Where Do We Go from Here?
Marine Aviation Seeks New Targets
ON the sultry alternoon February 9, 1943, two parties of white men met at the mouth of a river where the thick tropical jungle crept clown to the edge of the sea. The wild country through which they had been clawing their way lor weeks was originally inhabited only by coal black natives. Yet there is no record to show that anyone exclaimed: "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?"
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