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SOUTHERN OREGON MINER. Ashland. Oregon Lovely Tulip Apron In Colorful Applique See Here, Private Hargrove! by Marion Hargrove ON THE HOME FRON 5400 THE STORY SO FAR: Private Mario« Hargrove, former feature «älter of th« Charlotte (N. C.) News hai been I«- ducted Into the army and baa completed the first tew days of bls training at ramp. He has given prospective Inductees ad- vise to "paint the town red” before gelling Into the army and once tn he tells them that "the first three weeks are the hardest." He has gone through the experlenre of the army physical eaam, ha* been Sited with a nnlform. been classified as a cook and has had a good tatto of KP duty, in tact, he has had so much of the latter that hl* sergeant 1« beginning to despair. So It Private Hargrave. He hat completed a KP ses sion and returns to hi* quarters. CHAPTER III you can retain the lovely * beauty of the tulips by making this flower-like apron. Sprinkle it with vivid tulip-colored patchwork pieces. It will brighten your ap pearance with its dainty fresh ness. a a • To obtain pattern for Applique Tulip Apron (Pattern No. 5400) »end 15 cents and one cent for postage in coins for each pattern desired, your name, your address and pattern number. HOME NEEDLEWORK 149 New Montgomery St. Baa Francisco California ^MVegR^W tj E AV I the BJ P 11 EFAI with its beat rash misery, Sprinkle on Mexsana. for- merly Mexican Heat Pow- der. Costs little, and you save lots in larger Bisea. I tiptoed into the squadroom so that the sergeant wouldn't notice that I was wearing fatigue clothes. His voice rang out to me as I passed his door, and I slunk in guiltily. The sergeant’s face showed that ■he was hurt. "You were on KP again today, weren't you. Har grove?" I lowered my eyes and scuffed my toe against the floor. "Yes, sir.” "Oh, I get so discouraged some times," the sergeant said. "I try so hard to make something of you and what good does It do? Every time I go through the kitchen I see you in there scrubbing the sink! How many times have you been on KP this week?” "Only three times, sir,” I said, avoiding his eyes. "It was all the corporal's fault, sir.” I said, looking around to make sure that the corporal wasn't there to defend himself. "Just because I right-faced a few times when I was supposed to left-face, and I zigged when I should have zagged, and be cause I forgot and smoked in ranks —and a few other things like that.” "And,” said the sergeant shaking his head sadly, "you just turned’ around casually every time he or dered 'about-face.’ And you kept watching your feet all through drill. And you stayed out of step all morn- Production of Mints During the past 150 years, the mints of the United States have produced 19,559,000,000 coins, of which 10,892,000,000, or 56 per cent, were pennies. 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Hargrove,” be said, mopping his brow; "you're not sup posed to salute a non-commissioned officer—just go to bed.” Ing and you took those plowhand strides of yours and walked all over the man % front of you. And you sassed the drillmaster three times. And you generally spoiled the whole morning’s drill. Why can’t you be a good boy and learn the drills?” "I don't mean to be bad, sir,” I said. "And that’s another thing.” the sergeant moaned. "Why must you say ‘sir’ to the noncommissioned of ficers and forget to salute the com missioned ones?” He mopped his forehead wearily. "Do you know what the top sergeant told me to-, day?” “No, sir,” I said, twisting my cap and awaiting the worst "He said—and don’t ‘sir’ me—that when the battery commander had you on the carpet yesterday you stood there leaning on the table, and you shifted your feet eight times. And you saluted four times during his talk—and when you saluted you gave a European heel-click and bowed. And when the captain dis missed you, you told him, ‘Thank you, sergeant' and forgot to salute when you left.” “Was there anything else, sir?” I asked in a whisper. "That’s all, Hargrove," he said, wiping great drops of perspiration from his forehead. "Thank you, sir,” I said. I sa luted, clicking my heels, and turned to go. "Hargrove,” the tired voice said. "You're not supposed to salute a noncommissioned — Never mlntj, Hargrove. Just go to bed.” “Just look at me,” the exercise sergeant roars in a voice that would go four miles against the wind. "Just look! I weigh two hundred and eight pounds and I'm in the worst physi cal condition I've ever been in! I ought to be busted for the way I’ve allowed myself to get fat and flab by! I’m ashamed!” You look at the exercise sergeant and wonder what he's leading up to. To you he looks like the "after taking" part of a malted yeast ad vertisement. He could probably lick his weight in police dogs. His next statement explains ev erything. "Now I’m going to show you an exercise that’s so simple it’s almost ridiculous. Even I can do it Now, I don’t want to hear anybody down there admitting he's in worse shape than I am. If I can do it, you can do it—or elsel" He outlines the exercise and you begin wondering how a contortion ist happened to wind up at Fort Bragg. This self-styled "fat and flabby” calisthenics master doesn't have any knees or elbows. You stand there waiting to hear his spine fall apart under the strain, but he comes up all in one piece. "That's the way I want you boys to do it,” he says, beaming cheer fully. You begin to feel your face getDng gray and you wonder why a bolt of lightning doesn't come to deliver you from the prospective tor ture. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight One. Two—” The first three or four times are the hardest After that, you get the swing of it. It's really tame stuff, you decide. "The next exercise,” says the ser geant "is what we call the quar ter. half and full knee bend. It goes like this." He shows you. When you see it, the corners of your mouth go up in a sneer of derision (unless the corporal is looking). Ho Hum, you say to yourself. Why do they take up time with this play? "Exercise — one. two, three, four—” Quarter, half, full recover. Your knees get That Tired Feeling after the third time. After the sixth time, you feel your eyes getting glassy. After the ninth, you’re float ing in space. By the time the ex ercise is over, nothing matters any more. Before you have marched off the drill field you notice that you still haven't collapsed. In fact, you find to your disappointment that you're beginning to feel good. All lim bered up. Quarantine has been lifted for us of the July 17 contingency. If the sergeant wasn’t looking over my shoulder. I’d say it's about time. Before our release from isolation. Army style, I was able to get around and swap lies and gripes with ev ery one of the boys in our group. A little under 100 per cent of them came up with the same ac count, which reads as follows: "Our battery has the worst food in the Army. We've got the worst ser geant in the battery. No kidding, though, our platoon makes all the others look crummy. Here two weeks already and I haven't pulled KP or had the sergeant jump me a time yet Don't tell a soul, but I think they're going to make me a corporal." All of which is a lot of hot air. Actually, they’re fighting to get into the mess hall flFst at every meal. They're gaining weight and tanning where they used to blister. They're sassing their sergeants, who deplore them as the sorriest bunch of rookies they ever sweated over. Every one of them has been on KP at least once. Illi/Uli WYETjkSPEARS WYETfckS W M u «lavica R-i-t-l-e. It is used for the purpose of shooting. Primitive man, we are told, did not have n rifle. Primitive man was forced to bring down his supper with a knife, a «pear, a ■tone, a bow nnd arrows or hi« own little primitive hand».” I nodded automatically and paid scant attention to all this. I al ready knew IL "Today," he contiiftied, "civiliza tion has been improved upon to chairs covered with plain materia! or a fubric with un inconspicuous figure. The block shown here is eusy to piece. it should be lined with muslin and interlined with one layer of cotton sheet wudding. These three layers should be quilt ed together either with diamond quilting or with running stitches following the lines of the pieced pattern. Edges are bound with harmonizing bius tape. • T^HERE is endless fascination in * old-fashioned quilt blocks, and there are many modern ways to use them. They make marvelous table mats that really protect the finish of the table, and are being used for luncheon muts us well as foro ccasional tables. Pieced and quilted sets protect the bucks and arms of upholstered chairs and keep your new slip covers clcun. These sets also have unusual dec orative possibilities. Chair sets of this type are at their best on “In the first place yon can peel potatoes with a bayonet.” extent that—” and he went on and on. After that we began at the be ginning of the manual of trmi and took each command slowly. The corporal sweated for forty-five min utes. "Are there any questions now. Pri vate Hargrove?” I thought for a while. "Yes, sir," I said. “That is. 'yes, corpora).’ What use will I have for a rifle? I’m going to be a cook.” The corporal mopped hie brow. "Well. Private Hargrove.” he said, patting me lovingly on the shoul- der, "you'll And use for it Ha! ha! In the first | place, you can peel po- tatoes with a bayonet And In the second placi e—if you're as good a cook as you are a soldier—you’ll need it every day. After breakfast, lunch, and supper you'll need it to protect yourself from murder at the hands of your comrades in arms." "See here. Private Hargrove," the sergeant sighed. “Can't you try just once to do something right? Don’t you want to be a credit to the platoon? You don't want us to be the worst bunch in the battery after we've been the best for so long, do you?” "Please, sergeant," I begged him, "couldn't I just stay inside for this once? They'd never miss me at rifle inspection. I'd be very quiet and nobody would ever know." He ignbred the request. "Try hard to remember, private, these few simple things. When the officer reaches the man next to you, open the rifle. When he grabs your gun. don’t hang onto it or you'll have a bellyache for two weeks. When he throws it back to you, don't catch it with your chin. And when you get it back, snap the trigger, And heav- en help you if you ball thii thinf up!” The forces of Destiny placed me second in the front rank at inspec tion. We stood at attention for three minutes before the inspecting offi cer approached. For seconds after we brought our rifles up for inspec tion, a fly which seemed to be a lit tle larger than a June bug landed on my forehead. The sergeant shot a warning glance across my bow and I decided to humor the fly. It would go away soon. I told myself, al though I knew it wouldn't. The inspecting officer still had not begun his rounds. He was waiting for us to get off our guard. The fly demonstrated its impatience by stepping up to double-quick in its pacing. “Oh, if I only had you alone!” I thought. The itching nose became more insistent. A gnat made a three-point landing on it and began playing about the left nostril. I gave the sergeant a glance which said distinctly, "This can't go on much longer. Something's go ing to pop!" His return glance said, in italicized word«, "Bat just one eyelash and I’ll break your neck!” Suddenly the inspecting officer grabbed the rifle from the hand of Grafenstein, who stood beside me. His lightning swoop on the gun, cou pled with the speed with which Graf- enstein relinquished it, completely paralyzed me. An almost inaudible groan made me look at the sergeant. He was making furious grimaces at me and his face looked as if he was going to burst a blood vessel. He kept wagging his eyes down to the bolt of my rifle. A split second be fore the officer reached me, I man aged to pull the bolt. I could see the sergeant unload ing freight carloads of potatoes for me to peel. I could see the next weekend, with me restricted to quar ters while the rest of the platoon en joyed themselves in town. The officer reached me several lifetimes later. He looked at my face and sighed wearily. Then, with Infinite tenderness, he gqntly lifted the rifle from my grasp. He inspect ed it and handed it back to me as though he was laying a brick on an orchid or giving a hundred-pound weight to his aged grandmother. He sighed again and passed on to the next man, whose rifle he grabbed with the confidence that the man wouldn’t fall apart when he snatched By the time Congress says I may go home and be a mere civilian again, I suppose I'll be the best sol dier at Fort Bragg. At least I seem to get more individual attention than anyone else. Private tutoring, I al ways tell the boys. We were at work the other morn ing learning how to handle a rifle. The sergeant was putting us through our paces. "Hargrove,” he said with infinite sweetness, "where is the balance of your rifle?” "This is all the supply sergeant gave me, sir,” I said., "I thought it was all here.” The sergeant slapped his forehead and mumbled something furiously under his breath. "Wonder-child,” he said, "this (pointing) is the bal ance of your rifle. I can't imagine why they call it that, unless it's be cause when you hold the rifle there with one hand, it's balanced.” He then went on for a few minutes, ex plaining a few of the things I had still failed to master. “Now do you understand it?” he asked, beaming at me with a look made of all sweet accord. “No, sir,” I said. The sergeant sighed wearily. "Private Hargrove," he said, "right down by the next barracks there’s a group of young people who are prac ticing with rifles for the first time. They haven't had theirs for three days like you have. Run along down there and see if you can keep up with them.” I tried. There was some confu sion about the orders, however. At the end of a movement where I wound up with my rifle on my left shoulder, the rest of the detail had theirs on the right. I noticed als« that I usually finished a command long before the others. The sergeant in charge of the de tail commenced on this. "You know, Shorty,” he said, "you have all of these routines worked out much bet ter than the War Department was able to do them. Where It took them sixteen counts to complete the sixteen-count manual, you always manage somehow to complete it in twelve.” I was still blushing modestly when he called the corporal over. He said something to the corporal, who took me by the elbow and guided me gently around the building at a spot where, he said, the battery offi cers wouldn't see me drilling and thereby be discouraged. “This," he said, pronouncing each syllable slowly and distinctly, "is IL what we have come to call a rifle. (TO BE CONTINUED) • • NOTE Quilt block« also may ba made Into unuaual borders for curtains and luncheon cloth* Thera are complete di rection« tor pieced tiorder designs In BOOKS 5 and <1 of the srrlca offered with these article« BOOK ■ also «bow« an old «tar design pieced to make (ait holder«. Booklet« are IS cent« each Send requ«*la direct to: MKS. 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