|Once things were as gloomy in Bulltown as they were in Mudville the day mighty Casey struck out at bat. In fact, the Chinese-American Training Center somewhere in India got its name because there was nothing to do for recreation but toss the bull. Now - look! Movies we got and miniature golf and bingo games and NURSES. Even a beauty parlor yet. The transformation was started by Capt. Carl G. Arnold, Special Service Officer sent by "Uncle Joe" to keep G.I.'s from gnawing on each other's shins. It is being carried on by Lt. Robert McGinnis, Public Relations Officer and Lt. Pryor Pitts, Special Service Officer. The pix, snapped for the Roundup by staff photographer Pfc. Frank America, tell the story.|
|Golf - Lt. Mary MacDonald, A.N.C., ready to sink one on the miniature golf course. Sgt. Frank DeLuca, we hope, keeps his eyes strictly on the ball.|
|Beauty - Lt. Alice Leach, A.N.C., gets prettied up in Ye Olde Beauty Shoppe.|
|Bingo - The boys play for chips, of course, at Monsoon Inn. The expression of the dog-face next to extreme left might be called slap-happy, but the Roundup prefers to regard it as merely enthusiastic.|
|Chow Hounds - Pfc. James J. Kell and Corp. Tony C. Tartamella aren't kidding with that cake - who would? But what's holding onlooking Sgt, Burman?|
|Boxing - Sgt. Charles L. Hattaway catches one from Sgt. G. Crowder of British Army.|
|Hold That Tiger - "Anna," the camp mascot, a three-month-old Bengal tiger, poses unwillingly with the assistance of Sgt. Hattley McDowell, while Brig. Gen. Frederick McCabe, left, looks on.|
|Jive - The Monsoon Madcaps, G.I. dance band, keep local characters "in the groove." Left to right, the Madcaps are: Sgt. Donald W. Hoover, Cpl. Jesse L. Carpea, Cpl. Kenneth L. Hunter, Cpl. Roy Schatt and Sgt. George R. David.|
|Art - Cpl. Roy Schatt, poor man's Rembrandt, stands before the large mural he painted for the "Greasy Spoon," the camp hamburger stand, now part of the recreation hall. It contrasts American and Indian methods of food inhalation.|
WRITES TO ROUNDUP
The Editor, The Roundup,
In relinquishing command of the 10th Air Force, I wish to go on record as a satisfied subscriber to the
The Roundup has been generous in its treatment of news of the 10th Air Force. This coverage of our activities has been a major factor in the high morale of all aviation units and supporting forces.
My parting wish is that the Roundup may retain the pre-eminent place among Theater newspapers.
Best of luck, Sincerely,
CLAYTON BISSELL, Maj. Gen., U.S.A.
By Sgt. SMITH DAWLESS
Come brothers, let us mourn, forsooth:
They nipped the nib of fair Clare Boothe,
Hushed in her journalistic prime
Full forty years before her time.
No sinner she: the printed word
Was all in which the lady erred.
Her dreadful controversial ink
Induced poor Army lads to think!
(A heinous habit which a man
Must strive to conquer if he can.)
It seems, on matters politic,
That GI brain cells mustn't click,
If Congress dances, all the same,
We'd like to know the fiddler's name.
I ask you, is it man or mouse
Who scorns the drama of the House?
If Senators collapse and fall
Aren't we supposed to care at all?
We cannot hope it's for the best
To set our gimpy minds at rest.
Beneath some spreading banyan tree
We'll ponder philosophically
The baffling quirks of fickle Fate
That won't let soldiers speculate -
When Members introduce a bill -
On whether it is good or ill.
It's au revoir and not goodbye
To Clare from us in C.B.I.
We pray she won't unload her guns,
And that her plays have three-year runs!
FROM THE JUMNA BRIDGE
The sun went down behind the whitened mosque
The moguls built three hundred years ago
Its slanting rays turned marble into pearl;
Blue mist arose to hide the crowd below.
And as I saw this wondrous, lovely sight,
The colors blending gold and pearl and blue.
The fantasies of some forgotten dream
Came back to me and I know dreams come true.
- By Maj. FOUNT RICHARDSON, MC
A SMALL WORLD
No man lives far from any foreign shore.
The world is yearly shrinking more and more.
The ships of sea and air run time a race
As men at last learn how to conquer space.
Because the seven seas therefore subside,
The human heart must learn to grow more wide.
More tolerant, more swift to understand
Its neighbors in each nearing distant land.
While earth contracts, our wisdom must increase
At such a rate as can insure our peace.
If continents come closer, so must men
Of East and West to right the world again.
- by Sgt. ELWOOD JONES
STRATEGY OF WAR |
TO KEEP CHINESE
ON FIGHTING LINE