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Page Twelve Friday, February 18, 1944. Timmons' Dilemma His 1st Sgt. Just Can't See His Point tfc s m a n a <j ig By Pfc. Leonard Michelson The Kansas tornado faded to a zephyr as he skidded to a stop be fore the formidable figure of Sgt. Delloty. “Look Sarge. I warn» see the CO,” said the 275th’s prize soldier. “What about. Timmons? Maybe I can help you.” “Nope, Sarge, this is strictly personal.” “Now, if you’re going to bother him about a transfer again, the answer is ‘No.’ Last week you wanted to get into the Airborne In fantry. Phah.” “Well, I’m tired -of walking, so _ ,» tf> f c r ff (At bat again for Ruskauff, Kay expounds ebulliently if not pro foundly.) ♦ Our ace Signal Corps photo grapher. Dant (one never gets to know his first name or initials), has finally made himself a martyr on the altar of the w iles and whim sy of the Sentry. Knowing that sooner or later only bloodshed would result from the crackpot ideas we oftimes hatch (less often publish), Dant, nevertheless, was always unflinch- ingly on the spot when called for an assignment. Then it finally happened. Out one night, some two weeks ago, to gee a night photo of a white phos phorus shell exploding spectacu larly in the pitch-black sky. Dant was accidentally the victim of a severe burn from a fragment of the bursting shell.a In the true fashion of journalis tic lensmen, though, Dant's chief concern was whether or not lie had gotten his picture. Ilis recovery, though a slow one, was speeded when he saw his work gracing the top of our recent feature page on • chemical warfare service. An orchid (symbolic of our high- j est opinion and esteem) to Dant for his fine work (past and future) and for his stoicism under great pain. “And that last one was a dilly,” said the 1st Sergeant, “the ski paratroop amphibious command.” Timmons changed the subject abruptly. “Honest, it’s a personal matter.” “You look serious, my boy, is there anything wrong?” The Timmons countenance as sumed the look of a man who had had his furlough cancelled as he boarded the bus. "That blonde of mine in Albany, well, it’s this way.” “Are you in trouble?” asked the sergeant in his most paternal man- “Yessir,” replied the Kansan, ou see it happened—” “Never mind,” interrupted the sergeant, “I understand. Have you contacted the Red Cross?” “What have they got to do with t?” demanded Timmons. “This is no emergency yet.” ♦ From time to time we editors “They come in handy sometimes. have been put to great stress in j Tell me, do you want to marry the consideration of what space to i I the girl?” aiiot to news about officers in re- “Hell, no! I got a wonderful lation to news concerning enlisted * i girl in Junction City. Anyway, why men. | Taking a bit of sound advice from the boys in the 274th. we proudly present beauteous Dorothy i should I wanna marry this We have even been intimidated , Benik. Mighty good advice, too. and with the backing of an entire infantry regiment, it is not a matter ■blonde?” (though not physically) at times to be treated lightly. * “Sometimes that’s the best way,” when we thought certain bits of On the Post. Dorothy can be found behind the counter of Service Club 2 where her daily chore ; replied Sgt. Belloty. “Tell me, are officer news not worth the neces is to dispense good coffee and a pleasant smile. Privately, she is the better half as well as the pride and ¡you sure you're the one?” sary space in the Sentry. joy of Tec.'» John J. Benik, whose culinary effortskeep the boys of Co. II in a pleasant frame of mind. “Certainly I'm sure. Haven't I Not so long ago. John and Dorothy were high school sweethearts in Parkers Prairie. Minn. John got a letter?” Timmons dug into Now we are putting it directly up to you. What do YOU, the en- starred on the football and basketball teams and D irothy was the school’s cheer-leader. John's on an his pocket. listed men of Camp Adair, want to other team now. but Dorothy is still around to cheer him on from the sidelines. The sergeant looked at his prize read in YOl.'R paper? package sadly. “Looks bad, Tim Our only way <4 knowing is by Neither Fog nor Rain‘Could Stop the 348th FA mons,” he said. G/ Gripes hearing from you. so write in, drop “Yeah, I sure am gonna be in in, or phone in and tell us. If you a jam if I don’t see the CO,” said are too lazy to do so. or too unin the Kansan. “He can fix me up terested to do so. Sentry news will all right.” By Pvt. Homer L. Sutton the earth — causing it to steam. continue much the same as it has -il The sergeant looked puzzled at The 348th F.A. Bn. last week met “A natural smoke screen,” in the past. this remark. “And just what can . an ancient enemy. The battalion mcaned the survey sergeant, "Prob V,___ J he do?” If you let us know, however, I was once forced to retreat; the ably thought up by the Japanese." Timmons blinked at his super that you want a whole lot less of ! second time, after some four hours “You can winch your guns ior. “Well, he can give me the pass ficer news (we hope), or more offi of “shivering it out,” 348th came thrcugh the mud.” said the for I want for Friday night, and every cer news (we hope not), we'll be in victorious. ward observer, “but there isn’t a thing will be fine. But if he won’t, able to satisfy you. Fog, just little water drops sus winch invented can drag a fog my goose is cooked." It’s not asking much. It’s for pended in air, stopped the battalion bank off your base point.” Belloty seemed lost in a fog. your own ultimate pleasure. So do' Fog or no fog. the battalion went “My boy, I don’t understand.” it now. By one or another means dead in its tracks, and prevented to the range. And again sat—and the taking of battalion Test I last Timmons leaned forward and of communication, tell us what you Wednesday. Not, of course, that sat. Some of the hardier spirits murmured confidentially. "Yotrsee like to read on Friday mornings. i the battalion didn't get up at the tried to sleep. It was an unwise He not only writes 'em. he draws Sarge, this blonde is throwing a | crack of dawn, load up and go to move. They woke to find them- 'em. ■ party, and she says if I don’t come ♦ With some 80-odd members of I the range — and sit while forward; iclves wired to truck seats — at the And so this week our two bucks she’ll be through with me for the SCI' out in the Oregon mist mercy of cold shivering fiends. observers cussed. ! good. Now, how abdtit it?” every morning for "basic train Finally at 1100 the base point goes gladly to Sgt. Norman Gollin. Friday* morning at dawn it was “Get out of here!” roared the' ing," the rest of the station com j stopped playing peekaboo. The for 1370th Medics, who contributed his plement are firmly convinced that clear — and cold. Freezing GIs. ward observer screamed for the iGI Gripe, and in verse too. as fol sergeant, "and if you show up again I’ll see you get life!” anything can happen in the Army. huddling in their trucks, said “I guns. Men were hastily unwired, lows: At last sight, Timmons was The Chow Commando is a guy It is a far cry from desks, type guess this means we don't go out and the battalion doubletime^ into moving rapidly down - the street, Whose exploits are hair-rais writers and radiators to close or Sunday on the test.” Half an hour position. True, there was mud. icky the sun came out. warming shaking his head. "First sergeants ing. der drill, manual of arms and field ' _ later __________________________ ______ I mud. But it could be fought. are the funniest people." he said He'll dive for food before your packs (both full and combat). eyes. Sgt. Bangl's “Bougainville Raid hearted. Martin is ever so surprised Answers to Yankwiz With speed that is adazing. ers.” however, are taking it right to get no back talk from a group • And when near him—do you 1. It rubs off in minute particles in their unconquerable stride and of more than just a few tech and get to eat? can see no incongruity in the fact staff sergeants and no end of which can be detected in the shoe The answer, friend—is never, and one the foot by a microscope. that men with military service fourth and fifth-graders. Kor food may come, and food 2. Child has fewer experiences in langing from D* months to 23 years may go should !<« so humbled by War I**- ♦ In cvnelusion. we offer a good taste and so reaction is mor« mark Bat this chew -hound goes on New York salami sandwich ton id—to the observer. Physically partment policies. forever. The group is showing a wonder sour rye bread! to Pvt. Abe Stem- the taste buds are not keener in ♦ One thing about Henry Wallace \nd on top of that. Sgt. Gollin ful spirit of willingness and co bach, ex-star Camp Adair sign the young—just that the child has —he finally got the vice-president whose cartoons have frequently operation. and is constantly being painter, ex-War department pro pleasure at new tastes. on the front pages. graced the Sentry's pages, sent 3. Clams. praised by ex-cadre man Pvt. Mar jectionist. currently involved in the i ♦ Add descriptive phrases: the kind along the illustration above. 4. Ingenue. tin. formerly of Ft. Belvoir and basic training mentioned above. of a guy who wears his seeks a Another name in the paper, an 5. In the parlor, eating bread and Camp Abbot engineer replacement second day. other reader. Oh. if we only had a honey. training centers. Vintine boon at th« Station ♦ There's nothing like a guerilla <. Yea Sincere, experiences! and warm- circulation department!! Hospital ar« 2-4 p m and 7-9 p-m. 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