I could find a lot more information about Jimmie Allen in his hometown paper, the Medford Mail Tribune in Medford, Oregon. They’d seemed to have a write up in the paper any time he sold a story. (see below for notice of “The Flying Fool”) And there was a big write-up about Jimmie in the feature column “Oregon Folks” in the big city paper the Oregon Journal in 1932. Here’s what he said:

    “I was born near Medford on March 20. 1906.” said Mr. Allen. “I attended grammar school at Medford for three years and attended high school for four years, after which I put In a fifth year in high school to do a little extra work. Though my name is Albert C. Allen, I have always been called Jim. My friends consider me a crank along the lines of conversation, for I hate to see waste of any sort and it absolutely hurts me to see the needless destruction of our natural resources, for man, in spite of all hl- ingenuity, cannot replace nature. My father. Albert Cooper Allen, is the author of a number of books and of numerous stories. My father was born In Nashville, Tenn in 1875, served in the Spanish-American war and came to Oregon in the spring of 1904. Like my father. I enjoy writing. I write under the name of James Albert Allen. You may have noticed some of my short stories in the national magazines. Right now and for as long as I can remember, my hobby has been gasoline engines. I not only enjoy driving a car. but I like to care for one. I have a yen for motorboats, but I lack the wherewithal to acquire a racing motorboat. I enjoy the thrill of hearing the roar of a powerful engine, but my Interest in airplanes is confined to their motive power. I am having too much fun on the ground to go up into the air Just yet. For years I played basketball in the high school. The out-of-door life is not a hobby with me—it’s my life and my religion. About the first regular Job I ever held down was that of boatman at the Rocky Point resort in Klamath county. I was paid $35 a month and tips.

    “On July 10. 1929. I was married to Eva Mae Jester at Harriman Lodge, on Klamath lake. We have named our son Albert C. Allen 111.”

Jimmie’s first—and most likely only—aviation story is “The Flying Fool” from the June 1929 Sky Birds! It features Casey Mack, mail pilot for Benning Pacific Airways. Mack is more familiarly known as “Bugs” because he was supposed to take apparently insane chances when it came to flying. But the flying fraternity misjudged him. It dubbed him Bugs because it misunderstood him and it construed his ability as luck. Mack switches routes with another pilot who has the mountain route when he complains about how treacherous it is in the bad weather.

When an ace puts his crate through the reckless, daredevil stunts that Lucky Bugs Mack did, and always comes out O.K., he’s got to have something more than luck on his side. This one did!

• Download “The Flying Fool” (June 1929, Sky Birds)

The newspaper reading citizens of Medford, Oregon are notified of Jimmie’s latest published story page 3 of the June 9th, 1929 edition of the Medford Mail Tribune:

“I can’t help shivering every time I see an ace of spades. It always takes me back to the wrecked Waco out there on the desert, and the poor devil lying in it with the black death card stuck in his stiff fingers. And then I remember all the hellish, crazy things that followed, all marked by the black ace, with a bullet hole through its center. . . .”

Somewhere in the ranks of the border patrol a spy was operating. Day by day fliers were being knocked out of the skies—and always beside the dead bodies there lay a mysterious ace of spades!

• Download “The Ace of Spades” (April 1930, Sky Birds)

And be sure to check out Keyhoe’s Mad Marines—The Devildog Squadron—in five Weird World War Adventures in The Devildog Squadron: The Mystery Meteor! And look for the fourth and final volume of the adventures of The Devildog Squadron this summer!

Fourteen years before, when men fought each other and skies were red with their blood. Allied pilots over a hundred-mile sector of the Front had known von Kruger’s Death Turn—and feared it. Now no one remembered that dread maneuver—until one day a stranger with a deep scar across his face walked up to a little Texas flying field—and gave it a new meaning.

From the pages of he February 1932 number of Sky Birds, it’s “The Death Turn” by E.W. Chess!

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“Only one explanation I can see, Reed,” said the Skipper. “Burwell must have escaped, stolen a Halberstadt, and flown over. He was trying to land here when his tank was hit from the ground.”

“We—we killed him ourselves!” gasped Rip. Joe was dead. Rip tried to grasp the fact, but could not. He saw before him the laughing blue eyes, the ruddy countenance, the square shoulders of his nearest and dearest friend. He felt again the throb of relief in his throat as he had seen that tiny figure jump from a wreck, far below, and move across the greenness of the meadow. Joe Burwell dead, like this? But no, it could not be. It was too ghastly. His mind refused to believe—and yet, the evidence. . . . Rip needed to find out what events had led from Joe crashing in a field in Germany to flying that Halberstadt to it’s fiery conclusion!

Not one of those American pilots dared approach that seething cauldron of flames—not one could read its strange secret. But when only gray dust remained of what had been a German plane, they saw—and read the—MESSAGE IN THE ASHES!

• Download “Message in the Ashes” (February 1931, Sky Birds)

“The Zep Buster” tells the story of young Bud Talbot—a crack shot on the training planes at Spike Center, Arizona. He has a record so good, it’s held up as an example to all the would-be pilots that have been slacking off; this includes a childhood tormentor of his who just happens to be training there as well, Milt Laramy. Unable accept his own shortcomings, Milt cuts Bud down verbally saying he’s a coward and a mama’s boy every chance he gets. And when they are both assigned to the same squadron in Isoudon, Milt only ramps it up. But War proves who has what it takes and who’s the shrinking coward.

From the July 1929 Sky Birds, it’s John Scott Douglas’ “The Zep Buster!”

If you want to be thrilled to the marrow; if you like blazing air stories; if you have any sympathy for the under dog—read this gripping yarn. Hot action! What more could you want?

• Download “The Zep Buster” (July 1929, Sky Birds)

AS A bonus, here’s a brief bio of sorts from the back book jacket cover of The Secret of the Undersea Bell, winner of the Boys’ Life-Dodd, Mead Prize Competition!

JOHN SCOTT DOUGLAS tells us: “It was more to keep my hand in at typing than because of any literary aspirations that in my early years I published scores of brief items in a country newspaper and the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, a column in my high-school paper, and contributed to the University of Washington Columns. Not until I entered the Graduate School at Harvard, however, did I attempt to write for national magazines. Of the many scripts written during my two years at Harvard but few sold. Nevertheless, at twenty-one, when my first substantial check for a story reached me the day I received my master’s degree, I went to New York, determined to write for a living. Since then I’ve published somewhat over a thousand scripts—fiction from short-shorts to novels, and non-fiction in both article and book lengths.

“Much of this output was based on material gathered in travel through many of our states and three trips to Alaska and seventeen foreign countries of Europe, the West Indies, Central and South America. I am convinced that no amount of research an author can do will give him material as vital as that picked up first hand.

“My hobbies of mountain and desert camping, fresh and salt-water fishing, bee-keeping and photography have a way of creeping into my stories and nonfiction pieces. However, my most interesting personal experiences have been the many months I’ve spent at sea on all manner of ships and boats ranging from freighters to Indian dugouts. 1 was the first writer permitted to make the Westward Cruise on America’s largest lighthouse tender, the Coast Guard cutter Cedar. Some of my most fascinating experiences have been on California fishing boats—purse-seiners, tuna, swordfishing and abalone boats. I’ve spent several months with the deep-sea divers who pry shellfish known as abalones from undersea ledges. When resting after several turns below, the abalone fishermen have been kind enough to put me down in their diving dresses.” The Secret of the Undersea Bell, winner of the Boys’ Life-Dodd, Mead Prize Competition, is based on these first-hand experiences.

And look for more stories by JOHN SCOTT DOUGLAS this year!

As an observer, a loyal member of the Eyes of the Army, Teddy was a knockout. His reports were lengthy affairs crammed with accurate data. He knew every German trench from Dixmude to Cambrai. He could take and read aerial photographs like a wizard.

However, Teddy was stricken with the same weakness, that seemed to beset many observers at the front during the dizzy days of 1917 and 1918. In the gunnery schools he had been taught the art of firing at moving targets with the aid of his ring sight and wind vane. The theory and practice, in school, had been religiously digested by our Teddy, but out at the front where excitement plays a big part in the game, he had forgotten all about laying off for direction, speed of machines, angles of approach and all that data.

When an enemy bus appeared in sight, it was Teddy’s idea to point the muzzle of the gun at the black-crossed vulture, pull the trigger and move the muzzzle so that the tracers appeared to be eating their way dead into the enemy cockpit. Thus, Teddy’s tracers were directed at the enemy machines but his armorpiercing and regular ammunition was perhaps being fired yards ahead or behind and recklessly wasted. Unless the aerial target was within a few yards of the Lewis gun muzzle, such firing and aiming was useless.

An amazing, hair-raising story of a spectacular air battle and an observer who was bitten by a most peculiar bug. It brought him nothing but trouble until, in the thick of the fight something happened that wasn’t on the program—

• Download “Hunted Vultures” (March 1929, Sky Birds)

Gene Burke tried to keep a low profile, lest he be discovered and imprissoned for a murder he did not commit. He must be careful not to arouse suspicion—but there must be no confirmed victories. Rather incur the stigma of lost nerve than risk disaster. Unfortunately, ever since he had come up from Issoudun, intent on remaining but an obscure pilot of the Royal Flying Corps, that Fate had shaped a strange destiny for him. Three swift victories had been his, longed-for but feared because of the inevitable increase of local fame. Then he had gotten a straggler from Richthofen’s Circus, which he dared not hold back from attacking, and finally came the fifth scrap that had made him an ace. It was Fate, a grinning, mocking Fate that gave him these victories, only to lead him closer to a dishonored end . . .

A haunting fear crept into Burke’s eyes as he saw his thirteenth Boche go twisting down in flames. For it was a mocking Fate that gave him these victories—victories that he dared not claim!

• Download “No More Victories” (September 1930, Sky Birds)

And be sure to check out Keyhoe’s Mad Marines—The Devildog Squadron—in five new Weird World War Adventures in The Devildog Squadron: The Mystery Meteor!

Ronald Sexton and his brother, Kenneth, came to the squadron together while we were up near Bar-le-Duc, during the St. Mihiel drive. They had gone to school together, enlisted together, trained side by side and gotten their little gold shoulder bars and wings together. Ronny was a year older, darker, huskier and livelier. Ken was quiet and inclined to be studious. It’s a mystery where Ken got time to do all his reading, because Ronny liked parties, and whenever Ronny went on a binge, Ken went along. They flew together, too. And even when Ronny was shot down and killed, he continued to look after his brother. Kenneth seemed to develop a kind of prescience that the squadron leader found hard to believe and led H.Q. to believe he was a German spy.

Many strange and weird stories have been told about the war. At some of them men have shrugged their shoulders, and lifted a doubting eyebrow. Others, men have believed—because they must. Here is one of the strangest of them all—the story of a squadron, and the blood-chilling Thing that almost drove them mad. It all began one afternoon bach in 1918, when Ronny Sexton crashed at Hill 420, near Exermont, France, and his smoking-hot motor dug him a six-foot grave. A powerful and unusual novel of war skies.

• Download “Patrol of the Dead” (September 1931, Sky Birds)

If you enjoyed this taste of Franklin H. Martin’s writing, you’ll be happy to hear that we’ve collected the five stories Martin had in Aces in the Fall of 1932. We’re calling it Franklin H. Martin’s Aces—the volume includes the Black Hawk of Prussia duology and three other stories!

For those who were disappointed that the Devildogs took a break last year, you’ll be happy to hear they’re back with a third volume of their exploits. Paired with that will be the volume of stories Franklin H. Martin had in Aces.

Franklin H.Martin’s Aces
by FRANKLIN H. MARTIN

This volume collects the five stories the enigmatic Martin had in Aces in the August through December issues of 1932 including the epic two part Black Hawk of Prussia story!

He is known as The Black Hawk of Prussia, but just who is von Woolrich? Every description of him is different. Some say he is big and dark. Others claim to have seen him—and say he’s short and slight, with reddish hair. Some rumors describe him as a man who can break a laminated mahogany prop over his knee like a stick of kindling wood. Others say that he is esthetic, an artist and a musician—he is said to have composed several splendid arias before the war. Or maybe he is just a name made up to scare little boys, like a boogy-man. Whatever the case may be, one thing is for certain—von Woolrich, is a master-mind spy!

Stories include: Pilots of the Night (10/32), Zero Patrol (11/32), The Death Parade (8/32), Lone Eagle (9/32) and Blaze of Glory (12/32). Also a special feature on Franklin H. Martin’s winning submission to the Writer’s Digest-Liberty $2,000 Short Story Contest and a bibliography of Martin’s pulp stories

Paired with this is the third volume of Donald E. Keyhoe’s Mad Marines—The Devildog Squadron! We gave them a rest last year and they are raring to go in five more Weird World War adventures!

Devildog Squadron: The Mystery Meteor
by DONALD E. KEYHOE

“Cyclone Bill” Garrity and his Mad Marines are back in the thick of things in five more Weird World War I Adventures from the imaginative pen of Donald E. Keyhoe. Those crazy Germans have come up with even more ways to turn the tide and win the war. Whether it’s going to elaborate lengths to convince an English scientist it is still 1915 and England and Germany are in a war against France to get the formula for a super explosive he invented; raining an extremely deadly and corrosive liquid fire down from the skies killing all in its deadly path; or developing a brilliant silvery beam that can cut anything in it’s way to shreds. If that’s not enough, throw in the fact that the Devildog’s latest replacement is a dead ringer for the Kaiser’s own brother and you’ve got all the making of classic Keyhoe madness!

The Devildog adventures featured in this volume are all from the pages of Sky Birds: Hangers of Hell (8/34), The Spandau Cyclone (10/34), Devildog Dynamite (12/34), The Mystery Meteor (1/35).

In addition to these new books, we’ll have all of our other titles on hand as well as our previous convention exclusive—Arch Whitehouse’s Coffin Kirk, and 2022’s two book set of Steve Fisher’s Sheridan Doome! So if you’re planning on coming to Pittsburgh for PulpFest this year, stop by our table and say hi and pick up our latest releases!

We hope we see you there!

He would fight as never before, and death to the Allied plane that crossed his guns! Yet the sight of those British cockades made a bell ring in his clouded mind, and his hands fumbled on the trips. He could not shoot!

From the October 1930 Sky Birds, it’s William E. Barrett’s “Crossed Controls!”

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If you enjoyed this story, check out William E. Barrett’s other features and stories on this site or pick up a copy of his Iron Ace stories which collects all nine of his tales of Hugh McQuillen, The Iron Ace, also from the pages of Sky Birds.