ABBOT ENGINEER
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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.