“Leather Stocking” Fenn Gets Deer With Writ of Mandamus Another great hunter has now loomed on the horizon eclipsing Major (then Capt.) David McConnell, the guy who shot a tiger with a .45 and chased the wounded beast across rice paddies in a Jeep. He is Col. C. C. Fenn. Strangely enough our current hero is also a judge advocate. He didn't shoot a tiger though. In fact he brought home a black buck in a large cigar box, hung the victim up in his bathroom, declared open house, leaned back in his chair and said: "Well, boys, it was this way..." According to Col. R. A. Osmun, Col. R. D. Daugherity and Maj. C. D. Cutting (in chorus), "Leather Stocking" Fenn knocked his buck down with a writ of mandamus and delivered him on a writ of habeas corpus after the buck had signified nolle prosequi. Osmun, Daugherity and Cutter each brought back a vivid case of sunburn. Affadavit by Col. Clarence Fenn, Judge Advocate: "On or about November 22 I swear and affirm that I accompanied a law-abiding company of officers and marksmen in pursuit of animal goondas of the species cervus domesticus, sex, dama, alleged to be acting in a manner threatening to the public safety, and or endangering the status quo under Section XIII, Defence of India Rules, with enhanced penalties. "On or shortly before midday I sighted one of these miscreants in the act of wantonly, willfully, and feloniously, with premeditated and malicious aforethought, destroying certain herbiage in an area adjacent to the Jumna River. "I thereupon hastily drafted charges under the 92nd, 94th, and 96th Articles of War, impaneled myself in auctoritas absentia as a general court-martial, hastily found the accused guilty as charged on all specifications and rendered findings of death by a firing squad. In the absence of review in authority I at once assumed the responsibility of carrying out the court's orders, with the result that those whom I regard as my friends will be invited to a venison dinner when, as and if the carcass is found to be edible by a Board of Medical and Sanitation officers shortly to be appointed." Given under my hand and seal this 22nd day of November, in the year of our Lord nineteen-hundred and forty-two. Signed. Attest. Great Seal. |
A bomber crew has now flown an American heavy bomber from Florida to India in just exactly
67 hrs., 25 min., elapsed time.
This eclipses the previous record established by the same crew in the same type of plane. Their former record was the "slow" speed of 98 hours elapsed time. According to Brigadier General Clayton Bissell, who made the announcement at his regular weekly press conference, the flying time of the record-breaking hop was 60 hrs. and 12 minutes. The ship was piloted by Lt. Edward Higgins with Lt. Howard S. Coryell, co-pilot; Lt. William R. Charmley, navigator; Sgt. William C. Fields, engineer and Sgt. Robert L. Rice, radio operator. In a recapitulation of offensive activities of the India Air Task Force, Bissell pointed out that American planes have conducted six recent bombing raids against objectives in Burma without one of our planes even being hit by either anti-aircraft fire or enemy planes. In one raid our bombers dropped 40 thousand pounds of bombs in the target area. Wrecked Jap planes found in the Assam area now number 15, he said, "which is in excess of the number of actuals and probables claimed by us." JUST LIKE PARIS? After Br. Hq. USFCBI had moved into its new quarters this week, Col. Frank Milani, Adjutant General of the headquarters, walked into the room marked "Officers" for the traditional purpose. He found the room full of Indian laboring women brushing their teeth and not the least bit abashed. The blushing colonel beat a hasty retreat remarking: "It's just like Paris during the last war." |
GAS DRILL WITH AUDIENCE - All gas drills are the same and you've all seen a hundred pictures of them, but you've never seen one before with a large body of Indians gathered around to watch the strange antics of "testing for gas" and other oddities involved in the routine. |
BOXING PROCEEDS TO INDIA RELIEF Profits from a recent three-day boxing tournament held at an American air depot in India have been turned over to the Indian Family War Relief Fund, according to a report from Capt. Robert A. Wys, athletic and recreation officer, to the Hq., 10th Air Force. This charity should not be confused with the drive for funds to aid destitute Indians in the Bengal area started in the Roundup two weeks ago. According to the report, the tournament netted Rs. 2,893-12 ($875.73) all of which has been turned in to the relief fund. |
THIS AINT THE ASTOR - Our boys sweating it out up in Assam aren't bothered with those inner-spring mattresses, ice cream bars and other luxuries indigenous to modern warfare in certain sections. This is the inside of one of their bamboo hut living quarters. Are they squawking? Sure! |
JUGS FOR JAPS - These jugs of TNT are being rolled into place ready to be dropped on the Nip in Burma. Rolling are T/5 Viking A. Nelson, Pvt. Henry F. Szyzputowski, and Corp. Curtiss B. Hamilton. |
ASSEMBLY LINE - It's a little different from GMC or Chrysler, but they've got an assembly line in Assam too. These two gents make up a large part of it. They are Sgt. Henry Lochman and Corp. Paul E. Yeager. They're working on a motor. |
SERVICE LINE - The P-40, now used as a bomber and a fighter, is gassed and loaded with bombs on the Assam service lines in less than five minutes on the average. The P-40 has taken care of its full quota of Japs since the start of this clam bake. |
ANTI-AIRCRAFT - During a recent disturbance up in Assam the anti-aircraft machine-gunners did all right by themselves against enemy strafers. Ready to go with a British Brenn gun are Pvt. Charles F. Matlock and Pvt. John A. Nicholas holding clips. |
FERRY COMMAND - The machine-gunners on the left belong to the India-China Ferry Command as do the two planes above. Although the Japs attacked the Assam airfield three times a few weeks ago the old DC-3's just keep flying along with that freight to and from China. This picture shows a plane on the ground with another about to land. |
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AIR DEPOT CLUB - This is an air depot ball club that challenged the boys on "Per Diem" hill and won. Sitting left to right: M/Sgt. O. B. Lumpkin, Pvt. Charles E. Hubbard, Pvt. Arthur M. Lemon, Pfc. John J. Guyton, Pvt. John J. Parra, Pvt. Hy E. Miller, Pfc. Harry Kareka, Pvt. Charles E. Brennon, Sgt. Walter Neidert. Standing left to right: Pfc. Claude E. McCarley, Sgt. Ralph W. Gilbert, S/Sgt. Lloyd Derrington, Sgt. Lee W. Post, T/Sgt. L. J. Duffin, Corp. Earnest L. Ford, Pvt. Clifford B. Jarco, Pfc. William Lantrip, Corp. Frank R. Bakartis, Corp. Alonso O. Brannus, Corp. Robert W. Naga. |
THREE-LEGGED WINNER - Winner of the three-legged race at an Indian base port field day was the team of Sgts. W. B. Penny and E. L. Alexander (extreme left) of a bomb squadron. Second were Sgt. Paul L. Horner and Corp. James P. Brown of a service squadron (third from left) and third was the Hq. and Hq. squadron composed of Corp. George Boner and Pvt. Arthur E. Finnly, Jr. (second from left). |
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A HAMBURGER AND A COKE - Although our photographer was too lazy to jot down any names in this picture, it's obviously a bunch of the boys tying on to those old refreshments out in the weeds. |
DEER HUNTERS - Sgt. Bob Godfrey and a couple of bearers display the evidence brought back from a recent Indian deer hunt. According to Bob, this animal is about half as large as a Montana deer but about twice as fast. The Garand makes a pretty good hunting rifle. |
MEDICAL MOTHER GOOSE (The following ditties were clipped by Lt. Col. E. M. Rice, from medical periodicals.-Ed.) Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet A cute, cunning, chic Army nurse, An Army doc plied her With liquor, then tried her; But, oh, how it flattened his purse! Hi diddle, diddle, A corpulent middle, And other defects may be waived It means more physicians Can now get commissions, The Medical Corps has been saved! FOR WHAT For what are we fighting, said the small boy to his dad For what are we fighting, what is all the noise about And sadly the father, found an answer for the lad My son, we fight so you can have the right To know the truth to questions you're in doubt. For what are we fighting, cried the mother sad with fear For what are we fighting, what is all the noise about And bravely the soldier, tried to kiss away each tear My dear, we fight so we can have the right To laugh and love, to sing and dance and shout. But hasn't all this quite a familiar echo Wasn't all this spoken just a generation ago Vows were made, only to be broken Lord, what must we do to have our dreams come true. For what are we fighting, asked the people in a rage For what are we fighting, what is all the noise about And calmly the wise men, wrote the answer on a page So everyone in all the world could read We fight so we can have the right to live in peace. - Cpl. LEO LIEBMAN PROMOTIONS - Pfc. Norman Diamond got his two G.I. mascots promotions the other day. On the left is S/Sgt. Basic and on the right is Pfc. Adler. FALCON TRAINER - Robert Widmier has been training birds for seven years with primary interest in Falcons. He's back at the same old game in India. He expects to teach this falcon to snap for annas. BEAT IT OUT - They were really hammering out that jive down at one of India's base ports when our colored troops got all wound up in a Hallowe'en party. The photographer was too lazy to get the lad's name, but he's really beating it out. |
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