Returning to the series of stories about what happened to the people of the China National Aviation Corporation (CNAC) at the outbreak of the Battle of Shanghai in August, 1937 that I started last week…
This incident builds directly from the China’s Wings outtake “Ernie and Florence Allison in Shanghai at the outbreak of war” post that I made last year.
The ground fighting that had broken out on August 13 intensified, and by August 16, it had developed into a massive battle. Both sides poured reinforcements into the northern districts. Hundreds of thousands of civilians, including many hundreds of American women and children, were caught within shell-shot of the combat zones. Those threatened Americans included all the families of CNAC’s American personnel.
U.S. Consul Clarence Gauss recommended they evacuate on the S.S. President Jefferson. It wasn’t mandatory, since the evacuees had to buy passage, but Ernie Allison had a ticket for his very pregnant wife, Florence, when he returned to the Grosvenor House a few minutes after five o’clock in the afternoon on August 16. He tried to break the news to his wife gently, that Florence would have to leave at 9:00 o’clock the next morning. “You know I can’t go on this ship,” he said. “It’s reserved for women and children.”
Florence didn’t fuss. “Yes, I know,” she mumbled. “It was on the radio. I packed a bag. Wouldn’t want you to go under the circumstances.”
Allie was relieved. He was near crazy with work-stress and worry. With Florence was so close to term, Allie thought they might allow her a second bag for the unborn baby.
The guns thundered all night. Florence Allison was awake at 5 a.m. CNAC’s Caucasian personnel did very little work on August 17, 1937. Most were busy supervising the evacuation of their wives, children, and girlfriends. The company truck picked them up. The President Jefferson was anchored in the Yangtze estuary, twenty-miles distant, and the only way to reach it was on a small harbor tender leaving from the middle of the Shanghai Bund.
The harbor tender that was to take the women and children to it was tied up at the Customs Jetty beneath “Big Ching” in the middle of the Bund. The boat wasn’t scheduled to leave until 10:00 a.m., but it was already crowded by the time the CNAC wives unloaded a few minutes after 9 o’clock. A stiff wind whipped Florence Allison’s blue and white polka-dotted maternity dress against her ankles and tousled her hair. She waddled down the jetty onto the tender with 17 other CNAC wives and 14 children.
Harold Bixby shepherded his wife, Debbie, and their four daughters aboard. Twenty-year old Elizabeth, second oldest of the Bixby girls, came aboard clutching the one small suitcase she’d been allowed. In it was a spare pair of pants, a few shirts, undergarments, socks, and all the photographs she’d taken in the three years in China.
Walter “Foxie” Kent, one of the pilots, helped his wife Marie aboard with their five-day old baby – born six-weeks premature and being kept alive in an incubator.
The tender cast off for its run downriver with 411 women and children aboard, far beyond its rated capacity. The tender steamed downriver, its only protection a huge American flag draped over its aft-end.
The women thought they’d been promised a two-hour ceasefire. If so, both sides ignored it. Chinese and Japanese planes bombed north of Soochow Creek. Shrapnel flew all over the city. Elizabeth Bixby and one of her sisters were on deck, in the open air. The small guard of US Marines hustled them below, along with all the other topside passengers, as stray bullets and shrapnel pinged off the tender’s sides.
Beyond Woosung, in the supposed safety of the Yangtze estuary, the overloaded tender pitched and heaved in heavy swells, remnants of the recent typhoon. The boat lurched, slewed, took a long roll to starboard, and very nearly capsized. Women toppled against each other and fell to the floor. A few screamed. Small children, so infrequently stuck alone with their Caucasian mothers, whined, “I want my ahma, I want my ahma.”
The tender wallowed close to the Jefferson. Both vessels tossed wildly. The tender’s captain lost his nerve and refused to draw alongside. A marine shoved him aside, grabbed the wheel, and laid the tender against the liner. On the uprolls, the marines literally threw the evacuees across to the Jefferson’s gangplank. Miraculously, they managed the transfer without hurting anybody.
For the women and children, the drama continued: a few days later, the Jefferson reached Manila just in time for the refugees to get caught in the worst earthquake the city had suffered in thirty years.
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Sources: Florence Allison’s diary, August 16, 1937, entry provided to the author via email by their daughter, Nancy Allison Wright (who was the unborn baby in her mother’s womb.); Kent, Walter C. “Foxie,” “Wings for China,” The Atlantic Monthly, November, 1937; author’s interview with Elizabeth “Bo” Bixby, January 24, 2006.
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Fro those who don’t know much about the Battle of Shanghai, the website World War II Database has a summary.
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