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February 1941 Flying Aces

February 1941 Flying Aces

Flying Aces February 1941 - Airplanes and Rockets Table of Contents

These pages from vintage modeling magazines like Flying Aces, Air Trails, American Modeler, American Aircraft Modeler, Young Men, Flying Models, Model Airplane News, R/C Modeler, captured the era. All copyrights acknowledged.

A little levity is good comic relief from the burdens of the day. These half-dozen quips from a 1941 edition of Flying Aces are the perfect pick-me-up for an otherwise mundane day... as well as for an otherwise good day! You will probably notice that the style of humor is a different than what would be seen today. Other magazine of the era, like The Saturday Evening Post, often contained short pieces interspersed throughout the pages with similar odd-sounding poems and quips.

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Head mechanic: What in the devil have you been doing all this time? You should have had that engine ready 'way last

Green greaseball: But ya said it was brought in for a 200-hour check. Well, I've done 168 hours of work on it - but I still have 32 more hours ta go.

Or Even a Snack

Phineas: I'm tellin' ya, Bump - never fly above 20,000 feet after a full meal.ยท

Bump: B-but why?

Phineas: Because ya won't find one up there! Haw-w-w-w-w!

The Way You Look at It

"That smart alec stunt flyer gives me a pain in the neck !"

"Yeah, I got a kink in my neck from watching him, too."

Nothing Amazing

"Dere I vas," related Pilot Schnicklehans, "surrounded mitt British Hurricanes! First, dey shodt dem off mein wings. Den dey knocked off der tail mitt more bullets. Nexdt, idt vas broken in der two halves mein fuselage - "

"Ja!" broke in a listener. "How exziting! Und den vat did you do?"

"I crashed! Dumkopf!" came the reply.

Dawn and Out

Stewardess: Will you please throw the plane into a vertical at 5:59 a.m.?

Sky-Sleeper pilot: What's the big idea?

Stewardess: Well, that passenger in Berth Ten told me to make sure he gets out of bed at 6.

Fool On You!

Crackpot Jim banked his haywire crate

Eight inches over the airport gate;

Outside-looped her hanging by his knees,

Didn't listen to his engine's wheeze.

Then he let her spin and wham on down;

Boy, did he kick that plane aroun'!

But this poem doesn't end with Jim's ruin;

He landed neat and asked, "How'm I doin'?"

 

 

Posted August 30, 2021