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...nomenclature of World War II, few names are more widely known now than Messerschmitt. It stands for lethal speed in the air by Nazi pursuit ships. Willy Messerschmitt,* 41, is a sharp-nosed, sandy-haired citizen of the placid, medieval town of Augsburg, Germany. He started flying when he was 15, designed his first plane in 1916, became chief engineer of Bayerische Flugzengwerke at Augsburg in 1927, specializing in speed. On April 26 this year, one of his ships with a 1,660-h.p. Daimler-Benz motor set up an absolute record of 469,225 m.p.h. The ship was undoubtedly...
...this gossip the Berlin radio retorted specifically, invited skeptics to telephone Willy Messerschmitt at his Augsburg home. One reporter who did so was Beach Conger, correspondent for the New York Herald Tribune, whom the Nazis squeezed out of Berlin last fortnight because he would not retract a dispatch picturing Adolf Hitler and his High Command at odds about invading The Netherlands. Mr. Conger and a British reporter named Geoffrey Cox telephoned Willy Messerschmitt from Amsterdam. The man who answered insisted he was the famed planemaker. "I haven't been out of Germany since the war started," he said...
...skilled mechanics and machinists, particularly in the automotive trades. Those who accept his proposition must pay their own way to Manhattan, plus $35 toward third-class fare on a German-American liner. Remainder of the fare (about $110) reportedly is paid by a German industrial cartel (Siemens & Halske; Volkswagen; Augsburg Machine Co.; Bosch; Daimler; Opel&Wanderwerke). Recruiter Buerk said he was acting for an unnamed superior in Chicago, reported similar activities there and in Cleveland, Detroit, Flint, where men skilled at machine trades (easily transformable into munitions workers) are abundantly available...
Turmsonate (Augsburg...
...guards discovered that the good Bishop was not in his study, nor in his bedroom, nor in his parlor, nor in his bathroom. In fact he was nowhere in his house. Slyly he had skipped through a back door and escaped the police cordon in a car bearing an Augsburg license plate. Squads of mounted police clattered up to St. Matthew's Church, but the Bishop was already inside and in his pulpit. Few paid attention to what he actually said. The purport of the sermon was clear enough, a protest against government interference in religion. One phrase stuck...