly heating the pipe line. (Qopyright, 1937. by the North American Newspaper Alliance. 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