G-Strung Neutrals

As the U.S. Air Force in Australia reached across the Torres Strait to smash at the Jap on New Guinea, airmen from Main Street got acquainted with exotic strangers.

> A bomber crew forced down on the sea was rescued by tiny aborigines. They took charge of a bombardier from Brawley, Calif., a navigator from Walla Walla, Wash., primitively tended their wounds, fed them coconut and sugar cane until rescue came.

> Another crew, forced down in the wilds of New Guinea, slept in their plane, awoke next morning to find themselves surrounded by little G-strung men who carried wicked three-foot knives. An airman from Coweta, Okla., shivering from dengue fever, and his hale companion from Springfield, Ill. both got good care, found they were among benevolent neutrals. Said one of the natives: "Jap come, we friend him; white man come, we friend him."

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