I learned about the Italo-Turkish War in fifth grade because the first bombing raid by an airplane took place during that war.
In the 1960s, the “Argosy” magazine (or, perhaps, “True”) had an article about a US pilot who hired himself out, with his biplane, to Pancho Villa, prior to the bandit’s raid on NM. I don’t think it was for combat, I believe it was for recon and message relay.
**I learned about the Italo-Turkish War in fifth grade**
In 1965, at Viola Elementary, in little Viola, IL, I learned that the new kid Duane was unafraid to rebel against Mrs Clippert.
Everybody knew: no chewing gum at school. She saw him chewing during class, and told him to “spit it out!”
He said, “no!”
She said, “why not?”
He said, “It a new piece!”
She walked over to his desk, proceeded to put him in a head lock, jammed her thumb in the side of his jaw (like when putting bit in a horse’s mouth), but he pulled loose.
She then locked hold of his wrist and dragged him out the door into the hall while he struggled to pull free. We could see her knocking on the 6th grade door. That was bad news, 6th teacher, Mrs Brown was the principal as well. That woman never smiled that we could recall. She was the ‘Ma Kettle’ of the teachers there.
They took him to the supply room and paddled him hard. Because the cast iron steam heat radiators carried noise throughout the building, the faint ‘bong, bong, bong’ led us to believe they were beating his head against the radiator in the supply room.
Turned out it was his shoes hitting it while putting up resistance to the punishment.
The good ol days, lol