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The WACS, the WAVES, the SPARS - they're the glamor gals of this war. You read comparatively little about the ANC (Army Nurse Corps). It serves in silence. But wherever there are U.S. troops, no matter how tough the going the ANC is there, Jenny-on-the-spot, to administer to the wounded and sick quietly, capably and often under trying circumstances. The pictures on this page were taken of a unit "somewhere in Assam," a carbon copy of several in the Theater. (Photos by T/4 Martin Leyland, Roundup staff photographer). |
A combination of heat, dust and rain makes daily laundering a tedious chore. Pauline Moore uses her washboard to advantage. |
Members of the ANC root at a ball game. Left to right, Barbara Davis, Irma Lindberg, Irma Reinhoitsen and Anna Suchma. |
Lined up in the chow line are Eleanor Potter, Mildred Pierc, Gwendolyn Wentworth and Alice Goddell. |
Sara Jane Houtz pretties herself in preparation for a date after the day's work, while her roomie, Jane E. Holstein peruses a book. |
When things need to be fixed in their quarters, the nurses don't ask for help. Meet Dorothy Lamberty and Florence Brunner. |
Gertrude Clark takes down her wash, which has dried quickly. |
Much off-duty time is spent in homey pastimes like reading and letter-writing, as Dorothy Harris and Helen Kiley. |
The nurses launch a shopping tour at a nearby village. Left to right, Neila Burd, Elizabeth Silkey, Edythe Husum and Agnes Spies. |
On their way to the shower room, left to right, are Agnes Kauker, Ruth Peterson, Sara Jane Houtz, Jane Holstein and Marion Hadfield. |
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Hump Jumpers En Route Home After CNAC Job Associated Press War Correspondent CALCUTTA - Two American fliers of fortune, Capts. Joseph Genovese, 32, of San Diego and Aleck J. Gingiss, 28, of Chicago, are United States-bound after completing 800 hours apiece of the world's most dangerous flying, over the hump of the mighty Himalayas, some of whose peaks extend upwards to 29,000 feet. During the past year, these veteran pilots shuttled thousands of tons of vital war material to China from India. They flew for the China National Airways Corp. in fair weather and in foul, but mostly foul. They are called "boys who fly when birds don't." Genovese and Gingiss came to India last year from England, where they delivered all types of aircraft to the RAF via the Atlantic. FLEW 76 TYPES "We've flown everything from Piper Cubs to Liberators - 76 types in all," Genovese said. He and Gingiss plan to accept test pilot offers when they return to the States. Genovese and Gingiss had more hair-raising experiences than Flash Gordon. Once Gingiss, six-foot, 195 pounder, got into icing conditions. The windshield was covered with ice and Gingiss opened it to see where he was. Staring him in the face was a huge jagged peak. He swung the wheel and barely missed the peak, and landed two and a half hours overdue with only 20 minutes gasoline left. Genovese, five-foot-eight, 153 pounder, had a narrow squeeze when the oxygen ran out when he was at 24,000 feet. Thirty-two passengers, all crewmen except Genovese, passed out. He almost hit a 17,000-foot peak, but managed somehow to get to his destination. PILOT WENT DAFFY Another time Genovese's Chinese co-pilot went daffy when the oxygen line froze, grabbed the controls and nearly flew the plane into the mountain. Genovese swung a Joe Louis haymaker and knocked out the co-pilot, who later said he didn't remember the incident. Genovese and Gingiss made between $1,500 and $2,000 apiece monthly flying the hump but said, "Enough's enough." Genovese, who has been flying for 12 years, said "Test piloting probably will seem like a snap compared with hump hopping." |
STATION HOSPITAL CELEBRATES YEAR OF OVERSEAS DUTY EASTERN INDIA - The (blank) Station Hospital celebrated its first year of overseas service here recently with a cocktail party and an outdoor dinner. The unit, commanded by Maj. C. B. Warrenburg, has been on the move within India since disembarking from the Santa Paula. It has operated three different hospitals, one of which it built from the ground up. A committee consisting of T/3 Long, T/4 Taff and T/5 Newman whipped up a rip-snorting anniversary affair in which everyone had a grand time. Frank Moore's emceeing drew plaudits and he warbled a couple of ditties, too. The enlisted men's quartette and the nurses' trio also gave their vocal "all." - By T/4 GEORGE W. NEWMAN. |
Several weeks ago, Maj. Fred L. Eldridge, the poor man's William Randolph Hearst, bustled from the "front office" into the editorial sector of the Roundup and tossed a learned tome upon the editor's desk. It's a "must go," he ordered. So the Roundup published the major's story on preventive malaria measures. His research had been painstaking and the article was a masterpiece of its kind. Today Eldridge is flat on his back at the hospital. You've guessed it, his ailment is . . MALARIA. |
NEGROES PLEDGE FULL ASSISTANCE IN WINNING WAR NEW YORK - Twenty thousand Negroes, participating in a rally at Madison Square Garden, pledged the co-operation of the American Negro to the achievement of the unconditional surrender of the enemy. "As loyal Americans, we pledge our lives, fortunes and energies in full support of the Commander-in-Chief for the unconditional surrender of Hitler and those who are aiding him." The rally adopted a program of work "for postwar world freedom and equality for all peoples, irrespective of race, creed or color." Wendell Wilkie telegraphed to the meeting saying that the speed with which victory is to be achieved may be measured by the unity and selflessness of all Americans. |
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How they battled through the cold, And I've talked to men from desert fronts. And I've heard the tales they've told. Oh, it's tough, I know, to fight in sand As you sweat from morn' till night. But I'll tell you now of men and planes And the way we have to fight. It's a different tale from fights back home, Where you wait till the skies are clear; But there's men who need the food we fly And they get it over here. As you climb your ship near snow-capped peaks That reach up toward the sky. You will pray to God that all goes well- It's the prayer of all who fly. Then the clouds grow black: They always do. And they blot out all your path As they grow from Hell and right on up. While they dispatch all their wrath. Soon you find a break and through you start With the black walls on each side. But you're soon closed in and left to guess As to all the peaks they hide. Then you concentrate to fly your course. Yes, that gyro's might nice. But you glance away and lucky you did For your loading up with ice. No, your chances then aren't worth a damn- But you smile, for this you know- You can stay right in that icy cloud And it's there the Japs won't go. As the time goes by and eyes are dim And the storm is in the past. Then the sun breaks through from God above Just to guide you home at last. Then we'll meet some day when lands are free and we'll tell our tales and then, We can settle back to reminisce And to fly the Hump again. - By F/O EMERY V. BARRUS. |
CHINA - Bing Crosby had better look to his laurels. Not as a singer, but as an owner of horses. M/Sgts. Bill Farinelli and Charles Stoopes and T/Sgt. Tom Stevens recently purchased three equines of ancient vintage from an enterprising and shrewd Chinese horse trader, paying $35.00 per nag. They are reported training them as opponents of Don Bingo. Upon the mysterious disappearance of Stevens' horse, local G.I.'s are now inspecting all "Beef" with a wary eye. There is a malicious rumor that a horseshow was found in a stew the other day. - By S/Sgt. ROBERT E. BADGER. |
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