Quack-Ack

Among the tribulations of combat pilots are the flare of searchlights, the crump of bursting ack-ack shells. Another kind of flier, the duck, finds the same things just as annoying. Month ago the 198th Coast Artillery, at Camp Upton, L. I., postponed its aerial target practice because hunters complained that the firing was scaring away wild ducks. Last week the 198th fell foul of the birds again.

This time it was the 100,000 domestic ducks of the Long Island Duck Farmers' Association, fattening on nearby farms. Awakened by the searchlights feeling the sky for decoy planes, the ducks charged around in their wire pens like Brooklynites in the subway. They developed insomnia, turned up their bills at corn. Colonel Clair W. Baird, commanding Camp Upton, sighed, ordered his artillerymen to turn their lights the other way.

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