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Show THE BULLETIN, BINGHAM CANYON. UTAH 5&3 See Here, ?g ) Private Hargrove! nC "-- r-r bu Marion Hargrove .."swti ft 1 u quarters Battery. Please be present or we will beat your head in." It was the day before my furlough, se I got the general drift. The vul-tures who were contributors to the furlough would probably stand around frowning and figure out some sort of budget for my vacation. I could picture the blue-nose- d demons slashing away at my enjoyment The meeting had an unexpectedly small attendance: Maury Sher, mess sergeant ef Battery D of the Third and chairman of the ways and means committee of the Union; Pri-vate Busheml, principal stockholder and president; and Private First Class Thomas James Montgomery Mulvehill, chaplain. Private Mulvehill beamed. "Ser-gea- nt Hart sends his regrets. He has a heavy heavy In Llllington. He Is with us in spirit, though." "Come In, drip," said Busheml. Sergeant Sher got down to busi-ness. "I've got to hand It to you, son," he said. "Gone through this much of the month and still haven't tried to get any of your furlough money back from the chaplainl We're all proud of you." "Shucks," I blushed. " 'Twern't nothin. I was able to bum ciga-rette here and there." "McGee." said Mulvehill. clearing his throat, "you leave tomorrow for New York, where there are many snares to trap the unwary. Don't buy any gold watches in the park or any stolen furs anywhere. You know, I presume, about buying the Brooklyn Bridge." "Now, we don't have any restric-tions about the way you use your money," said Busheml "Only last time you spent too much money on n ... I E STORY SO FAR: Private Marloa l!;fov former newspaper featnra edt-- ' u keen Inducted Iota the army U Maring his compleUoa f haste ,Jttaf at Fort Brass. N. C Ha has m classified as cook and In addition attora t master soma of tha ranea-- - als el army training hava resulted audderabl extra KP duty for him. also learned tha aner palate ! hriekinf" "shooting thebraexa." avreve has becoma editor of a section (t camp paper and these duties have him away from a lecture sarles. ! pick op the story, his sergeant Is -- .Ing Urn anca mora te KP tot this !e ettosu Hargrove Is trying U explain, o! peaks: iej CHAPTER XTf Sergeant, for days I round up j from battery reporters. There f lways too much or too little. ;fa there Is too little, I have to what Is needed. When there o much, I have to choose which sry reporter is going to borse-m- e for leaving his copy out. "he chaplain Is right up the Jt," the sergeant said, then I have to edit all the copy, At all classified military lutein-ize and take out all nasty cracks rrt sergeants. Then I have to e headlines for all the stories place them in whatever space tn find for them. Then I must everything up into pretty little .This is tedious and nerve-Jto- f work." Hlie chaplain will give you a JnJpathetic ear," the sergeant said. will give you only KP. Does ""Thing you are saying relate to rft we're talking about why you Wt to the mess hall yesterday rnoon?" S waa getting around to that, ser-i- t On the day before the paper -s-ued, I have to go Into Fayette- - I to keep a careful watch over I printers, to see that they don't "Third Regiment news on the Regiment page. If I am 8th they may even mix head-an- d put church notices under I dee Club Activities.' It is neces-Jth- at I be there." "a aergeant coughed. "I feel Jou, Private Hargrove; I deeply athize. I wouldn't think of put-Ijjyo- u o on KP " sy,.'OU wouldn't?" I gasped eager-s- et .J en't Interrupt," the sergeant "As I was saying, I wouldn't T: of putting you on KP if you !t committed a breach of etl-e- h by failing to RSVP the lnvi-Yo- u didn't tell us you weren't da;ng. Or why." if (a '!waa dozing peacefully at my Jjjrtter the other morning when tvf came a knock on my elbow -- ra bright young voice shouted i il" at me. I looked up into the ah, cheerful, and unquenchably Miihievous face of the boss daugh-sMls- s Sidney Winkel, age four, i Si , It isn't nice to stick out your tongue." She emphasized her state-ment by paralyzing my wrist with her fist and sticking her tongue out at me. "Let's have no unnecessary vibra-tions, McGee," said the Lieuthom-a- s, looking up reproachfully over hla glasses. "Coffee is five cents the cup." He beamed at her. She beamed back at him. "I have seven boy friends," she said, raising one forefinger delicate-ly and rubbing the other against it in a highly Jeering gesture. "I have seven boy friends and you're not one of them and you're not anybody's boy friend." She hit me this time on the elbow and I made a horrible face at her. "Myaaah," I said. "Who wants to be your boy friend anyway?" "I wish you wouldn't blow smoke," she said. "It makes me cough and it's not nice to smoke anyway. Old cigarettes!" I wearily crushed my last ciga-rette in the ash tray. "Women, the eternal reformer," I sighed. "It wasn't like this in the Old Army." Miss Sidney Winkel took off her sailor cap and arranged her big red hair ribbon. "You're a nasty old thing and you're not nice like Johnny and Tom and Lieutenant Meek and Captain Wilson and all my other boy friends," she said. After a pause she added, airily, "And Ma-jor Long and Captain Quillen, too." "Myaah," I sighed, wrinkling my nose more violently. "Oh there's Johnny," she sudden-l- y cried, "and he's going to take my picture and" She tripped off with a bewitching smile for Busheml and a running line of babble. "No punctuation," I said to Mul-vehill. "It's a woman's world, McGee," he said, reaching for another slice of toast. . "Get him away from me, Bu-sheml!" roared Private Thomas James Montgomery Mulvehill. "He's got that gleam In his eye. Get him away!" "You're Just being difficult. Lieu-thomas- ," I told him. "Just sit down and relax." The Lieuthomas laid his enormous frame on the bunk and started slapping his knees in utter despair. "What kind of deal are you try-ing to swindle this time?" he asked. "Let's be reasonable, Private Mul-vehill," I said, patting him reassur-ingly on the shoulder. "As you know, I am now working on Captain Winkel's sympathies to get a fur-lough sometime in February . . . the first half of February." "I know what's coming," he screamed. "And I won't do itl I can't do it!" "Now, as you know, furloughs are laden with little expenses neces-sary little expenses. To help me along with the load. Sergeant Sher and Private Bushemi have already made philanthropic little loans. I have your name on my honor roll here, Lieuthomas. What's the do-nation?" The Mulvehill cringed and edged away. "What do you need from me?" "Well," I estimated, "I should say that ten dollars." "Great gods and refugee chil-dren," he gasped. "Ten dollars he says yetl Why don't you ask me for my life's blood? Six dollars he owes me already and now he's asking oh, I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Take him away I" "My life's blood," he moaned. "Where's the six I lent you two months ago?" "That was only five weeks ago," I reminded him gently, "and I've already paid two of that back. Three weeks ago I paid it back." "Yeah," he protested, "but you borrowed it back the next day." He rose and paced the floor. "What are they doing to me? My life's blood they would draw from my veins? Thirty-si- x measly little dollars a month I make and he wants ten dollars! Maybe Fm Win-thr- Rockefeller I should lend out ten dollars a clip! Thirty-si- x dol-lars, and he wants half!" "You see, Lieuthomas, a sad and work-wor- n creature an Alice whose only hope for the fu-ture is in the faint glimmering hope of a furlough. Day after day, week in and week out, I have worked my frail fingers to the shoulder blade to make things pleasant for you and Busheml and Bishop. I have patched your quarrels with the mess ser-geant I have saved you from the terrible wrath of provoked Rebels. I have sat here at night, sewing but-tons on my blouse so that you wouldn't have to wear It hanging open on your merry Jaunts to town. Money could not pay for the things I have done for you and Bushemi. And now this. Ten dollars between me and spiritual starvation and no ten dollars. How sharper than a erpenf a tooth." "Don't talk like that, Hargrove," ha said, his voice cracking. "Put me down for ten." There waa a little note stuck in my typewriter when I came back from prowling for news. It looked like Private ("One-Shot- "i Bushemi's typing. "Tha stockholders of the Union of Hargrove's Creditors," tt read, "win hold a business meeting this evening about seven o'clock in tha latrine at Barracks No. t. Head-- "Little man," she said, "will yea please ask the waiter for more wa-ter?" taxlcabs. You'll have to use the buses and subway more this trip. All the shows you want to see, all the books you can buy but taxicabs only for very special dates." "Somebody has been exaggerat-ing this taxicab " I began. '.Taxicabs," Sher broke in, "only for very special dates. You may go to the opera once if you sit down-stairs and twice If you sit in the Famile Circle. You are not to buy more than six theater tickets. In uniform, you can see all the movies you want for two bits each." "And be conservative in tipping the waiters," said Mulvehill, tapping his glasses on the window sill. "Very conservative. Short-chang- e them, if necessary." "Tell him about the budget," said Busheml, with unnecessary impa-tience. "As the matter stands on the fur-lough deal," said Sher, "you owe Bushemi 22 dollars, me 10, Mulve-hill 10, Hart 10. That's 52 dollars. Counting the ten you'll wire Bushemi for before the week's over, it's 62. With what money we have taken from you and given to the chaplain during the past few weeks, you should make out all right" "Must I be treated as a child?" I asked. "When you get back broke, Mc- Gee," said Mulvehill, "you are not to eat breakfast at the Service Club. You are not to take out any post exchange books. You will get your cigarettes from Sergeant Sher, who will ration them out to you as per budget" -- - Sergeant Sher, Private Busheml, and the other members of the Union of Hargrove's Creditors would have been quite pleased at the sight In-stead of spending their money lavish-ly on taxicab sightseeing trips and expensive shows, I was dining quiet-ly in a conservative grillroom with the Redhead. We weren't even dis-cussing ways to spend their hard-earne- d money. "Little man," she said, "will you please ask the waiter for more water?" "I beg your pardon," he said, rather unctuously. "There is a fif-teen million gallon shortage in wa-ter at this very instant On the other hand, madame. all supply ships to Great Britain use Scotch whisky as ballast for the return trip. Perhaps madame would like a glass of Scotch whisky?" The Redhead lifted an eyebrow. "I wonder," she said, "what they use in the finger bowls here rub-bing alcohol? I do not want Scotch whisky. 1 want water." "It is as madame wishes," the waiter said, bowing from the knees. Be walked away and returned again to lean against a post The Red-head drummed her fingers on the tablecloth. "Don't be afraid of him," said the Redhead. "Call his bluff." TO BE CONTINUED) , lit'a be reasonable, Pvt. Mulve-- I said; "As yon know, I ana on Capt. Winkle's sympa-h- lt get a for lough." tH Winkel was dressed like the and looked entirely too ener-fo- r such a drizzly morning. ' to be the Valentine," she 1 1 "and Johnny's going to take dcture and you're to take me t the Service Club and carry tbftl things for him and wait tim to get there so you'd bet-- Lt on your jacket and cap and n going to have my picture ; with Spud Parker," she add-tfSp- Parker is the general's nd la considered quite an eligi-flachel-by the younger set fjiere Tom in the cafeteria," tisaid. "Let's go see Tom." anal James Montgomery Mul-ff- l, Pfc, was apparently making noraing rounds in search of was, at the moment, OHehis daily research in the ee Dub's toast and coffee. jUq, sis," he said. "Hello, Mc-Ptt- U up a chair. McGee, get dy a drink. Something tall ooL Such as a chocolate milk. .ra the deaL sis?" AUn to be the Valentine." she g "and Johnny's going to take teturo and old Hargrove has to .it care of Johnny! stuff until rjr comes and I don't like him ay because he makes faces and Cli out his tongue and say sticks a aaailj and puppy-do- g ' tails . what little girls are made of ae'a not my boy friend any-- j punctuation," I said. I wag-nx- y ears and stock out ray Ja at her. .i next time I come," she said, going to bring soma soap and ' time he sticks out his tongue Icing to put snap on it because ) SEWING CIRCLE - long sleeves, require St yards 35 or material. Due to an unusually larpc demand and current war conditions, slightly more tlma Is required In filling orders for a few of the most popular pattern numbers. Send your order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTEUN DEPT. 530 South Weill St. Chicago Enclose 20 cents In coins for each pattern desired. 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Y. yJ M fiCEjk J UPPER BAY, MOBILE, ALA. It just about daybreak. A sweeping gale, half hurricane, came out of the northeast, accompanied by a cold, driving rain. "A perfect day to kill ducks," the guide said. He had overlooked the fact that It was a much more per-fect day to kill men. The wind roared, the rain whipped In, the email boat rolled and soon was half full of water. "You couldn't find a better day for ducks," the guide said. There were ducks every- - where, but there was a lot more rain and wind and bump-ing water In the bay. We finally reached the blind. Ahead was the job of get-ting out the decoys and the cane for the camouflage. We get the skiff aftiv'JidLsJ Into the blind posl- - GrantlandRice tinn as another half-tid- al wave hits us and we really get to work. Part of the decoys are swept overboard. Part of the cane for the blinds go with the decoys. Your correspondent would like to go with both and end It all. It still isn't quite daylight and the storm is picking up speed and hit-ting power. It is also getting cold-er and colder, wetter and wetter, rougher and rougher, tougher and tougher. Everyone is soaked and freezing. But everyone is happy except your correspondent who has suddenly de-cided he has no hostile feeling against any duck. In fact he likes ducks. But it Is too late now. We are out in the middle of a virtual tidal wave to mow them down. Where Real Fun Begins Now we are all set in the blind, with a sand bar close at hand. Here come the ducks teal, red-head, mallard, widgeon, sprigtail, black duck, canvas back, dough-gre- y, every known form of the duck breed. A big part of this display was due to "Ducks Unlimited," a fine sporting organization. And there were DUCKS UNLIM-ITED. The ducks were doing all right. But I kept thinking why should man be subjected to this punishment. "Here they come," our guide said. "Get low get low." We got low. At this moment an-oth- er swirl of wind and rain over-turned our boat. Mind you, it was bitter cold, and much colder as our clothing be-came drenched. "We missed that raft, cap, but they'll be back. Workin' over to another bay. But they'll be back Just as soon as we get straightened out again set, you know," said our amiable guide. I turned to a fellow named Stout Steve Owen, coach of the New York Giants, who was In the next boat. I could see that Owen's were in agony. He was taking an even worse beating, for he was a much bigger target "Bring me the Bears and the Red-skins," he growled. "Bring me Baugh and Luckman." At this spot a rush of water swept Owen out of sight. And this is true. I'll admit at that time I wasn't In-terested In what happened to Owen. I was only interested In a fellow named Rice. We got on a mod bar or a sand bar again, and It took us 50 minutes to get away, losing a paddle and a few more decoys. Suddenly, someone fired a gun and a teal blew out to sea. He was dead and he was lucky. We got set again with thousands of duck swarming in. We were ready for the big killing, But once again another struck us with another rush of water, and once again the boat went under and so did we. By this time the wind had reached a velocity of 50 miles an hour and the rain was a young deluge. Un-der these conditions yon couldn't hit an elephant at 5 paces. Had the teals and mallards and redheads and widgeons been smart, they could have murdered us. For we were whipped. Soaking wet, battered and beaten, aching and cursing, we only wanted to find "Red" Leath-erbury- 's houseboat, with Pat Moul-to- n, my favorite director, leading the way. The ducks were not smart we were not smart but who is in this cockeyed world? Cobb's Favorites Irvin S. Cobb, the humorist, who is recuperating in New York after a serious illness, was reminiscing about the old-tim- e sports characters the other day. "What a baseball parade has gone by since those days," Cobb reflected. "I mean Christy Mathewsoo and Roger Bresnahan Three-Finger- ed Brown and Johnny Klmg Walter Johnson, Rube Waddell, Eddie Col-lins, Joe Jackson, Ty Cobb, Nap La-Jo- le and Shoeless Joe Jackson. Released by Western Newspaper Union. HAROLD ("JUG") McSPADEN'S great victory in the Los An-geles Golf Open more than justified the faith a great many followers had in him. Always a steady golfer, and at times even brilliant, the Philadelphia pro put together a for a total of 278, cracking the Wilshire Country club course record by 3 strokes. He butchered old man par by 6. McSpaden fired six birdies and one bogey In fashioning his sensa-tional last round. His efficient put-ter never failed him and only one shot marred his shot-makin- Otherwise it was close to perfect golf. Things have been on the upgrade for Jug during the past year. He has won 4 of his last 6 tournaments, among them the In Chicago. His Los Angeles victory netted him $4,375 In war bonds as first prize money. The Headlines It was reminiscent of better times to see competitive golf draw big headlines again. The game has suf-fered much in the last two years. Many of the big name players are In service and the few tournaments HAROLD "JUG" McSPADEN of today rarely capture the national interest Golf has turned out to be a real American game. England and Scot-land are represented by many great names, including Harry Varden, Henry Cotton, George Duncan, J. II. Taylor and many others. But the combined list can't he compared to the roster of stars native to the United States. Names like Bobby Jones, Gene Sarazen, Walter Hagen, Francis Ouimet, Jack McDermott, Byron Nelson, McSpaden, Ben Hogan, Tommy Armour, Craig Wood, Sam-my Snead, Harry Cooper, Lawson Little, Ed Dudley, Billy Burke, Bob Cruickshank, Macdonald Smith, etc., will have a permanent place in golf's record book. A few of them includ-ing Smith, Armour and Cruickshank came from Scotland, but they won golfing fame as citizens of this coun-try. Why has America developed so many champions? The answer Is the same for golf as it Is for boxing, baseball, basketball and almost any other sport. The amount and kind of competition breeds champions. Americans are deadly serious about their sports. They don't take them In a leisurely, off-ha- manner. The Winter Circuit Golf is no longer a summer sport for the The long, hard winter and spring tours from coast to coast have a great deal to do with turning out winners. These off-season tours are tough. They force the player to stay in year-roun- d con-dition, mentally and physically. Con-centration and determination are es-sential to the player who hopes to do more than break even on the winter circuit. Par means practically nothing to . the Nelsons, McSpadens, Hogans, etc. A par score would give them no more than tenth place in the average tournament. The pros who win consistently are the hardest workers. Golf to them is a business, not a form of recrea tion. They work as hard to perfect play with each club as the lawyer does to prepare a brief. Above all, Americans have a deep-seate-d desire to win. Obviously no ' one relishes defeat, but few ath-letes will work as hard to win as those of our country. Some other nations are developing that spirit, but we still have a fairly comfort-able lead. That such efforts pay dividends is evidenced by the records in golf as in the many other sports where American athletes enjoy unchal-lenged supremacy. SPORTS SHORTS CThe Cincinnati Reds lost $500 in 1942 and made $18,000 in 1943. C. Bill Hulse, who set a new Amer-ican mile record (outdoors), is a re-search chemist CBill Meyer, who will manage Newark again in 1944, has been a Yankee farm manager for 12 years, fl. Approximately 500 men have won the football "A" at West Point, in-cluding 2 four-sta- r generals, 2 lieu-tenant generals, 20 major generals, 38 brigadier generals and 90 colo nels. Play Flute by Nose "Singing through the nose" is a common criticism of some vocal-ists, but only the Filipinos are known to be able to play a flute with the nose. The difficulty of producing a sufficient volume of air to make musical notes by this method may readily be imagined. Evidently these natives have greater lung power than most people. Fishing for Sharks To catch soup-fi- n sharks, West :oast fishermen now use large nooks, baited with mullet or king-fls- h, that dangle at the end of six-fo- ot chains, says Collier's. They are hung at 25-fo- ot intervals along a 1,000-fo- master chain. Within a day or two, the catch jf three long chains usually aver-ages 25 sharks, whose livers alone, jwing to the heavy demand for their oil, have a market value of iome $4,500. |