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Pieframe Girl No
In Marine Corps
Wins Honor Awai
Perhans her constant associa
tion with uniforms had something
’o do with it. Perhaps her two
’•rothers in the Marines provided
the inspiration. But not so long
ige, Jearie McReynolds, who used
’o grace Post Hqs. in a secretarial
•apacity, joined the Women’s Ma
ine Corps.
Through her dad. E. G. McRey-
o'ldn. chief of civilian guards on
the Post, we learn that Jean is do-
;ng quite well, and proud papa
had a letter to show- us what he
meant.
“The Commanding Officer,” it
■ead, "takes great pleasure in ap
pointing you one of ten Honor Wo-
ncn of B Co., 28th Training Bn.
Your qualities of leadership, the
interest you have shown in your
initial military training, your apti-
•ude for the service and your acad-
■mic standing have all combined
o make you outstanding in your
’o. and to thereby bring you this
meritorious award.”
Jean—we learned from the let-
er that her first name is really
Annabelle—was the second girl to
■ose for our “Picture Frame Girl"
series (Aug. 5 Sentry) and a
mighty pretty picture she made.
>o. The Sentry "picture girls"
eem to have a way of getting on—
military, maritally or any other
vay.
,
Jean completes tra;ning April 22.
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Camp Adair Sem
Friday, April 21, 1944.
Page Twelve
♦ What do ysu write about when
you have 10 minutes to go, nothing
to. write about and a column to
fill.?
We had those lines already pound
ed out. They sounded strangely
tfanuhar. A quick thrash through
back files to the issue of August
13, 1943, showed why. The “corner”
•iiegan with iho.e identical wolds.
•It stunk all the way through that
time too. oh brother!
• What do you write about ? . . .
why, you blithering, dodder-headed,
censured idiot . . . we’ve done it
again!
♦ WE NEARLY FORGOT THAT
TODAY IS OUR BIRTHDAY!
The Sentry, we mean. At the top
of page 1 you will note this is Vol.
3 No. 1, of your Post servant. To
day the Sentry begins its third
Year of existence us a cantonment
newspaper. On August 11, pro
vided that we are-still circulating,
we wiil begin our third year as a
GI Army paper. It was in August
of 1942 that the Sentry was re
moved from the good civilian cus
todianship of Don Wilson of Cor
vallis and placed entirely in the
hands of Army p> r mnel for writ
ing and editing.
♦ When Augi t 11 rolls round, in
the event it finds this amiable pa
still clutteiing up your Fridays
i.s the intent to put our research
department to work and come up
with one thing which we believe
will be significant f< r the many
who have spent what feels like a
helluva long time on this Post. We
mean a history, as complete as we
THIS LOVELY CREATURE up a tree is nore other than Grace \ndrew, who brought a lot
can make it and as accurate, of
of the beauty of Minneapolis with her when she came to t amp Adair to live in Albany and work at
Camp Adair.
Post Engineers. Grace is 23, S*j’ tall, weighs in at 115 and her eyes are plain downright green. Her
hobby is knitting—r.ot necessarily for Britain but for herself and hubby. Teel Charles S. Andrew
A lot of men hâve come and have
of the 91st Division. Among other hobbies, she likes to dance, but she admitted after this picture
gone through these portals, Few,
was taken she is not particularly fond of climbing trees.
perhaps, who have gone will come
back.
But our paper, as letters from
here.to heligoland indicate, is now
performing its small destiny to
By S Sgt. Leonard Michelson
GIs — and to families of GIs who I
Timmons shivered in the rain at 0200 ;. nd sighed. “This is a fine way to celebrate a
are here or have been here — in
many parts of the world.
birthday, guarding a bridge. When I think of Kansas in the spring, and a pretty girl
That it is apparently well-re and flowers—”
ceived and well-read is a matter
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"And tornadoes and floods," ad *
of pleasure and pride to us. And ded Aniodio, “Fire off a flare:
from the rear. "Has anybody gotta
An umpire came up. "Y'ou men
of comfort. For there are times somebody’s making a racket down
copy of FM 7-10?” he asked. “The report to your company immediate
I guess with all of us, when un there." The results were excellent.
colonel said to held here at all costs ly for reorganization."
certainty besets and we wonder A bunch of engineers froze into
“No sleep?" asked Timmons.
“is this little thing I am doing uneasy silence, and Timmons hap so what do we do now?”
“No sleep,” replied the umpire.
worthwhile? Why don’t 1 do pily blasted away at enemy squad ty-four of the enemy had come up
“Hxve You t—v«..;«« and Stuff” “There’s no time."
tnore?”
trying to sneak across the bridge.
The Kansan muttered to himself.
The officer in charge replied.
“ Next
X-'-»» year," •• said
Sgt. Rodick.
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"Rain,
mud, no sleep. A happy
"We
have
you
covered
with
a
• Yes, we will develop for that “maybe you’ll be able to celebrate
machine gun. three BAR» and a birthday. Nuts. I should have
issue u history, The back-log of at home.”
lot of other stuff. Now surren been born five years later."
any man. or of any group or of
"Another year of this and I’ll der or else."
any camp might seem
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trivial these be so moss-eaten and tired cut I
“It would look better if we were I Somebody, Somewhere
days, when the very history of won't be a hie to celebrate, I’m
all casualties," said Timmons. "We Has Managed to Lose
universe is being r written in hard- aging rapidly."
would then be obeying the colonel. One Drum, Civil V/ar
ship ami blood by r the fighting men
Many i.'appv Returns
of nearly all the nations through-
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“Many happy returns of the And we could fill our foxholes and
out the world.
Have you seen a Civil War drum
day." said the leader of the en- go get some sleep. How aliout it,
Yet it is not trivial. Nothing that emy squad. "Now come along; sir?"
lying around anywhere?
reflect* upon your own life is trivial we are capturing you guys."
"Okay, you’re all wiped out.
If so, please notliy the Sentry,
tn you. And nothing that is big
"Thanks.” «aid the joy of the Many happy returns of the day.” as the Post Public Relations Of
and encompassing to you and stays 173 th. "but we killed you coming
“That." said Timmons to Aniodio, ficer has a letter from R. G. Hub
with you awhile (oh. Camp Adair!) over the bridge. And we wilt not “is a fine wish. Every week I get bard. Northwest Editor of the Port
can help but leave impress upon be captured by such a little
.nocked off and he wishes me to land Journal, advising that some
you As we look back we realise bunch. Do you want us to lock oe happy about it."
officer of Camp Adair, who com
that much has really happened here. cheap?"
“Never mind." said Sgt. Rodick. plained that he had no drum, was
This is a big cantonment. Divisions
The enemy withdrew and Amodio “we boys have gotten together and given this drum by Mias Louise
have come and trained »nd gone. asked. “Well, if you were back in because we like you so much, we | Linthicum, prominent Portland Red
Attached troops from many places I Kansas what would you do? Only have something for you. Of course I Cross worker.
have called this their home for a I I’ll take Brooklyn.”
you realize that it is difficult be
Now this drum would indeed be
while. In its span already this ' “Well.” replied Timmons. “1 hear ing out in the woods. So with our I interesting to locate, particularly
Post lias made an imprint upon the I there ia a liquor shortage, so boot bvt we present you with this cake." i if we had the original drummer
•sen who have been in it and upon legging vrvuld be a good business. Timmons received a large round l to go with it. Anyone knowing the
* scare of communities near it,
chunk of mud with 19 empty cart- I . whereabouts of a drum which looks
which will endure for manv years. , only it ia illegal.”
r i^i I stuck on top.
like a Civil War drum (whatever
“Maybe they will pass a law
I a Civil War dram looks like) notify
Such Sediment!
Yes. we will write a history.
I making it lawful." said Amodio.
"Buch sentiment deeply the Sentry, and well do something
♦ We’ve no funny story today. We | “By the way, we are surrounded touches me," said Tim mon-
I*. "Im . about it.
agine a carps« receiving such a I P. S —• Hubbard s letter also
do have thanks for the words of I again.”
Timmons looked up and saw thir- beaut if al cake. Yea are a fine ■ stated that the officer who has the
high praise sent our way by Michael
Brooks, editor of the Vancouver j Chalk-u«r a?ie« as. New. in the beach of fellows." He w atched I drum also presumably had on« of
Barracks newspaper and are proud parlance, we must go. The Sentry while the rain melted the mad J th« best-drilled outfits at Camp
ha hi» hands.
Adair.
that you
unxiehng The must be "put tn bed'*
ou con»aler
consider HHkWuif
Timmons Celebrates a Birthday
Sgt. Daniel Boone
Cmm Cooke, Calif. (ALNS) —
ir*t Srt. Daniel H. Boone, a direcc
’eacendart of the famous hunter,
voedman and eatlv settler of that
name, is the top non-com of Co. B.
’.2nd Tank Battalion, at Camp
Cooke. He is winding up 11 years
of service in the United States
Army, a part of which was with
the Second Cavalry Regiment, in
which his great-great-great grand
father. Nanthaniel Boone (son of
the original Daniell, served in 1840
as a lieutenant colonel, with active
service in the Mexican war.
Hospital Patients
Like 'SS on Air/
Mon. KWIL B' cast
“Special Service on the Air,” the
Trailblazer program for the men
in Station Hospital, broadcast
over Station KWIL. Albany, 1915
every Monday evening, is getting
plaudits from patients of the
wards, reports 70th Special Service
Officer Maj. Harvey Blythe, under
whose direction the quarter-hour
program of music and fun is pre
sented.
Musical numbers are those re
quested by men in the hospital.
Each week a unit of the Division
is featured, and next Monday eve
ning the 275th Infantry will be
guests on the program.
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♦ Understand the Russians are
discarding the “Internationale” as
their national anthem — probaoiy
composing a tune that the Nazis
can dance to!
♦ Those European goverr-wnts ia
exile are like dummies in bridge
a seat in the game but nn cards!
♦ Some men take their e petieace
with poison oak in atai Je - but
othera get pretty much puffed up
about it!
♦ Breathes there a Ci with a roul
so dead who newer baa to himself
hath said: This !. TS—M!xiV-
—the «"a%^-af!-. a?"*?..«n«!!