Amorous "Red" Mohan

There were several young Americans in the rebel air forces in Mexico last week. Most were fighting for money. One said he was fighting for love.

Philip Mohan of New York was the love-fighter. He is redhaired, freckled, and as Irish as boiled potatoes. Contrary to all romantic tradition Philip ("Red") Mohan comes not from the Lower East but the Upper West Side. Since "Red" Mohan flew a rattling "Jenny" plane from Juarez, a fortnight ago, to the rebel forces in Chihuahua with 400 Ibs. of nitroglycerine in the cockpit, a cigaret between his lips, and a pint of tequila (cactus wine) on his hip, he has been a hero to the rebels. Black-eyed wenches smile at him in the plaza of an evening, but Amorous "Red" Mohan is a very Tristram for constancy.

"Ah, there's a girrl in New York who's prettier than any in all of Mexico," said he with a scornful glance at the palpitant trulls of Sonora. "She's Erin O'Brien-Moore, and you haven't seen a lovely girrl until you've seen her."

"Sure I'm in love with her," said "Red," kicking the gravel. "I guess that's why I'm down here. She's a big actress now in New York, you know, and I'm nobody, do you see. I sort of want to be somebody or do something."

Erin O'Brien-Moore, ingenue of Street Scene, recalled having met "Red" Mohan. She was "busy" when he telephoned, she said.

Chief of those who have been fighting for money was Captain Edward Barber, who returned to Philadelphia last week, taking one of General Escobar's fighting planes with him, war paint and all.

"Escobar promised me $250 a flight," said practical Capt. Barber. "I tags along with him till that guy owes me $6,000 for combat flights and bombing work. Then I skips, and I takes the bus with me. I'll get mine all right. That plane cost Escobar 16 thousand. I've got a couple of prospects right here in town'll give me six thousand for it."