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Show THE €. Saturday, July 24, 1943 HAIL, HAIL, THE GANG’S ALL HERE Page 5. SEAGULL ‘““VEDETTE’’ COROLFUL Stuff That Cuff! Last issue of the ‘‘Union Vedette,’’ camp paper, published at Fort Douglas, Utah, blossomed forth in full color. A handsome photograph of Major General Kenyon A. Joyce, commanding general, Ninth Service ing at the counter, seems to be quite the ladies man around D-10. What a line — hold on to your heartsgirls! The lady scowling at the adding machine is Mrs. Sanborn. She rejoined the Receiving Section about six weeks ago. Now for a change of atmosphere, on the next track ahead, we find the packing section. Red Canno, leading man pack“Something doing every minute’’ were the words of everyone who attended the storekeepers’ picnic; ‘‘“Why don’t we do this more er was overheard making this often?’’ the music. statement the other day, quote: “Wanted—something with four (Continued from Page 1) grounds happy and well pleased walls and a roof that will hold the picnic; Lt. Comdr. Kessenich with the day’s events. The comtwo cows, three pigs, four of singing too loudly, and Lt. mittee-in-charge wish to thank calves, two kids, thirty chickens, Seanlan of bringing bathtubs, Captain Conger, Commander and my wife.’’ You couldri’t be fruit jars, and other illegal con- Hines, and the other officers for looking for a house could you, tainers for his beer. attending and helping to make Red? Everyone left the picnic the picnic a success. The most satisfied girls here in the packing section are the ones that work with the MaMail File - Records All Aboard For D-10 TGINES yess: By PEARL BROUGH That cute, little, red headed Toot that whistle, sailor, packer, Butch Parker, is conHollywood hasit’s Luella Par- And take off round the bend. sons, Jergens have Walter Win- Werre off to see what’s happen- tinually making eyes at a cering tain group of curly headed boys. _— chell, but the Navy Depot has about an_ introduction, Down the track, first stop D-10 How the Mail File and Records room. Amid the dust and noise, we Butch? Between the mail clerks, the find the Stores Movement Group Al Wightman has_ returned messengers who havetheir head- galantly plunging ahead through from Madison, Wisconsin, where quarters in the mail room), and the numerousbills of lading and he attended a two weeks course an endless string of cars. at the Forest Products Laborathe many persons who are conStep up and meet a few of the tory in packing and packaging tinually coming in to mail crew! overseas shipments. He reports something we hear all, see all, The gentleman over to the valuable knowledge gained. This left, the one with the far away week Mr. ‘‘Red’’ Cannon and Mr. and know practically all. look in his eye is Lieut. J. E. Profaizer left to attend the July We know, for instance, that Turley. His ten-day leave, ex- course. Carole Smuin can’t get a certain tending from July 19 to July 29, Our final stop will be at the uniform in Pocatello off her explains very nicely the reason coke machines. The employes Lieut. of Storehouse D-10 (and a few mind, that Van Nance is not for his day dreaming. only one of the state’s best R. D. Evans will replace him cthers) wish to extend their apduring his absence. preciation for the coke machine. pianists but also the proud posIsn’t love grand! For first Now all we need is a moneysessor of exceptionally large rec- class information ask Benny changer! ord collections. And can you Ball who has been wearing a All aboard until next week. imagine that there is a cersparkler for the past two weeks. Katherine Steed tain person here who distrusts The lucky fellow is S/Sgt. Phil Benny Ball people so much she makes us E. Griffin of the U. S. Army. Stores Movement sign for every piece of mail she Vaun Parry, the man standGroup D-10 sends out? storehouse workers got his shoes repaired is really a dilly. It seems that his mother took the shoes into an Ogden store and was soon informed that only shoes worn in could receive the ‘while you wait’ service, but that she could leave them a DEPOT DUPLICATES MY FIRST DAY AT NAVY SUPPLY It was my first day at the Nay Supply As I entered the gates with a happy sigh A visitor’s badge was pinned on my chest That fixed me up for my endurancetest. I wended my wayto the Ad Building Vainly seeking the man to be seen Five hundred people looked me up and down There were some had a smile, some had a frown, I trotted hither and thither and yon Apprehensive that I’d ever get on Wondering if anyone really knew If I were employed and what I should do. I signed every paper they shoved in my hand They fired more questions than a judge on the stand Had I ever been born, if so, why and when? Were my parents living, dead, married again? Was my blood pressure up, any varicose veins? Did I suffer from fits or have growing pains? Any scars, diseases or broken bones? How about hernia or kidney stones? Had I ever been pinched, fined or arrested? From any job, my removal, requested? Had I worked before, when, where and how long? Did I take myliquor light, straight or strong? What church? Any clubs? Organizations? Vices, hobbies or past occupations? When I was through and rose weak and shaken, They commanded, ‘‘Now go get your picture taken.”’ So bedraggled and tired I sagged to the spot Stood in a box, blinked my eyes and got shot, And even then I was forced to linger As they took three prints of each thumb andfinger. I had signed my name five hundred times or more Until my thumb and forefinger were sore But I was taken to a section new And signed for BONDS which I was glad to do. After this I reported to Personnel And I thought to myself, ‘‘Now, what in hell?’’ *Twas then I found that it weren’t only me They wanted the dope on my whole family tree. All of their off-spring and ever in-law Where they lived, relationship and what they saw If any of the said members were foreign— WhyI accounted from the time I was born. Then next I was ushered to be sworn in And told my government job would now begin Casually, I was informed, by the way, That I got paid $5.77 for the day. The way I felt I had earned five hundred And was badly in need of a hospital bed It was the hardest work I’d ever done But I’ve heard that’s thought by everyone. ~Then on to the Housing Committee ~ And Dormitory Village would board me But first the Commander had to phone and see If there was room at the joint for poor little me. I was told where to catch the Arsenal Bus Where mensit, while ladies stand without fuss Wheresixty-eight ride with twenty-five more All draped standing up from door to door. I easily rattled off ten pounds more or less But not from the properplace, I confess, I landed at last and was assigned to my room Given lengthy instructions to seal my doom. As I gazed at the barren sand-strewn floor I began to edge quickly toward the door The curtainless windows held barrack views With a hard springless bed for me to snooze. A mirror that made melook quite grotesque Changing me into a ‘‘What’s It Dame burlesque A chair that was hard as the Papa Bear had When I finally unpacked and slunk to bed And upon the iron-filled pillow lay my head stepped behind the counter, and a few moments later emerged wearing the oversized, laceless shoes. The amused clerk took the shoes and proceeded to patch them while Mrs. sat staring at the big toe protruding from the hole in her sock. For you who feel slighted at not finding your story in this column I offer this explanation: there is much more we could tell, but why bother to write it, I tenderly flexed my poor aching joints And caressed my muscles at various points. I felt like the BOYS must do at the FRONT But I muttered with an optimistic grunt, “Well, if the BOYS can take it so can I So look out, here I come, NAVY SUPPLY.”’ —Annonymous. MORMON SATYR If you are from out of the state, And a Mormon you would like to date, T’ll give you a tip, don’t give up the ship There’s a real one right here on the base. He never drinks coffee or tea, Four cups would be one for each knee. they censor this paper. nore Phillips, Herman Bell, Jane —‘‘Doc’’ Smith, the Clark Mechanic. And doorless closets seemed to be the fad. week or two if she wished. Very politely she thanked the clerk, Just in case you haven’t already been in and met us our names are: Anne Lemak, Beverly Boyer, Ann Bonadiman, Le- Any of you guys and gals that like to get in a hot and sweet dance band contact Ye Ed, Public Relations Office or Com- mand, appeared on the cover. Material is furnished by the Post Public Relations Office, under the leadership of Captain Malcolm R. W. Williamson. Staff members are, Pvts. Leroy M. Hittle, Duane W. Bowler, and Don Musser. The story of how one of our How would youlike to get in that groove and do a little jammin’? Water and hay are his diet all day Ellen (left) and Helen Cooper Green, and Pearl Brough. We The Cooper twins were born manage to send out four mails almost eighteen years ago at daily. One at 9:15 a. m., 1:15 Dp Mm, 3:15 ps m.. and at 4:15 Sturgis, South Dakota. ‘‘What goes for one of us usually goes p.m: ; for both,’’ says Helen, the older know them will give them two credits, viz., 1 credit for wanting to become nurses and 1 credit for wanting to serve in the Navy. Of course, they will have Although we can promise nothto wait a week until they are by two hours. ing regarding post cards, we do old enough to meet the Navy’s é 4 They were educated at Mid- rage requirement. not and will not open up your The Cooper gals like to play ~-Jetters, for though we realize it west high school at Midwest, would be much moreinteresting Wyoming, but needed twocredits the piano and their two best work, we are not censors. to graduate. Most people who sports are dancing and tennis. And his complex is vitamin B. And his horns have grown out As long as his snout And he has personality plusses. His problems are rare, but it gets in his hair To see us all ride the busses. He cuts grass in a way automatic, Whenhe bleats it sounds just like static. He stands by the fire house station And nibbles awayat his ration. Billie’s his name and he’s headed for fame, Say Ba Ba and Bur Bur when you greet him. i —Mary Phelps |