New England aviators 1914-1918; their portraits and their records . the process of being assimi-lated with the ten others into French chasse escadrilles, fighting none of my special pals came into this detachment there is a verycongenial crowd; Quentin Roosevelt is one. ... We expect soon to be sentto the front, and will handle the most desirable type of machine. It handleswonderfully in the air, but the speed is simply terrific, and it is called aSpad. Again he wrote: I am now at the front going over the lines every day. This afternoon Iwent to protect a photographing machi
New England aviators 1914-1918; their portraits and their records . the process of being assimi-lated with the ten others into French chasse escadrilles, fighting none of my special pals came into this detachment there is a verycongenial crowd; Quentin Roosevelt is one. ... We expect soon to be sentto the front, and will handle the most desirable type of machine. It handleswonderfully in the air, but the speed is simply terrific, and it is called aSpad. Again he wrote: I am now at the front going over the lines every day. This afternoon Iwent to protect a photographing machine. We met no hostile planes, butwere liberally strafed by anti-aircraft. It is very odd to watch the blackballs of smoke suddenly appear in space out of nothing, and realize thatthey are meant for you. Later in June Lieut. Jerome was assigned, with Lieut. Ross , of Philadelphia, to a French escadrille, stationed nearNancy. Here he met his death from a German anti-aircraft gun, onJuly 11, while patrolling the French lines. He fell near Verdenal, [ 212 ]. GILBERT NELSON JEROME within the enemy lines, and he was buried by the French people ofBlamont, Meuthe-et-Moselle, in a German military cemetery, withmilitary honors by the enemy. Lieut. Jerome was among the 16 chosen from 800 contestants forthe 1000-franc prize offered by the Herald in Paris. Hispoem which follows was ranked 7 on the list. THE AIRPLANE What strange device is this; This thing of metal, wood, and cloth,So cunningly contrived, and gay with colors bright, Standing alone out on the grassy plain?Inert and lifeless on its wheels and skid, Flaunting its glitter to the sun and sky,It seems some giants toy rather thanThe latest product of the mind of man. And now one comes and grasps the twisted wood,And with a sudden swing exerts his strength, His puny human force, there in the face Of that brute thing, that mass of steel and brass, When, lo, a miracle is wrought! Pulsating lifeIs born, and from the heart
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