CampAdair Sentry
Thursday, April 29,1943.
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Managing Editor
T/Sgt. Edwin A. Brown ......................... ...........
Sgt. Raymond C. Johnson, Pvt. Harry Klissner,
Pfc. Glen Peterson ............................................... Associate Editors
T/5 Bob Ruskauff................................................................ Sports Editor
T/5 Don Lynch ....................................................................... Staff Artist
Truer Words . . .
Merely having an open ntind
means nothing. The object of open­
ing the minds, as of opening the
mouth, is to shut it again on some­
thing solid.
—Kodiak Bear, Alaska.
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Ozark Courtship
A hillbilly had been courting a
mountain gal when one night her
father said to him:
“You have been seeing our Nel­
lie for nigh on to a year. What
are your intention—honorable or
dishonorable?’’
Looking at the father with a
startled gleam in his eyes, he ex­
claimed: “You mean I got a
choice?’’
—Camp Carson Mountaineer.
Colo.
“THE MILITARY POLICE”
If there is one branch of our Army which is not fully
understood and appreciated by the general public, it is prob­
ably the Corps of Military Police. There is a reason for this
common misunderstanding. The MP on comedy radio program
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and in cartoons has too often been caricatured as something
Sounds Easy!
far different from what he really is'. He has often been
Suspicious WAAC: Look here,
portrayed as a towering brute of a man whose only .joy in
soldier, what’s your objective?
life is throwing fellow soldiers into the guardhouse! Tall
Enamored Pfc.: In the words of
tales spun by World War veterans about the MPs in the
“Another stripe! Oh mj little barber pole—now
Roosevelt and Churchill—uncondi­
to the ‘Stars and Stripes’ party at the Zebra Room!"
tional surrender!
last war have no doubt contributed to this misconception
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The Armodier, Fort Smith, Ark.
of our modern Military Police,
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The World War “vets” do have a basis for some of their =
We Sav Our Farewell To
Gourmet
stories. In those days, it was not uncommon for a company
A cannibal king noticing the
commander to call his men together, look them up and down
beauty of a young girl about to be
put into the kettle was heard to
and put the finger on Joe Doakes and George Spelvin to act
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as MPs. Probably the only qualities Doakes and Spelvin
had to offer were that they were both over six feet tall Last week we ran the farewell less sincere in his every thought, in bed.’’
— Barksdale Bark.
and weighed more than 200 pounds. But that method of column of a grand newspaperman. either spoken or written. He was
punctilious
in
his
appointments,
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choosing MPs is as much a thing of the past as the old flying a sincere soldier, an idealist. But quiet in manner, in a strangely
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we can’t let “Mutterings“ die that dogmatic fashion, he was extreme­
’Jenny”.
A general was coming out of a
The Corps of Military Police today is composed of the way. We have taken permission. ly broadminded. He loved to sing New York theatre one night when
finest men in our Army, specially selected for their jobs. and we're sure that Henry Beckett and did. He could even hammer out he was accosted by a drunk. The
MPs must be above average mentally and physically. They , would not object, to bid our own ditties to accompany himself on the drunk grabbed his arm, blustering,
piano. He never drank, rarely
must be quick and alert, ready to cope with many an unusual , farewell to the author of a column swore; yet he didn’t mind a good “Shay doorman, call me a taxshi.”
• which has graced the page two of
The general, though slightly em­
situation. Their course of training is so intensive that only the Sentry for the greater part of round of rough and ready army barrassed,
met the situation by
hand picked men can complete it successfully. Yes, the i our simple span.
talk, if used for sufficiently good haughtily replying, “Sorry. I’m not
Military Police today may proudly proclaim themselves the We most remember Henry and purpose.
the doorman, I happen to be a gen­
the cat» Any dat^TheHe krt*s one
He admired generals because of eral!’’
‘Elite Corps” of our Army.
Most people are only familiar with the disciplinary particular feline, however. who the stuff they must have to make Equelched the drunk, “A gener-
on his desk during long them get that way. But he was also al. huh, then call me a jeep.’’
duties of the MPs. But those duties are only a minor part perched
hours of the night, while the “old fond of privates, He liked and
—Fort Niagara Drum, N.Y.
of their job. Here on the home front MPs help guard our oaken Beckett’’ was drumming out fought for everything that was
war plants and Army reservations. w They are organized one of his stories about a general G. I.
WAR \ND SPRING
or
a
private,
or
a
bear,
or
an
idea
into anti-parachute battalions. They are stationed at tunnels,
Henry Beckett, back on the New-
viaducts, and bridges to prevent accidents, or damage by for the Sentry or the New York York Post, is probably a very lone­ The gleaming stars that look down
saboteurs. They assist in traffic control. They protect the Post or some other publication ly civilian now. But he is a civilian On war’s pathetic scene
away from our own bailiwick.
we salute. We salute him and every With army tents around
grounds and buildings of the White House. They are often Henry Beckett was, and is, a one
of his 54 years.
And mud ruts in between.
detailed on secret missions. They are ready at all times to man of sharp convictions, of hon­ It is a damned shame that we
aid in flood and fire control. When necessary they conduct esty. At times I believe, Henry had to garble the type in his fare­ War seems so far away
criminal investigations among the military; they cooperate was a little biased, but neverthe- well column.—B. R.
On such a peaceful night,
As budding trees do sway
with local and state police and with the FBI.
To warm night breezes light.
J 1ST ROSES
Overseas, the MPs preserve order in occupied territories.
Pink wild roses, single roses, maiden fair!
They keep the lanes of communication open. In this war of
Half-blown roses. Beauty roses, in your hair;
To these things we’ll come back
swift movement, bottlenecks are disastrous. The trucks and
Pale tea roses, saffron roses, for you. sweet.—
; They’re what we're fighting for
tanks and jeeps carrying fighting men and vital supplies,
Hot-house roses, golden roses, at your feet;
. To evening skies so black
Old-rose roses. Mem’ry's roses, did you care?
must keep rolling on their way. In the midst of bursting,
, Through which no foe will soar.
Double roses, bridal roses, roses.rare;
shell fire, in the dark of night, the MPs stick to their posts |
Full-blown roses, mossy roses, roses red;
Where cattle roamed at will
and see to it that our land convoys get through. A delay
Pale white roses, church-yard roses.—roses dead.
In pastures wide and free.
of even an hour because of a road jam may often spell the
—Ida H. Waite.
' Are rookies learning drill,
difference between victory and defeat.
' Or barracks near a tree.
These are only part of the functions of our modern
Letter of Appreciation
Corps of Military Police. We don't have the time to go fully
Frogs croaking in the night.
Following
is
a
letter
received
from
Mayor
Earl
Riley
of
Portland.
into all their jobs, and some of their duties are military
Along with marching feet
to participation of troops of this division in the War Bond That in mock battle fight.
secrets. rBut to paraphrase Gilbert and Sullivan, you can relative
drive:
Sound strange and inconcrete.
see that an “MP’s job is not an easy one.” On disciplinary
“Dear General Cook:
duty, the MP’s primary interest is the welfare of their fellow
“Our people want to exress to you their most sincere thanks for Tonight when spring is here
soldiers. They know that by curbing the lapses of a few, the cooperation you gave in the war bond drive.
And tells of growing things,
“Your troops and equipment made a fine showing and a very- God grant no other, year
they preserve the privileges of the many. They live up to
great total in bonds was sold as a result. . Unfortunately the weather Of death by man-made wings.
their motto: “of the troops and for the troops”.
Months of thorough training are necessary to turn out was bad and kept a great many people at home who otherwise would
have been on hand. However, the whole affair was a tremendous
efficient MPs. At Military Police training centers, they go success, and we want you to know of our appreciation to yourself and It’s calm in vale, on hill
through the wide gamut of their jobs from finger printing to General Dunckel, Lieutenant Colonel -Knight and all the others Thank God, within this share
But there’s a battle still, .
to mass psychology. Their physical training program is as who helped in the big task, including the men themselves who wZre We know- its distant roar.
difficult as that of our Army Rangers. Small wonder then anxious to explain their tasks and equipment to our citizens.
“Sincerely yours,
that the modern MP is proud of his job. Over here on the
They’re fighting for that year
(signed)
EARL
RILEY,
When death we shall not face,
home front, over there on the fighting front, our elite Corps
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Mayor.
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So give a tribute here.
of Military Police is helping to lead the way to victory.
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MUTTERINGS
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Chaplain Jonathan Edwards of I
Ft.
Eustis, Va., is a descendant of
HONEY WHAT?
If little Red Riding Hood lived to­ Jonathan Edwards, the fire-and- !
day
Pfc. Did you hear what two mor­
bimstone preacher of early New
ons did on their honeymoon?
The Modern Girls would scorn ’er England.
Pvt. No, what?
She only had to meet one wolf.
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Pfc. Nothing!
Not one on every comer.
I’m done with all dames.
They cheat and they lie.
They prey on Us males
To'the “day that we die
They tease us and torment us
And drive us to sin_
Say did you see that blonde
Who just walked in?
To each his noble place.
A fitting night and-task.
Which stirs us to the core. - •
' We lift our heads and ask.
That war shall come no more1.
—Erwin A. McKinlay.
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