Written about the time army air corps pilots were winging their lonely way along the mail routes, the following poem was published in Good Housekeeping. it was submitted by Mary Barron Brubaker, wife of Warsaw City Attorney Walter Brubaker.

I ask of thee, O kindly night,
Now day is folded down,
Guard all the little ships in flight
Above this sleeping town.

The cloud-blown sky is bleak and cold
As through the dark they fare,
The lonely, gallant ships that hold
Brave-hearted, everywhere

Light thou, I ask a friendly start
For wings so frail and small,
And while the dawn is still afar
Oh, night, let no ship fall.

Pilots winging their daytime way over Warsaw, can now identify the town easily. Giant, twenty-foot letters atop the third story of the Little Crow mill, spell W A R S A W for all to see from 1,000 feet to more than 6,000 feet in the air. Painted bright yellow, there is also an arrow pointing to true north. Another points to municipal airport with the figure 3 beside it. Longitude and latitude of Warsaw, 41 degrees, 14 minutes, 85 degrees, 51 minutes is painted across the true north arrow.

To any pilot overhead, the friendly message identifies the town, tells him its location and points the way to an airport three miles away.

Until you are flying across strange country and just a little bit lost, you'll never know the thankful feeling you get, when some town has been considerate enough to identify itself with an air-marker.

Clarence and Bur Maish, of Little Crow, went to the added expense of resurfacing their roof, so the sign would last longer. The Federal government donated the yellow paint. The Warsaw senior Chamber of Commerce put up $130 cash for the paint job.

The strokes of the letters are three feet wide, twenty feet high, take up all of the 125 x 175-foot flat roof-top. The marker is strategically located at the intersection of the Pennsylvania and Big Four railroads. (All pilots watch railroad intersections, rivers and highways and such things to identify towns).

Get one our local operators to fly you over town some day, and see the new sign. It's one of the best markers I have ever seen from the air.

Veteran of two wars, Marion (Mush) Warner, soloed Sunday at Municipal airport. Also flying on their own now after initial solo at Smith Field: Herman Buckingham, Leesburg; Elmore Ausherman, Warsaw; Ken Johnson, Winona Lake. Wallace Huffman, of Lake Tippecanoe, sports a new private certificate.

At Municipal, flight examiner Joe Carlin has passed three students of Rev. Paul Hartford for private certificates. They are Harold Witt, Hartford, Mich.; Howard Eppler, Kansas City, Mo.; Kenneth Lindler, of Bellingham, Wash.

Former printer Laurence Smith, G. I. George Long and Donald Walterhouse, of Nappanee, are spanking new private pilots, too! Wings are sprouting fast these days. Bert Kelton, Jim Hoffer and Charles Lemler, all of Warsaw soloed within the past week.

Airmail
Swell letter from Don Woods and Dave Denny, the boys who put on the balloon ascension at Plymouth. They liked the Sky Writing description of a balloon ascension fine. Want some clippings. For your kind words, boys, you get the clippings. They are in the mail.

While on the subject, I am deeply indebted to numerous persons who have gone out of their way to comment favorably upon Sky Writing. My thanks to all of you. If you have as much fun reading it as I do writing it, we are going to have some good times here.

Warsaw Daily Times, Wed. Sept. 10, 1947