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About Abbot engineer. (Camp Abbot, Or.) 1943-1944 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 4, 1943)
ABBOT ENGINEER Page- Six W acs May Choose Station After Basic Training Officers' Wives To Wrap Gifts FOR BETTER OR VERSE OBJECTIVE: Soldier I have to live with myself and ho ; 1 want to he fit for m yself to know. I want to be able as days go by, A lw ays to look m yself straight in the eye. 1 don't want to stand by the set ting sun, And hate m yself for the tilings I ’ve done. I want to go out with my head erect, 1 want to deserve all men’s re spect. And here in the struggle for V IC TO R Y, A soldier is all I w ant to be! By .Ngt. Clive Kedig Supply Co. S C I- Have you heard about Odelia the kvetch W ho came to Camp Ablxit to get a ketch, But nobody asked her out Poor, poor Odelia. breeze That chills you every night. Recruits enlisting in the W o W e’re the boys who dress In men’s A rm y Corps will have the OD's privilege o f specifying the Ser Earning our meager pay, vice Command in which they Guarding the folks with millions wish to be stationed after com For a buck six bits a day. pletion of their initial training, said an announcement today Ours is a very great mission from the headquarters of Maj. Where the white tops touch the blue, Gen. David McCoach, Jr., Com manding General of the Ninth Training, teaching, and some times wishing’ Service Command, at Fort Doug This whole darn mess w ere las, Utah. thru. Also, under the new plan each recruit will be assured that she But the Oregon winds keep will be recommended for an in blowing itial assignment* to - one of 20 And at times it’s hard to stand, occupational fields, dept1 rifling Hell! folks, w e’re not convicts upon her civilian experience, ap W e’re defenders of the land. titude and skill, and the needs o f the service. • i W e build the bridges on water or mud Then tear them down again, And goes where’er I roam; But I sure will do my damndest Learning by sweating, to save our blood To beat my dog tag home. — Anonymous. For the day on no man’s land. F or GIs who enjoy Christmas si opping, but dread the thought ol packing gifts and preparing a package for mailing, they need w orry no longer. A group o f o fficers’ wives have volunteered to serve daily each week until Christmas wrapping packages a id giving advice as how best to pack a g ift box. The ladies started this service Tuesday afternoon at the Serv ice club and will be there daily thereafter, between 2 and 1 p.m. Following is the schedule: On Tuesdays and Thursdays Mrs. V in. T. P a s c o e , Mrs. James W hite, Mrs. Lilburn P. Slaman, Mrs. Warren Meyers, Mrs. H arry V '. Horton and Mrs. Johnie M. H aile w ill be on duty Wednes- d ty. scheduled fo r each Friday a o Mrs. Carl E. Strong, Mrs. M erril A. Pimentel. E very Satur- d ly w ill find Mrs. Aubrey H. Pond, Mrs. Edward B. Pond, Mrs. Marvin C. Wilson and Mis. W alter H. Zwick on the job. Mrs. Strong and Mrs. Pimentel \ ill also do duty on Monday to- g lher w i t h Mrs. W illiam K. 1 noedelseder and Mrs. Murray (i. Packard. A l tractive Christmas wrap ping paper, ribbon and stickers v. ill be furnished by the Post Exchange. Saturday, December 4, 1943 This is the best pin up picture of the year. Need more be said? The girl is Universal's Ramsey Ames and the photographer was Ray Jones. The photo was selected as first prize winner from hundreds of entries in the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences third annual Hollywood studio still photography show. Tho she was ready each nite VV’itli all her paraphernalia. and the battle w e have won, I ’ll be back to see you and w e'll all have lots o f fun. Then one nite our heroine’s So wi th this final parting heart and with this last farewell, Did flutter and flitter Someone had stolen into the You can bet your bottom dollar that I think you all are swell. dark barracks By Pvt. Clarence P. Matson 3rd Pltn, 51st Bn. And whole-heartedly kissed her. CO NCENTR ATIO N Came the moon out in full Twenty three hundred soldiers Fell her heart, like a student on the twenty four hundred cook’s biscuit bus, How could she know in the One put his hands in his pockets dark and he startl'd an awful fuss, It was Daisy Mae, the W ac’s W ith every arm against an arm, puppy mascot. and ears that had no clear From D-59 ance, A C l jam beats a sardine can, TO THE BOYS A M ) G IR LS I for perseverence, K N E W S O W EI I. Our hero's pass could not be With tHis sudden parting, found, the search grew wild and with this sad good-by and bolder, I really hate to leave you He wiggled like a pollywog, with and this is sure no lie. his blouse tails on his shoulder. You were so good to me Each time an elbow went askew, and you were so kind, the crowd rolled like a wave. I always will remember With windows, seats, and fold the friends I left behind. ing dual's, decidedly concave. At last a great light dawned on I must go to help my country him, c o n t o r t e d was his the country that I love so, stance, But 1 do hate to leave you, His hands were out o f l>ounds. t lint I want you to know. bolo, he was in the wrong guy's pants. When this war is over A cheer rose on the stuffy air, the war could now go on. Our man, you see, showed the MP, a cigarette coupon. And so at last to camp again, came the brave company. And slowly was unwound, each weary head and knee. But there in the far corner, was a grease spot, nothing more, An OD dress round it at rest, against the sagging door. Then suddenly, it spoke a word. “ Oh h a r k , my poor sad sack,” The little grease spot mumbled. “ I list'd to he a W A C ." Product o f a fadinic mind. Sgt. Gordon J. Hatert. MV IKK i TAG A N D MF! As I lay down to sleep last night I heard my dog tag say: “ Don't worry. I'm your friend, my lad. I ’m with you night and day. And if death should over part us. Don't let it make you Hu*». For I'll prave that I am faithful By going home for you." Now it's true my dog tag's faithful. Some folks care not if w e’re A IN 'T W H A T IT USED TO BE living This used to be a he-man camp, Not many give a damn, W ith troops o f cavalry; They feel secure in knowing that Look what they went and made j we of it— A re nephews o f Uncle Sam. A cockeyed Hennery! i Just call us boys of Am erica There used to be a Post E x A ll members of one big staff, change Who, even though the work is W here I could go to quaff gruesome A can or two o f Steiner Brew Can find the time to laugh. To top the day's work off. For the duration we must stand Now, when I want to take a it drink, . Until our job is done, It gives my soul a jar VVe'll train the men at Abbot To have to go and line up to To sink the rising sun. A sissy Soda Bar! —Sgt. Paul J. Monda. Hq. Det., 12th E T Gp. There used to be a barber shop W here I could go and set And chew the fat or read a page O f the Police Gazette. Until the man said, “ You’re next, S «rge! A hair-cut or a shave?” Now, all they ask is, “ Henna rinse? Or just a finger w ave?” The shelf I used to go to To buy my saddle soap Is cluttered up with lipstick, rouge And “ Blood-Red” toenail dope. It makes me blush a poppy red— I do it every time To see the Wotehu-callum things They hang out on the line. I used to love the women. But not a whole battalion! I love ’em still, but when I do I want ’em one by one. — W A C Weekly, Fort Oglethorp, Ga. CAM P ABBOT IS THE SITE Here in the west ’neath tall pine trees Camp Abbot is the site, W here dust is free as the Oregon New Army Shoes Will Require No Elbow Grease Believe it or not, but the new shoes made from Quartermas ter specifications will require no polishing. B e s i d e s depriving soldiers of this duty, GIs will find the shoes more comfortable be cause ilie smooth, grain side of the leather will be next to the feet. The shoes will replace all others, except special-purpose service shoes, and are made with the flesh side of the leath er on the outside. This per mits the al*sor|»tioii of more waterproof dressing, and a f fords greater comfort to the w earer, the QM Corps claims. La Grange, 111. (C N S ) — A r thur Taylor sent seven sons o ff to war. He hoped his eighth, Ed ward, 18, wouldn’t have to go. Then one night Edward died in his sleep o f a heart attack.