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SOUTHERN OREGON MINER, Ashland, Oregon See Here, Vívate Hargrove! 'T'HESE orange crate bedside * tables are useful and easy to make; they are very decorative, too, when fitted out as illustrated. These were lined with green oil cloth cut, fitted and pasted, as shown. The full skirt pieces were tacked to the top of the sides and lapped a few inches around the back. A top cover with a 3-inch frill was then added. The bed spread is trimmed with 5-inch frills of the muslin and 1-inch straight bands over seams and for the monograms. • • • NOTE—These bedside tables are from BOOK 7 which also contain 31 other thrifty home making ideas. BOOK 2 con tains a complete alphabet for making monograms similar to the one Illustrated. Books are IS cents each. Send your or der to: CLASSIFIED DEPARTMENT by Marion Hargrove THK STORY SO FAR: Private Marton Rargrove. late of lhe editorial »taff of the Charlotte (N. C.) News, has been lad acted Into the army, rlasslSed as a rook and has spent a large share of hl* “spare” moments oa KF duty. He has taken Ume out, however, to advise pros pective doughboys to “paint the town red” before Induction and ooce la the army to “keep an open mind” as the “drst three weeks are the hardest." His constant assignment to KP Is lhe de spair of bls sergeant who believes Har grove will never learn to bo a crack soldier. His last experience was a ride tos portion In which ho fared badly. Now he begins a new episode concerning ad vancement tn rank. i According to the sergeant, the guard is instructed to give the “halt” order three times and then shoot. Over-enthusiastic rookies from the back counties, he said, had been known to go like this: “Halt halt halt! Ka-POWI” (You can believe it or leave it; I never question what the sergeant says.) There was one rookie guard, he said, who halted him, questioned him and allowed him to pass. Aft er he had gone several steps, the sentry again shouted, “Halt!” Ser geant Taylor came back and want- ed to know—politely, of course— how come. “My orders,” said the guard, “say to holler 'Halt' three CHAPTER IV times and then shoot. You're Just Selectee .Joseph G- Gantt, late of on your second halt now!” The other popular expression is Liberty, South Carolina, came out for reveille this morning with a grin the come-a-running call that goes you could have used for a foot rule. up the line to the guardhouse when He held both his arms against the a guard takes a prisoner or “meets front of his shirt in a queerly any case not covered by instruc strained posture and blushed happi tion” (General Order No. 9>. If the ly every time someone looked at guard is on the seventh post, he sings out, “Corporal of the guard! him. Post number seven!" The guard on •The heat's got the boy,” I told the sixth post picks up the cry and Gene Shumate. “Looks like the best it goes down the line like that ones always go first” There's the story about the officer “That ain't the heat” said Cookie. of the day who questioned a new sen “He seems to have a cramp in his try, as officers of the day frequently arms.” We looked at Citizen-Soldier do in order to test the sentries. Gantt's arms again. Then, for the "Suppose.” the OD asked, "that you first time, we noticed two shining shouted ‘halt" three times and I stripes on each sleeve. Citizen-Sol kept going, what would you do?” dier Gantt was a corporal now! The guard was apparently “Heavens to Betsy,” we shouted stumped by the question. Finally he In unison for his benefit. “Is that answered. “Sir, I'd call the corporal punk a corporal?” Corporal Gantt of the guard." acknowledged the tribute by Joyful The officer of the day gloated. ly changing his color to a holiday “Aha!” he said. “So you'd call the corporal of the guard, would you? And Just why would you call the corporal of the guard?” This time the answer was prompt and decisive—and correct. "To haul away your dead body, sir!” Heroes are born, not made. PHOTO FINISHING BEAUTIFUL 4x6 PICTURES from 11« » 130 negatives. 3i«x4*e from aU smaller sizes. 3Hc EA. Rolla 8 exp. 30c—13 exp. 45c—16 exp. 60c—36 exp. S1.3S. Get price on enlarge, on portrait paper, copies made from old. new pict. OVERNITE SERVICE. PACIFIC PHOTO SERVICE r. O. Bex 0««-Z, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIF. Many Washington Counties Washington is the name most used for counties. 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Irritable, blue at times—due to the functional “middle-age" period In a woman’s life—try Lydia X. Pinkham's Vege table Compound—the best-known medicine you can buy today that’s made espectaUy for women. Pinkham's Compound has helped thousands upon thousands of wom en to relieve such annoying symp toms. Follow label directions. Pink ham's Compound la worth trying! In the Right Nothing deters a good man from what is right.—Seneca. WNU—13 2«—43 Watch Your Kidneys/ “Heavens to Betsy,” we shouted tn unison for his benefit. “Is that punk a corporal?” red. The grin widened until his ears hung perilously on the brink of his lips. It took him half the morn ing to sober his spirits to working conditions. Corporal Gantt has been in the Army exactly four months. He had been an acting corporal for three weeks before he got his stripes. Heaven grant him strength for the ordeal ahead. The term “buck private” was ex plained to us this afternoon. It re fers to the Old Army Game, “pass ing the buck.” The sergeant is first called on the carpet for a mistake In his platoon. The sergeant seeks out the corporal and gives him a dressing-down. The corporal passes the buck by scalding the ears of the private. The private doesn’t even have a mule to kick, so he can't pass the buck any farther. He keeps it That makes him a buck private. The Army, I find, has many subtle ways to trap the unwary into vol unteering for work. First there was the sergeant over at the Reception Center who came through the recre ation hall one afternoon calling for “Private Smith.” Four men an swered. All four were put to work picking up cigarette stubs. On the call, "Anybody In here know how to handle a truck?” don’t speak up. The last three were seen later pushing a hand truck up the battery street to haul rifle racks. Corporal Henry Ussery is to date the most dangerous conscriptor. This week he came into the squadroom to ask if anyone was good at short hand. Three citizen-soldiers admit ted that they were. “Report to the kitchen," the cor poral laughed. “The mess sergeant says he's shorthanded on dishwash ers.” —m— "One of the most solemn and re sponsible trusts of a soldier,” Ser-1 geant "Curly” /Taylor said today, “is his guard duty.” Sergeant Tay lor, who has been in the Army for nineteen years and probably knows more about guard duty than any man in Fort Bragg, is teaching us about guard duty now. The soldier is called to this duty about once a month. For a twenty- four-hour period, he is on two hours, and off four hours, and he “walks his post in a military manner,” guarding the peace and possessions and safety of a part of the post. He is responsible only to a corporal of the guard, a sergeant of the guard, an officer of the day, and his commanding officer. The guard, or sentry, is known chiefly to the reading and movie going public by two expressions, “Halt, who goes there?” and "Cor poral of the guard! Post number three!” The former, Sergeant Tay lor said with his best poker-face, has given the Army considerable worry at times. There’s one Job here that is noth ing but goldbricking in itself. That's the latrine orderly detail. You go to work after lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon watching the Are in the water heater and feeding it reg ularly—every two hours. The next morning you sweep and mop the washroom and spend the rest of the time until lunch watching the fire again. All in all, you lead a lazy, carefree existence. There was a slip-up somewhere yesterday. I was latrine orderly instead of a KP. It was probably the mess sergeant’s idea. The boys started out after lunch for an afternoon of drilling in the warm Carolina sunshine and learn ing to drive trucks across ditches. An hour later, I decided to take a casual look at the boiler. When I opened the furnace-room door, a blast of Strong brownish smoke struck me to the ground. I lay there for several minutes, tapping my forehead thoughtfully, while more smoke poured out. When it still hadn't slackened aft er five minutes, I crawled under the layer of smoke to the boiler. There the sickening vapor was, pouring nonchalantly through clinks in the door. “Don’t come telling me about it,” said Sergeant “Ma” Davidson. "Take out the pipes and clean them. All of them.” I had to see the top sergeant to get my instructions. When I re turned to Sergeant Davidson I was happy again. “Ma,” I told him, “the top kick says for you to supervise the Job.” The sergeant was furious with rage and frustration. I grabbed a screw driver and he grabbed Private Dow ner, who had a black mark by his name for not wearing his identifica tion tag. The three of us started work. First, put out the fire in the boiler. Shake it down, throw ashes on it. It still bums. Shake it down more, throw sand on it. Still burns. Close the bottom door, shake it down more, throw ashes and sand on it. Curse it. After too long, it dies. The man who devised the system for connecting an indoor boiler and an outdoor chimney should be parched with his own pipes and stuffed with oily soot. Unscrew a pipe, lift it gently, coax it from its socket. Easy does it. Careful there. When you have it almost out, inhale for your sigh of relief. Crash! The whole network of pipes bounces off the floor scat tering ashes and soot over half the battery area. After half an hour of scrubbing and wiping the interior regions.of all the pipes, they’re ready to go up again. All but one of them are in place and the last one is ready to be fitted. Careful there! Easy, now! Watch out! Catch it! CRASH! The boys come in from the drill field at 4:30 and head for the show ers. There is no hot water. "Get a load of that Hargrove,” they fume, in an unnecessarily nasty manner. "He gets a Job where all he has to do is throw a shovel of coal on the fire every two hours. And then when we come in, there ain’t no hot water. There ain’t even no fire. Throw the bum out.” —m- I grinned weakly as I reported to the supply sergeant for work. “You must be that nice Sergeant Thomas W. Israel I’ve heard so many nice things about.” "No, little man," he said. "I’m the nice Sergeant Israel you've been bäwu running your loud mouth about. I'm the nice sergeant who always gives you the wrong clothing sizes and hides your laundry and does all those awful things you've been tell ing about me." "So help me, sergeant," I pro tested. “I never named thee but to praise. Somebody's been trying to poison your mind against me." "I am also the nice sergeant.” he said, "who is going to let you earn your seventy cents today. Take off your fatigue blouse, my man, and prepare to sweat Today we make progress. We are going to unpack rifles.” It seems to me that when the manufacturer prepares to pack a box of Army rifles, his cruel streak comes out at its worst. From the look of the rifles, he has his three- year-old daughter prepare a com pound of molasses, pitch, and used motor oil—the gooier the better. He slings each gun into the resulting mess, sloshes it around for a while, and then lays it neatly into the box. You use a swab about the size of a tablecloth to wipe the grease from the rifle. When you're halfway through the first rifle, you have to use the gun to wipe the grease from the cloth. When you have finished, you need a large coal shovel to wipe the grease off yourself. There is nothing so conducive to itching as the inability to scratch. Just when the molasses-pitch-axle grease mixture covers your bsnd to the point where you can’t see the outlines of the fingers, that left nos tril starts tingling. At first it itches only a little and you decide to suf fer it So you don't wipe your hands on the seat of your trousers. In stead you pick up another rifle and your hand sinks to the elbow in the goo which wraps it This is the stage where your nose gets peevish and impatient and decides to Itch in earnest. Finally, you decide to give in. You wipe your hands—an operation which takes a good three or four minutes for satisfactory results. You lift your hand to scratch your nose, only to find that your nose isn’t itching any more. I was doing fairly well this morn ing, even when you take the itch into consideration, until the mess sergeant happened to stroll by. "Hello, little man.” he sings gaily, with a horrible gleam in his eyes. "You've not been around to see me for a long time. Aren't mad, are you?" I look at my hands, at the rifle, at the old shoe, and at the mess ser geant I hold my tongue. Health is wealth. 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They never spoke, but each watched the other. One man left work daily at four o’clock. The other toiled on till six or later. Some months passed. Then the harder-working of the two ap proached the other. "I beg your pardon,” he said, "but do you mind telling me how Mind’s Sweetness you can clean up your work every Let thy mind's sweetness have day at four o’clock?” its operation upon thy body, "Not at all," said the other man clothes, and habitation.-Georg« "When I come to a tough piece Herbert. of detail, I mark it, ’Refer to Mr. Smith.’ I figure that, in a depart ment as large as this, there is sure 4o be a Mr. Smith. And 1 must be right; those papers never Th* anapplaar aeoaonlng known, and come back.” Ilia world'* n**t wld*<y dlatrlbutod food produrt1 A dash of thia piquant The harder worker started to re aaiaro glvaa ■ rare flavor to any food. move his coat. TABASCO —thaaaaaonlng aecrot of "Brother,” he said, "prepare for nutatar claafa for naura than 75 yanral action. 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"If he gave him what he gave me when I got called up, it has four letters, starts with an h and ends with an 1." The sergeant closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. "Oxford isn’t a sore thumb to the platoon like you are," he groaned. "Oxford got a bright red stripe to wear around his sleeve.” "Oxford’s no fireman," I told him. “You’re dern right he ain’t,” said the sergeant. "Starting with today, Oxford and Zuber and Roff and MacieJewski and Pappas and Mihai- akakos are acting corporals!” I knew there must be a moral to all this, so I waited for him to go on. "Now, why couldn’t you have been one of those six boys?” he asked. (TO BE CONTINUED) HULMAN AI MO 1 ì Ask Mother, She Knows: Clobber Girt goes with the best of ovorylhing, for baking. COM A N WHOLE GRAIN Kellogg's Com Flakes are restored to whole grain nutritive value of Thiamin (Vitamin Bi), Niacin and Iron, as rec ommended by the U. S. Official Nutrition Food Rules. 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