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Show THE Page 2 The Seagull \ Saturday, August 21, 1943 Published every other Saturday for the personnel of the Naval Supply Depot at Clearfield, Utah. EDITOR Emerson Evans ASSOCIATE EDITOR Lucile Richens EDITORIAL SUPERVISOR, Lieutenant Harry J. Jordan Address all communications to Office of Public Relations, Naval Supply Depot, Clearfield, Utah. It is requested that any of the material herein be reprinted only with the express permission of the Navy Department. All photographs, unless otherwise credited, are official Navy pictures. THE ERA OF EGOMANIA An alternate title might be YOU CRITICISE MY WORK AND I’LL KNOCK YOUR BLOCK OFF. Sounds childish, doesn’t it? And yet it is the creed of some of our BEST people. It is because of this mental disease that some of our largest organizations function at quarter speed. Due to some peculiarity in the human race we all worship those who blat the loudest and are most convineing in their arguments. Realizing this, the new generation has concentrated its efforts on learning howto talk instead of learning the mechanics of trades and professions. Now wehave not a few talkers directing the operations of some of our most vital industries. Almost to the man theyhave a feeling of inferiority. THEY DON’T BELIEVE THEIR OWN, TALK EVEN THOUGH OTHERS DO. Downdeep theyare little men and they resent suggestions because it might REFLECT DIS- CREDIT ON THEIR EGOS. A man whois closed to suggestions is a man who is opposed to progress; HE IS A MAN WHOSE VANITY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE SAFETY OF OUR COUNTRY. The very quintessence of Democracyis social justice for the mass of people. We are as one striving for the preservation of the rights of man. When a man’s SELF or EGO stands in the way of our winning this war HE WILL BE OVERRULEDfor heis truly AN ENEMY OF DEMOCRACY. For All the Traffic Will Bear We Americans have been taught that PRIVATE ENTERPRISE is a great thing. And we believe that it is. BUT there is evidence ‘that a few employes of the depot are entering into the TRANSPORTATION BUSINESS. Taking advantage of the situation at the depot SOME misguided individuals are trying to get away with BOOSTING THE STANDARD PRICE OF TRANSPORTATION TO THEIR FELLOW EMPLOYES. In other words they are trying to get ALL THE TRAFFIC WILL BEAR. Prices are high enough already. There is a time and a place for nearly EVERYTHING but this form of private enterprise at this critical time is in very bad taste. We have heard stronger terms used to describe an individual who will take advantage of their fellow Americans who are fighting the common enemy. But we refrain from using them. Our president has tried sincerely to eliminate war profits, and, SEAGULL Officers Relax At Canyon Picnic Sports Tipster for the whole party was treated to a dip by Aquarius along toward evening. Lieut. Harry Jordan gained a reputation for catching fish — by hand. He was dubbed ‘‘Chief FS (fish-strangler) after having demonstrated his prowess at the art. Lieut. Leroy Simmons, of Salt Lake, came disguised as a fisherman. Other sports were indulged in including a so-called baseball game. The teams were composed of an anonymous group and Machinist Armstrong, slugger, who Probably the most fascinating part of fishing and hunting is pitting your wits and experience against wildlife’s instinct of self preservation. Outwitting an old ‘‘buckskin’”’ by good hunting and stalking is a thrill never to be forgotten. Calling mallards and canvasbacks from way out, into the deadly range of your scattergun, or hooking and landing a bull rainbow by carefully selecting and placing the right fly, tantalizingly enough to make him strike. These are the experiences that cause outdoorsmen to wonder, when other people are not as ‘bugs’ about hunting and fishing as they are. The Hard Way Sportsmen must learn the hard way, however, as there are no shortcuts and no easy way out. Nature is a hard, and oftimes a cruel teacher. Her wildlife subjects live only one law, an age old law, the survival of the fittest. Subsequently, as they grow older and wiser, they are naturally more cunning and difficult to bring to the bag. A man can afford to be proud scored a goodly portion of his team’s 43 runs (the opposition gleaned 7.) Comdr. Hines held down the vigorous corner, 2nd of a 4 pointer, a limit of ducks base, on the winning side. or 2 or 3 big trout if they are A few sessions of volleyball taken fairly and sportingly. This were played while the more ath- is the reward for long years of letic type resorted to checkers schooling in the great cutdoors. and chess. A diploma is never received, Lt. Comdr. Stock, in charge of graduation is impossible because NSTS at U. A. C. in Logan, laid something new is learned on the tastiest snacks on the tables. each trip. Each incident may or Sandwiches, salad, olives and may not be repeated, but it must other morsels held the crowd be remembered and added to the over until Lieut. Jordan had laid store of knowledge required, to in a stock of delicious mountain make an efficient outdoorsman. trout which were then fried and If the taking of fish and game eaten with great gusto. did not require experience, Only one misfortune occurred: adeptness and taking a chance, Comdr. Hines was guest to a bee. it would lose all of its appeal for The reception took place on his the men who are so closely wrist. knitted to it now. If you caught a limit each time you went out, never let a big one get away, Swab - Jockey Connects By Wally Blaylock About forty-five years back young Charlie Spencer decided he’d like to be a cook. So he applied for a job to the world-famous chef, Victor, at the St. In last issue there was a story about SK 3c Flavos M. Ezell, USN, who went to Portland in a race against time to connect with his brother on leave from the Pacific. Ezell got a ride on a plane which put him downin his home town in time to kibitz with his brother for twenty-four hours. Mr. Spencer considers his job by out-thinking them, and are Both gobs enjoyed their well- never guilty of giving wildlife a in the light of a war emergency earned leaves with their family. | deal off the bottom of the deck. in which he does the best he can with the materials available. He lives in Ogden with Mrs. Spencer. And scmetime when you moan and groan about having to get up so early think of our chef. He begins the day at four a. m. The Spencers would like to find living quarters nearer to the depot. OUR JAMMIN’ “KILLER DILLERS” who sneaks in the back door of E-14 to bribe the three canaries, by dangling copper coins, and making pretty speeches. This is to serve notice on the Washington wolf, and all the little wolves “Yes,’’ we have sparrows in from the train control — ‘‘The E-14 Section 5. But every dark rat trap is set.’’ Who’s afraid of the big bad cloud has a silver lining. We also have three canaries. Sev- wolf? eral times a day the threelittle C. F. Spencer Francis hotel in San Francisco. After about five years apprenticeship he shoved off for a career of his own, which has lasted up to the present time. After learning the chef’s art from a master, Mr. Spencer began to gather experience and fame among gourmets of the west coast. He has served in many hostelries famed for their cuisine the world over. He has always took your limit of ducks tickled the palates of countless and pheasants without a miss, prominent guests and has creat‘phooey, no fun, no sport and ed many a gustatory masternothing to talk about at the camp piece which has added to the defire.’ light ef good living. Out-Think Game One might question that cookNo man who is a real lover of ing for a couple of thousand war the out-of-doors would even be workers is much of a career, but interested if it were easy, beit is to Chef Spencer. He believes cause they are men wholike to in getting all out for victory take chances, have real admir- along with America’s millions. ation of the ones who get away in comparison to the last war, we believe he has done an excellent job. But there is no place for the petty profiteer in our war plans. Wefeel that these individuals have not put much thought to the situation and that after they have reconsidered THEY WILL COME TO REALIZE THAT THIS IS NO TIME TO INDULGE IN PETTY PROFITEERING. Guff — From Section 5 Cafeteria Chef Leonard Adams Last Sunday officers, their friends and relations picnicked at Logan canyon. The affair was calculated to combine pleasure with business for an officers’ meeting was written in the log at the same time. A great time was had, especially by Lieut. Underhill and Comdr. Hines when they both went in for a dip without having time to change into bathing attire. The score was evened on the laughers, however, Saturday, August 21, 1943 Who Is Sylvia? birds, Janice, Doris, and DorHowis it all the storekeepers othy, perch in the office window have to scrape and bow,to the From left to right: Harold Smith, viol; Carman Zupo, alto sax; and sing. picture on the desk, when they Keith Mendenhal, cornet; Joseph Lorenzo, band leader; Lloyd enter the holy sanctum of Hank Mr. Blaylock’s ruffled feathers, Singleton, 1st trombone; Tony Borgogno, master of ceremonies: Charles? Orvil Rowsell, alto sax; W. Smith (standing) 2nd trombone; Ed are soon smoothed. By the way Hank — who. is Mortensen, tenor sax; Fred Whiteside, drums; and Howard McMr. Hoagland drops off into Sylvia? Gregor, pianist who substituted for Margaret Laws. Miss Laws’ peaceful slumber. church activities prevent her from playing with the orchestra Mr. Norris claims, the blues on Sundays. fast slip away after warbling Pappy Ward like that, and all it would take Here is a picture of the Clearto make a perfect day, would be Mr. E. G. Ward, our typewrit- field ‘‘Killer Dillers’’ jammin’ is another fly in their ointment “A big T-bone steak.’’ er doctor, is the father of a third For NSD singing telegrams daughter. Mother and child are spersyiesdmeabaheepo aes regarding the name which was call E-14. doing fine but Ward is wasting day. The boys are working hard| S° nae shoved upon them. You’ve heard of the big bad away from eating his own cook- while we are taking off to relax |How’s about some suggestions, Washington wolf (Woodman) ing. Congratulations. at our favorite pastimes. There! readers? Smoke Eaters By Carsey The air on shift two is fresher now. We lost our No. 1 beefer. Sinatra, famous swoon crooner, puts them to sleep with his voice; a certain man on shift one puts ’em to sleep with his breath. Hebe has his new lowers now. Your reporter says there is no shortage in the Central mar- ket; he cut the end of his thumb off. No points required. Visitor: ‘‘Chief, what is the hottest fire you have ever fought?’”’ Chief: ‘‘The one that resulted in the loss of my shirt tail.’’ Friday, Thirteenth Immemorial jinx day passed practically unnoticed here at the depot. It was the first day that not a single accident was reported except for the one in G-9. This was the single mark against the depot. Geraldine, a black cat, had her tail run over by a Clark truck just as she emerged from under a ladder. |