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Show The Cache American. Irosrnn, Cache County, Utah Page Seven Victorian Quilts For Modern Eed W THEODORE PRATT W.N.U. RUCASE TIIE STORY Till'S EAR: Forty Milbrrl Winkle, uho operates repair shop la Ibt bark ol bn burnt, It toiinrd by kit draft board ibal ha It la A. Ht breaks Ibt bad atar la bit il. Amy. Th altt (omlneerlni d be-fu- rt IftvlBt, Mre. Winkle trill tbt If aarrlrd Uni ha may lakt eibrr tomta but ba IrUt brr Wilbert p a Ilk aha hat ooUnoi la worry about. On arriving at ramp Mr. Wimple la glvra kit phva-lr- l and la bit great turprlaa and It arrrptrd. Ilf Ukrt the oalk ol tnlulinant. It glvra InstrurUons la and later given ao many "shots te tannot remember boor many. Ha It lent la Camp Squibb, a thousand mllet Iran borne, abera ha meeta Mr. Tinker. dis-ma- CHAPTER VII Me, good. I feel laid Mr. Tinker. 1 Mas going to om up any- way." After a moment he growled, "My kid brother waa at Midway. He was a tiler. Yeah, he got killed Lhcre. After the family squeezed every nickel for years sending him ;o college and on." "Oh." said Mr. Winkle. "Me." Mr. Tinker went on. "all f want to do Is kill me one Jap. I don't want to shoot him. I Just want to get him between these." He pushed out two great hairy hands tnd clenched each Into a fist. Position of a Soldier, he wa afraid to move a finger for fear the War Department woulj not approve. When the War Department, as l, represented by Sergeant failed to approve, Mr. Winkle reported to the Mesa Sergeant. Almost always there he found Freddie, who had virtually taken up residence in the kitchen. Jack appeared, too, as well as Mr. Tinker. They washed dishes, swept the floor and peeled onions and even the traditional potatoes. Once Mr. Winkle was given a bag and a stick with an iron point on its end and told to pick up papers and cigarette butt around the grounds. He was certain that this was no kind of work for a respectable married citizen of the United States. Not even when he was doing things right could Mr. Winkle satisfy the War Department On the exercise field he kept up with the other men, though he knew his face was flushed and he breathed hard. Then, abruptly, the muscled exercise Sergeant would call: Hey, you there John! Mr. Winkle realized he was being addressed. the exer"What'a your name? cise Sergeant demanded. "Winkle," replied Mr. Winkle quite as if his nameplate, pinned on hia chest did not announce the fact "AU right John," he was advised, s when you feel you're order. an Thats done, stop. You know what an order is, John? Mr. Winkle said that be did. "So I dont want to waste time picking up any guys who pass out the Sergeant instructed him. Mr. Winkle noticed that he waa the only man told to take it easy. Mr. Tinker wasn't told anything, but kept right on with the others, even though he puffed. At bayonet practice he could find no satisfaction in Jabbing at the swinging stuffed figure. He simply could not conceive of himself ever thrusting that wicked blade into another human beinjf, no matter how much a German or a Jap deserved it. He shuddered when it was explained that it was often difficult to withdraw the blade from a body, and ometimes it had to be twisted out. Certainly he didnt lunge at the figure the way Jack Pettigrew did. Everyone knew that when Jack thrust his bayonet into it, he was sticking Freddie with it. When Freddie sliced with his bayonet, you could take your choice whether he thought of the figure as Jack or the Alphabet Mr. Tinker swung viciously, and the figure then became a Jap. But Mr. Winkle had no ferocity at all. The Lieutenant was patient with him, explaining, "Some day you may be in the position where you either get the other fellow first, or Think of it that he gets you. way. Now, try again. Jump at it! Lunge! Kill it! He lunged. Mr. Winkle jumped. He killed it with a blow that hardly penetrated the figure. The Lieutenant shook his head and called the next man. The bayonet and exercise incidents gave Mr. Winkle an attack of imagination, the first be had had since being made into a soldier. He became convinced that he could never compete with the- others. He wouldnt be as hardened as they, he wouldnt be sufficiently trained, and this would be his own fault. When the test came on the battlefield, he would not be in condition, nor would he be enough of a killer even to protect himself. He saw himself in retreat before the enemy. He couldnt keep up. Finally he could go no farther. Mr. Tinker and Jack offered to carry him, but Mr. Winkle wouldnt have it, knowing they would be caught with him. He made them go on, leaving him, and then an enemy soldier appeared. The man raised his rifle high, the bayonet gleaming. It started to come down into Mr. Winkle, who had a last thought of Amy and who knew that the blade would afterward have to be twisted to get it out of him . . . On their first pay day, which was a Saturday, they were given passes to town. They stood in line before the orderly room, and entered one by one to receive their salaries. After practice under the tutelage of the Alphabet, who watched critically from the side of the Lieutenants desk, they saluted, wheeled, and marched out again. Mr. Winkle was astounded and Mr. Tinker, with most of the others, was aggrieved at the amounts they received. After deduction for laundry, dry cleaning, expenses at the Post Exchange, the barber shop, movies, insurance, camp newspaper, recreation fund, a contribution to the old soldiers home and several items Mr. Winkle didn't altogether understand or remember, his envelope contained seventeen dollars and thirty cents. Mr. Tinker did a little better because he had no wife to whom went twenty-tw- o dollars of his pay, to conmake up, with the twenty-eigh- t tributed by the Government, the fifty that would be sent to the homes of married men. But still Mr. Tinker complained that he used to make more in a week than he now made in a month. But you weren't getting ready for the Japs then, Mr. Winkle reminded. Yeah, said Mr. Tinker, "that's Czelde-tkrowsk- three-quarter- "When you feel youre done, stop. Thatll be for the kid. Ill three-quart- The rest get will be gravy." Mr. Winkle wished that he had only a small part of the plumbers lust for vengeance. "If I dont get to the Japs," proposed Mr. Tinker, "and you do, will you strangle one for me?" Mr. Winkle swallowed. His throat felt dry. "Why, yes certainly, he promised. "Dont go back on me, Mr. Tinker searched Mr. Winkle with his beetling gaze. But he didnt give Mr. Winkle the mouse-look- . In appreciation, Mr. Winkle said, "I wont go back on you. As if he werent quite sure Mr. Winkle would keep to his word, or was capable of keeping to it, Mr. Tinker pronounced, Im going to ask every guy I meet so there wont be no mistake about it. Mr. Winkle was envious and a little awed. Mr. Tinker scowled. Something was bothering him. "I didnt like all them questions they asked, he said. "What's the idea of all that stuff?" Mr. Winkle explained that it was to fit each man into work according to the best of his abilities and experience. You mean, asked Mr. Tinker, they maybe might not make me into a shooting soldier?" Mr. Winkle said there was a possibility of this, especially in view of Mr. Tinkers background of being handy with tools. Not a plumber? Mr. Tinker asked in alarm. "I wont be no plumber. It was Mr. Winkles opinion that the Army had all its plumbing taken care of by civilian contractors. It would be in some other mechanical capacity. Mr. Tinker looked glum. "Then how am I going to get me a Jap? He held up his hands and stared at them as if he were going to fail I knew I shouldna told that them. guy I take down my jalopies and put them together again. Well, Mr. Winkle consoled him, it isnt decided yet. He didnt confess his fear that it was. He had heard the stories and met a few examples of the Army habit of learning that a man was a baker and then promptly making a truck driver out of him. Thinking of himself as a round peg, Mr. Winkle was sure-thhe would remain in the square hole of training for the infantry in which he now found himself fastened securely. Mr. Winkle was sure that his misery was greater than that of any of his fellows. Filled with rules and regulations, to say nothing of the Articles of War, Instruction on How and Whom to Salute, How to Have the Proper Attitude, Military Obligations, The Responsibilities of Group Life, Military Courtesy, Sanitation, Care of Clothing and Equipment, and The right." They squandered a dim of their affluence on a bus to town. Everyone not on duty was going, with the exception of Freddie. Mr. Winkle and Mr. Tinker investigated the town together. It was an community, with red brick buildings and discouraged looking stores. It had a bewildered air of having for years gone about iu quiet affairs and then suddenly found Itself with thousands of solTHE center table In most diers on IU hands. Victorian parlors there was a After a single turn up and down kaleidoscope. Guests gazed into the main street. Mr. Tinker ex"Dead." be this after they tired of looking at pressed his disgust. the family album. Bits of colored said. "A graveyard, or almost." glass were reflected in an endless Mr. his of voice From the tone number of intricate patterns in Winkle detected that Mr. Tinker had this ingenious device. Very much observed. he hadnt seen something the same effect was obtained by when was Mr. He learned what this the method of putting together the was it for time that Tinker proposed simple quilt block shown into a bar the led way a beer, and here and that is why the pattern twice had passed. they was called the koesidoscope. Here there was life, especially In This quilt has just the right flalathe form of a number of young vor for today's decorating trends. dies seated in booths. Mr. Tinker, at a distance, made It will make a stunning spread friends in pantomime with two of for your bed cither in the colors them while he and Mr. Winkle drank suggested here or in any other their beer at the bar. Rather cau- combination that suits your room. blocks are so easy to piece tiously, Mr, Tinker Inquired of Mr. The are and such a convenient size to the moke to cared Winkle if he of the two young ladies. carry around that they make ideal work. Mr. Winnie refused as gracefully summer pick-u- p as he could. "But dont let me stop NOTE Mr. Spear ha prepared a you, he offered Ursa sheet with actuul size quilt piece him queruMr, Tinker regarded pattern (or three ot her favorite quilt. Kaleidoscope, the Ann Rutledre and lously, as if to wonder what kind of Th Whirl l Wind are Included. Thi a friend he had made. He walked th No. 200 and the price I 1J cents pattern him who received over to the ladies, Address: They looked after enthusiastically. Mr. Winkle curiously when be MRS. RlTH WYETH SPEARS walked out. New York Bedford Hills Drawer IS The first time Mr. Winkle forgot to take his pills, he rushed to swalEnclose IS cents for Pattern No. 200. low them In order to avoid getting Nam aick. The second time it flipped hia mind he was filled with panic that Address three days had elapsed since he had taken them. Before he could dig down In his barracks trunk for the Hexagon Shape Seems grecn-meta- l bottle, it occurred to him that everyTo Have Nature's Favor thing was all right The Army life not but had come, perhaps gently, Among the countless things nafirmly, and taken his dyspepsia d are snow ture makes needHe no him. from longer away of the the cells flakes, honeycomb ed his pills. When they had first received their and the segments of the eye of the housefly, says Colliers. rifles, he regarded his as someThe hexagonal form is also thing which might explode at any moment The very touch of it made found in chemistry. When a strong him nervous and he was glad, each solution of salt water, colored with carmine water color, is dropped, afternoon, after the days training was over, to get rid of it by placing drop by drop, into a weak solution of salt water in a flat plate, the it in the rifle rack. In time he developed a certain round red drops converge and familiarity with the weapon, largely form a pattern of hexagons. because it was so much his constant companion. With some re-six-inc- her pretty clothes may be chosen from the contents of your scrap bag, Pattern 67J contains transfer pattern and directions for doU and clothes. I Send your order to: "'Ti fcs Sewing Circle Needleeraft Bos III? Sn Francisco Enclose IS cents (plus one cover cost of mailing) fur Dept , Calif. cent to Patient . No .. Address Lpgislalors Salaries For regular sessions, some 7,600' members of the 43 state lcgisla-- j tures receive annual salaries totaling no more than $4,900,000, says Colliers, which is 8 per cent less than the $3,310,000 paid to the 531 members of the Congress of the United States. While the average compensation) for all state legislators throughout! the Union is about $645 a year,! their salaries range from $2,500 in New York to $150 in Connecticut , and Kansas. h broad-mindedl- Pattern No. THIS 611 dolly with movable limbs is in for lots of Three pieces form her loving. soft, cuddly body; the arms and legs are each made from two pieces. Her hair is soft yarn and chubby-checke- d , m . . . & six-side- "The Crslss art Crest Feeds Kelloggs Corn Flakes bring you nearly all the protective food elements of the whole grain declared essential to human nutrition. mmizMimmi U.S. SERVICEMEN Mill WELCOME BLADE MAIL LETTERS fold, SwN and MoJ Us o Uew iJts' So"" tSfRSSS as"': "Cant we she asked. so" do anything for you? luctance he even entertained a slight admiration for the clever details of its wicked mechanism. Firing it, however, was another matter. The first day on the range, Mr. Winkle closed his eyes when he The resulting pulled the trigger. explosion made him open his eyes. For an instant he was sure he had shot himself; at least his shoulder felt as if he had. He was informed by the Alphabet that he hadnt hit any part of the target. On successive tries he didnt do much better, but he learned to keep his eyes open and sight. A rifle was bad enough, but when the day came that the mysteries of a machine gun were revealed to them, the palms of Mr. Winkles hands perspired copiously and his stomach crawled. Nevertheless, he carried out his duty. Sitting before the weapon, the white cloth of the target became a blank, with the horizontal, perpendicular, and slanting boxes marked on it erased as far as he could see them. He was so hoi when he squeezed the trigger that his glasses became clouded and he might as well have been blind. The gun jumped, spitting out a hail of lead. A great vibration was in his hands. It felt like a series oi sharp electric shocks. He let gc hurriedly. Except for the chatter of other guns down the line, there was silence. You The Alphabet filled it. plowed up plenty of ground," he told Mr. Winkle. "Now see what yoi can do to the target. (TO EE CONTINUED) jrrtS ,aJ, X : Men love to get letters and ORDER of shaving comfort and luxury that the serviceman welcomes as a "real Godsend. 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