Vol. II No. 45 BENGAL AIR DEPOT NOVEMBER 3rd, 1945
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Observing Halloween with a gay holiday Stateside spirit, a gala throng of GIs attended the "country fair" carnival held at Rajah's Rest last Wednesday night and had, as one individual put it, "a rip-snortin' double-barreled time."
The many booths featuring games of chance, skill and luck were constantly crowded as gamesters endeavored to increase their 'play' money to purchase worthwhile gifts. Free refreshments were available for those fatigued by the activity, and grin dimples stretched way to here as a EPU entertainment unit flowed through a sterling floor-show.
No Halloween witches, screeching spooks, or hobgoblins were observed lurking in the dark coprners but lighted pumpkins cast eerie smiles around the patio and lent the correct motif to the occasion.
The booths, built by Post Utilities and gayly decorated, consisted of a While of Fortune, "Spill Em," Bingo, a Fortune Telling tent, Ring Toss, Poker, and a dart game "Strip Tease" which proved a very popular enterprise since a life-sized pin-up replete with anatomy was undraped depending upon where the darts landed. GIs handled the concessions and deserve a loud oral "Thanks" for their efforts and for the professional touch they displayed when 'hawking' the attractions of their respective booths.
The entire feminine staff of the 'Rest' guided the festivities and lent a bright touch to the proceedings - well, just by being "wimmen creatures," and reminding the revelers what women look like undisguised in sarees.
Miss "Pete" Peterson, program director, also desrves a tip of the hat for the origination of the carnival. It was ultra-ultra!
Information Center Activated On Depot
If you are going to start a business, float a government loan, get married, have a baby (oops, pardon us), or want to know what Army Regulation says, "They can't do this to me" just call extension 265 or 266.
These two telephone numbers are the keys to founts of wisdom as extensive as the Encyclopedia Brittanica and information precise enough to satisfy Doctor IQ.
The factor that supplies this amazing knowledge at the other end of the 'Ameche' phone is known as the Information Office.
As a subsidiary section of the Control Office under the direction of Major J. S. Rhoads, the service has been set up at the specific behest of Colonel Glenn C. Thompson. Depot CO. Colonel Thompson suggested the information service be patterned after a similar set-up he had under his command at Langley Field, Virginia.
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The information staff is manned by S/Sgt. Frank B. Evans, 48th Dep. Rep, S/Sgt. Robert Kemmally, 83rd Hq. Sq., Cpl. Earl W. Alles, 48th Dep. Rep., Cpl. Charles Kammermeyer, 47th Sup. Sq., and Pvt. John R. Wilson, 83rd Hq. Sq.
Any reasonable question will be answered by the staff of Major Rhoads, providing the answer is available. Extensive files are maintained and five fields of endeavor are represented in the personal experience of the staff. Technical questions about Engineering, Maintenace, Supply, Administration or Personnel are right up the respective alley's of the men mentioned. If the staff can't answer the question and the files don't carry the answer every effort is made to contact someone who can.
Questions like - Where can we get a field kitchen? Who is authorized to wear the so and so service ribbon? What are the reference numbers to regulations regarding army control of GI marriages overseas? - are typical examples of questions answered by the Information Office.
Please do not ask the popular question: WHEN AM I GOING HOME?
THe office is housed in building B-14 just across the street from the Depot Carpenter Shop. If you have a question or need information to settle a problem get in touch with the Information Office.
Their motto is: "You ask it, we'll answer or find it." They'll try to live up to this motto if you furnish the questions.
There's Still Time for Your Christmas Sign
1st Lt. "Bud" Widom. Special Services shepherd, announced today with wild aplomb - like giving away prizes was the only mission he had in life - that there's still time, men, to win a crisp, virgin, $25.00 or $10.00 War Bond. Here's the pitch:
Just borrow a bottle of ink, scrounge out a piece of 8x8" paper somewhere, add elbow grease, and after mixing them all well together turn in the finished product - supposedly a Christmas Carol - as your entry into the Depot Xmas Card Contest. Anything pertaining to Christmas goes... so who knows??... there's plenty of short beers squeezable from a War Bond.
The best entry, which will be used for reproduction for fellows to purchase and wing home to the relations, will garner the fat $25.00 Bond, while the second best will receive the not-grown-yet-size, the $10.00 Bond.
The deadline gong strikes at midnight, November 7th, which is next Wednesday, so let's out with the fountain pens and ideas by then, men, or that echo you hear will be opportunity's knock fleeing out the gate.
New Honey At Beehive
Blonde bombshell and newly appointed chief babu at the Beehive is attactive Georgiana "Georgie" Isham of Flagstaff, Arizona, who is replacing Bobbie Bond, former "Queen Bee" now heading Stateside.
Miss Isham got into ARC work May of last year because of a yen for adventure and the desire to help out in war work. A graduate of the University of Arizona, she was teaching youngsters at Phoenix their ABC's when accepted.
India first saw Georgie in May 1944. She spent eight months at Karachi and then six months at rest camps at Subathu and Madras. She like BAD and finds the men at Kinnison, "Very friendly. I think we will get along swell. I am gouing to keep Bobby's policies going and hope the GIs will not hesitate to come to me with their suggestions. Both Florence (Van Aiken) and I realize the men now have more time on their hands and we'll be glad to keep things humming until they feel that gangplank under them."
Also leaving Kinnison's soil is "Libby" Heppell, now on rest leave, who will be assigned elsewhere upon her return.
No Sissy, This Cookie
On a recent flight over Calcutta, Col. Glenn C. Thompson, the Depot CO, was giving several enlisted men on the Post an aerial view of their surroundings. He engaged one of the men in conversation:
"Ever been up in an airplane before?" he asked.
The enlisted man nodded, "I've never made a landing."
Col. Thompson gave the enlisted man a double-take.
"I was a para-trooper," the enlisted man explained. "We always had to jump! This will be my first landing."
Loopers to Lacerate Garden In Ball Tourname
All men in the Depot wishing to witness some wicked and fast championship basketball will have their chance starting Tuesday when a five-day All-American Invitational Basketball Tournament starts at the Monsoon Square Garden November 6th to the 10th inclusive.
Twelve teams in all will participate as chosen from local fives on the basis of their showings in league competition. So if you want to see some fast cage action whipping through five consecutive nights make a date inside the Garden's gate come Tuesday.
IT SAYS HERE THAT:
The Army intends "to put military service in peacetime on a par with any civilian field for the young man who wants opportunities for advancement, self improvement and economic security," says Secretary of War Patterson. In a summary of the new Recruitment Act, Patterson mentioned "extended furloughs, enlistment bonuses, educational and loan benefits, family allowances, retirement on half pay after twenty years service and other benefits."
Every man who enlists or re-enlists in the Regular Army for a three-year tour has his choice of force and theatre. Overseas pay has been continued indefinitely. Under the act men may enlist for three or two years or eighteen-month periods. In addition, an enlisted man with at least six months active service and now in the Army may enlist for a one-year term.
Muster-out pay is payable in a lump sum, instead of installments if the soldier desires, and travel pay within the U.S. is given for furlough. If a man enlists while serving in the Army or within three months of his discharge, he receives a re-enlistment bonus of $50 per year of honorable service in his prior term.
Now take socks. Or first take the GI laundry . . . and someone should while the average GI still has a few frayed threads left to camouflage his strawberry birthmark. For the laundry, to rinse out a phrase, has taken the GIs to the cleaners time and daylights again. For curiosity's sake, and in pure self defense, we recently conducted a personal investigation into the methods and wherewithal used by the Depot's laundry for purification of our khaki raiment. But never, never, again! Even on a gray day foggy with vapors! For our timid constitution cannot weather again such unadulterated mayhem of button-busting as our attire was subjected to undergo before being strung limply out in the dust to dry. It was, speaking wetly, murder. It all began, more or less, with one sock. The less meaning that the sock came home to roost, all alone, mateless, and completely doughnut-holed where the hawser rope that they tie them together with had been inserted. And the more, in this case, meaning that the alleged returned sock was more frayed than a stored mattress visited by starving rats. Even in the most perfect condition what can the average fellow, a natural born biceped, do with just one sock? One sock, like spaghetti minus the meatballs, just simply has no soul. Absolutely. Still, in search of the missing mate we visited the laundry. Let us say, before wandering farther, that this was our second mistake - the first was soiling our apparel so that it had to go to the laundry. None-the-less our unsuspecting naivete led us to the washing warehouse. It was a delirious scene. Indians, seemingly filled with a diabolic zest for their jobs, and utilizing a wicked over the shoulder swat, were gleefully pounding our clothes into nonentity against a solid concrete wall of the scrubbing vat. You could hear buttons crack, see them wing wildly away at a tangent from their moorings, and spin like loaded dice upon the ground. The sound as they split atwain reminded you of small, fine bones cracking. And the whoosh, as the wet garments whipped through the air to smash sickeningly against the cement, made you marvel that cement could withstand such punishment. We were visibly shaken and awakened. For until then we were unaware that any clothing manufactured by mortal man could survive such assault. Without further investigation the problem of the missing sock was definitely settled in our mind; it had simply been pounded into complete disintegration and nothing short of a revolutionary miracle could possibly regenerate it to being. We now know where the fundamental principles of the atomic bomb originated. Trembling, we departed, and rather quietly. Back in the staid confines of our barracks, holding one sock forlornly in our hands, we brooded and thought the situation over - sometimes bitterly and sometimes impartially, for the principle of the thing remained obscure. . . The situation as it stands now has no stable answer. For whether Stateside, or transplanted to India, the GIs' lanundry has forever been a deep groan to all personnel concerned. Yet something should be done. For when army clothes finally shrink to where they fit your bulk nicely, there comes that jarroing moment, due to laundry savagery, when pet clothes split their bonds or sheer apart in your hands. It makes you ache. For you feel like an old friend has gone South. Or more agonistically, that moment when the laundry returns you only one sock, minus its partner, which is as futile a gesture of friendly intentions as can be conceived. You don't want to throw it away; the mate might turn up. You don't want it to become a home for roaches in your footlocker. What then? . . . a burning question! It is felt the pnly possible solution, if this situation is to continue throughout time, is that the army in retribution should inaugerate more Christmas's. Several a year! That way benefits might develop, GIs could hang the mateless sock on the Yultide tree. Who knows, perhaps St. Nick would magicallt bring the other one for a present? If not, the average GI, who is a thrifty soul, would at least have the satisfaction of knowing his single stocking could be put to use every hence and then. But reforms of some type should be instigated. For as well as being afflicted with nightmares now and hearing buttons pop all through the twilight hours, we are also subjected to seeing matchless socks dance and cavort at the foot of our bunk. The strain is terrific! Any time now the meat wagon might haul us away . . . Johnnie Leonard
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Tiger Rag's Indian Aide
Scholar, teacher, lawyer and historian - the man of many facets - is the retiring Debi L. Shaw whose face behind the PX Photo counter is familiar to all GIs who have occasion to have film either developed or printed.
Many a GI who has gone home and amazed his folks and friends with a running speech in Hindu has Shaw to thank for his ability. Other who have returned Stateside with a fair knowledge of Indian customs, religions, and history, can credit Shaw for their knowledge. Your Tiger Rag has often turned to Debi for exacting data either in its articles or for its illustrated "SCENE" IN INDIA.
Shaw speaks and write fluently seven langiages and has a smattering of two others. THe seven are Bengali, Hindustani, Oriya (spoken in Orissiya), Bilaspuria (Central Provinces), Sanskrit (ancient tongue of India), Urdu (with Hindustani acts as a national langiage), and English. Madrasi and Spanish are his other two accomplishments.
This magnetic mannequin with her back to the wall (and thank goodness) is lovely Lina Romay who certainly knows how to wear stripes whether they're the GI version or unh-uh. The little lady, in addition to the obvious blessings bestowed upon her by nature, also sings, and quite provocatively indeed, with Xavier Cugat's orchestra.
Lina recently acquired a divorce from her spouse because the said gentlemen criticized her hats. Can you imagine such a thing? Hats! ... her hubby criticizes ... what a man! Who but a "feather merchant" would notice cranium protectors when such a luscious angel was standing beneath them? Hats! Heaven help our ancestors! Leave us say her ex-husband should come to India and get a fresh viewpoint about ... well ... hats, leave us say. Civilians certainly are an odd brace of bones. Hats! roll us over gently, doctor, our aching back, you know. |
Last week there appeared in this column a statement which brought many comments. In toto the statement read: "We'll all be home eventually and the longer the people have to wait for us the more they will appreciate us when we do get back." IOt is believed these unfavorable comments on the column originated because the statement was mis-interpreted and its phraseology and lack of further explanation did not entirely clarify the reason why the statement was made.
The average soldier's parents, wives, children, or brothers and sisters are inordinately proud of their men in the service. Naturally, they want them back home as average Americans because they love them deeply. But their pride will rise to a greater extent when the men do come home with the realization that their men have seen the job through - completely, well done even to the smallest phase of deactivation. If you stay and complete this job doesn't it stand to reason your loved ones will appreciate you and your sacrifices more and be prouder of you when yo u do return?
Eventually - between now and a brief period from now - we'll all be where we want to be: Home!
Let us say, then, that the sentence should read: We'll all be home soon and the longer the people at home wait for us - if we explain why we are slow getting home - the greater they will admire us knowing that we've seen a rough job completely through."
Let's carry on! Thanks.
And two to one, Army takes Notre Dame and Navy!!
Col. Glenn C. Thompson
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(Ed's Note: Recently we received a script from Art Goldberg, former editor of the Tiger Rag. For the many friends of Art left here after returning Stateside on TDY we herewith run in some personal excerpts from hios letter.)
"I know you're curious about what happened to me ... It took us two weeks to get to the U.S., including layovers at Karachi, Cairo, Casablanca, and Ft. Dix, N.J. ... We got bucket seats all the way, and brother, my achin' backside! ... Actual flying time was abot 65 hours ... At Ft. Dix they told us that men with 36 or more points could not be returned overseas - which didn't make us unhappy. ... The points needed for discharge will be 60 as of Nov. 1st. I've got 58, so should get out in three of four months.
"I've been drinking more beer, liquor, milk, and various other liquids than I thought I could hold and am being fed as though for a killing. ... I gained 8 pounds the first week home. ... The end of this week my wife and I are hustling away for a lolling at a mountain resort in New York, Laurel Country Club at Monticello.
"Drop me a line when the crummy movies, the heat, and plain frustration get you down and I'll commiserate with you. ... Regards to all my friends on the Depot. ... The States are wonderful."
(Ed's Note No. 2: We're convinced Art, just ship us a rowboat.)
Before a Friday night crowd of several thousand loudly vocal GIs, the BAB Fluers lost a thrilling basketball game to the Tollygunge Staters, league leaders, at Monsoon Square Garden by a score of 26 to 33.
Unfortunately this contest was typical of the Flyers' efforts this season ... they played like champions and then lost by a whisker. This sort of performance is acutely disappointing to fans and friends at Barrackpore, a large section of whom are hoping that the red-and-white uniformed Flyers will start winning the close ones henceforth.
As usual the Flyers looked good while losing. The team showed more spirity and more fight than ever before and did a wonderful job of out-playing a much taller team. But the Flyers missed enough easy shots to have won five games.
Tolly had an outstanding guard in Vorkapich plus a trio of sky scraper forwards named Conley, Moseley and Snow. As a matter of fact Snow was a sensation with his scoring from any place on the floor and his skillful ball-handling.
BAB had no outstanding star, which is rather a compliment to any team be inference that team play comes before the individual. The Flyers pack an awful wallop when they want to use it, they are an entertaining team to watch and they are certainly a better club than their .500 average for the season indicates.
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ROVING REPORTER
This week the Roving Reporter, after attending a recent sex lecture, wondered home some of the men felt about VD education in civilian life. So asked passersby the question: "Do you advocate this sort of system for civilians in the post-war United Sates?"
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BARRACKPORE AIR BASE
CAPTAIN WOOLMAN, rest-camping at at Ranikhet, decided to enjoy a bit of horseback riding. The horse wallah inquired just which type saddle the sahib would prefer, English or Western? THe good Captain blandly inquired what the difference was.
"Well," said the wallah, "the English saddle if flat while the Western saddle is curved and has a horn."
"Hell," said the Captain, with just a swish of his riding crop. "Just give me the English saddle. I won't need the horn for I won't be going in any traffic anyway."
JANE CONGER, the latest addition to our Red Cross Club, hails from West Orange, N.J. and is a vwery welcome member of "Gremlins Grotto," She brought with her an abundance of enthusiasm, a cheery smile, and a healthy appetite. Here's hoping the JERSEY MILK MAID retains all three. Good luck, JANE.
A surprise visit from COLONEL THOMPSON on a tour of inspection last week caught canteen manage JOE SHINE at a very inopportune moment. His RC kitchen resembled "Jake's Joint." Owing to the lack of doughnuts on this particular morning, JOE was attempting to fry some french toast to go with the coffee, when in the midst of everything the water was shut off. Results were that nothing could be cleaned up, leaving the joint looking a little untidy. Since that regrettable day JOE has had his "Gooks" on a clean-up drive - catching crumbs before they bounce on the floor and wiping up coffee stains before they become comfortably attached to the table.
T/SGT. BRENISHOLTZ'S splendid lecture on Veterans clubs, given this past week, leads us to believe that he may be ionterested in organizing his own club. What say, BOB?
At present writing our RC Club, GREMLINS GROTTO, is in the course of renovation and one can hardly tell the colors being splashed up on either ceilings or walls as SGT. HALL of Utilites has Indian painters practically hanging by sky-hooks all over the interior of the club. However, we get the impression that the general trend is to pastels and soft shades. Sounds cozy to me. Nothing like subdued light for sub-debs. Ouch, don't push me, I saw you!
Our BAB Flyers baseball team have created a very impressive record having played four games, winning two, splitting one, and dropping one by a 1-0 score. The first game, played against a Calcutta MP detachment, ended in a scoreless draw and featured the combined pitching of FLISCHEL and VAN NESS who held the opposition to one solitary hit.
The secpnd game against the Howrah Mulles was a winning effort with the BABs trouncing the Mullets 3-1. FLISCHEL pitched five hit ball and was never in trouble.
The third game also resulted in a 5-3 win against the Delta Air Depot and once again FLISCHEL was stingy with hits, allowing four. GUDGEL, LICHTER and HEALY drove in all the runs with timely doubles.
The fourth game played against the Bengal Tigers was a battle all the way with the Tigers putting together two hits in the fifth to score what proved to be the winning run. OAKIE, for the BABs, pitched air-tight four-hit ball and was backed by perfect support.
A PA system has been installed throughout the area to serve a double purpose. First, to keep GIs informed on world news, and secondly to bring a nightly reminder that we are still in the Army and respecters of the flag by sounding retreat, tatoo, and taps. Added to this latest feature is a weekly formal retreat and inspection held each Friday. Everything ran smoothly at the first return to militarism and was a credit to both officers and EM who have been "away from the Army in the Army" for so long.
LOU GUDGEL'S weight-lifting and body building class is growing daily, and some of the boys are tossing those heavy weights around like they were paper weights. Indian coolies look on in wonder as Instructor JONNY TAYLOR flexes his bulging muscles and goes through his routine. FRANKIE GASPER is an ardent member of the class and has advanced to the stage where he can now put on an exhibition of anatomy control that is the envy of his bunk mates.
CORPORAL BAMUS of the base MP detachment is either the Base's most ardent fisherman or has been in India too long. Every afternoon he can be found perched by the pond back of the PX dabbling a worm into the ripples and praying faithfully for a nibble.
SATURDAY, NOV. 3 6:00 PM - Bata Tour 8:00 pm - Games Nite - prizes SUNDAY, NOV. 4 9:30 am - Buddist Temple, Mohammodan Mosque Tour 10-11 am - Coffee Hour 1:00 pm - Victoria Memorial Swim Tour MONDAY, NOV. 5 11:30 am - Boat Cruise up Hooghly TUESDAY, NOV. 6 7:30 pm - Sing Song Festival WEDNESDAY, NOV. 7 8:00 pm - Pinochle Tournament 9:15 pm - Baksheesh Drawing THURSDAY, NOV. 8 8:00 pm - Bridge Tournament FRIDAY, NOV. 9 2:30 pm - Movie Studio Tour 8:00 pm - Bingo |
Bengal Air Depot - A Year Ago
Rajah's Rest observed its first anniversary on November 5th and commemorated the occasion with an Open House featuring music, food and refreshments, with a floor show in the evening put on by Special Services . . . A fascinating history of the Ghurkhas was written as a Department Feature . . . Twenty lucky men were rotated home having served two years overseas.
Along the sports sidelines the Flaming Bombs drubbed the Sultans in a softball game to the tune of 12-4 . . . The 1953rd Ord. Co. threw a gala party at a club downtown . . . Cpl. Chuck Curthoys contributed a humorous story to the 'Rag' entitled Little Red Riding Hood (GI version) . . . A Glee Club was in the process of activation to be used at Chapel services and for variety shows and broadcasts.
Miss Mildred Stutzenberger, a Kentucky gal, joined the ARC staff to complement Rajah's Rest . . . The athletic field was under construction with weeds and debris being removed and the ground leveled . . . A Pinochle tournament was started with all entries kicking in three rupees with the winner receiving three quarters of the proceeds and the runner-up one quarter with extra prizes of theater tickets and dinners given for outstanding bids and melds.
The PX was having troubles with its juke-box at the beer bar and was trying to figure out how to make the records turn faster since the juke-box had a 60-cycle motor and the current available was only 50-cycle . . . Maj. Gen. T. J. Hanley, Jr. was featured in the KNOW YOUR COMMAND section of the paper.
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On Lecture
Fred Friendly may have a nomenclature of master sergeant but the Depot found him to be the same boisterous, rowdy, GI super-snooper as before he recounted his further adventures in witnessing the final days of the Japanese surrender last Monday evening at the theater.
The Depot personnel turned out to a man at this I & E Command Performance which gave them a first hand vivid picture of doings in Japan, China, and in the POW camps.
Friendly was at his best as he described the feelings of the men who had been prisoners for so long in the prison camp at Mukden, the questions hurled at him during his talks there, the doings in the Geisha district which he visited "just for us," and the answer that Gen. "Vinegar Joe" Stilwell gave to the POW's question as to what a GI was.
As he raced from one experience to another, Friendly relived the swift sequences that meant the end of the Jap war machine. Only near the end of his disclosures did he turn towards a serious trend. Describing the horror that was Hiroshima and Nagasaki due to the atomic bomb hits, he wonderd if the Almighty was not warning humaniuty that war must end and was giving mankind a glimpse of what to expect if brother continued to fight brother.
After a short intermission at the conclusion of Friendly's talk, the USO Jive Jamboree displayed their wares which had the stage rocking with the high stepping antics of the troupe.
A DEEP SALAAM to the Rajah's Rest crew for their fine work on the Carnival. From all reports it was a howling success and local GIs enjoyed themselves immensely. MORE AND MORE men have been taking advantage of the Special Service Library and are catching up on their reading. What with the additional recreational hours, now is the time to read that book you've been wanting to get at. THE POST THEATER will feature some fine films this month - such hits as, "Bring On The Girls," "Belle Of The Yukon," "Conspirators," and many others which should bring you some relaxation from your untiring (?) efforts. KEEN INTEREST is being shown in out football pool and you'd be surprised how close some of our dopesters come to the actual score. Be sure to take a try for one of those cameras today! WEDNESDAY is the last day we can accept entries for the Christmas Card contest so hurry up and get it in! MALARIA CAN BE LICKED BY PREVENTION! USE YOUR REPELLENT AT THE POST THEATER!
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CATHOLIC Weekdays Monday, Tuesday, Friday Mass 0645 Wednesday: Mass, Rosary and Litany 1830 Saturday: Mass 1830 Choir practice Tuesday 1800 Instruction Class-Monday-1930 Wednesday-2000 Chaplain I.C. Baechler. by Chaplain G. Dennis. Sunday Evening Service: 1800 hrs by Chaplain O. Dennis. Sunday Evening: 1900 hours. Base Hq. 2 Room 204. Friday: Religious Services at Maghen David Synagogue at 1930 hours. Transportation leaves Motor Pool at 1830 hours. Chaplain Abraham Simon |
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Chaplain William C. Hart
We are all ambassadors. We have been all through these war years, and never has our country had so many representatives in foreign lands. America, which for so long has been represented or misrepresented to the majority of the world's peoples only by its moving pictures has now been judged by the behavior and attitudes of Americans in the flesh. We have been appraised by the acts of our responsible and of our irresponsible citizens, by our thoughtlessness and our thoughtfulness. Consequently, we have been found to be kind, arrogant, generous, selfish, friendly, loud, haughty, democratic, boisterous, good natured, and a host of additional adjectives which describe us - and all peoples. Wherever we have been we have helped write the pattern of future American international relations through the friendships or enmitics we have aroused.
We cannot take our role as ambassadors too seriously for international friendships are not sentimental fictions, they are the only guarantors or permenent world peace. The ancient kings married across boudaery lines to cement friendships between nations.
When we return home our role as ambassadors is reversed. Whether we are or not, people are going to regard usw as capable appraisers of the places we have seen - as authorities. Needless to say, we do not become authorities on the life or the peoples of a nation when we live almost entirely within the confines of an army post. We can do great harm or great good by opinions we offer regarding places we have visited.
In a democracy, foreign policy is determined, to a large extent, by the attitudes of the ordinary citizen. We cab help build American foreign policy on the bed-roak of truth if we see that they are free from emotional prejudices, hearsay evidence, and superficial observations; if we pose as authorities with great hesitancy; and if we take every opportunity within our grasp to learn and pronounce the unbiased facts.
BROOMTAILS AVAILABLE FOR BLISTERS
Attention all cowboys! Both "drug store" variety and plow jockeys! Base Section Special Services in Calcutta has announced that an additional string of sixteen nags has been added to the stable of forty head previously present at the Riding Academy. This means that over fifty excellent riding horses will be available for equestrian enthusiasts daily simply by phoning the SS office in the Hindusthan Buildiong, Calcutta, betweenn the hours of eight-thirty and eleven o'clock every morning. The exchange is Market, and the extension number is 49.
Riding parties are of one hour's duration, commencing at seven-thirty a.m. for the first session, and continuing on the second round at eight-thirty. The U.S. Army Special Service Riding Academy, as the stables are named, is located at the Veterinary Base in Alipore, only fifteen minutes from the center of Calcutta.
So if your hips are frustrated from lack of exercise and your bowlegs about to grow horribly straight from lack of a cayuse here's your chance of redemption; just contact SS in Calcutta as stated above.
Reservations for riding parties must be made twenty-four hours in advance in order to take care of the huge demand.
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Officers Bow to Sultans
Burnski scored the first and only tally for the 'Zeitlermen' in the second frame, when Smith, the Sultan catcher, tried to nip him at third and failed. The ball hit Burnski and bounded out of third baseman Lawman's reach. That one lone tally looked big on the small scoreboard until the first half of the sixth when seven Sultans batted.
Gaden, the lead-off batter drew a free pass from Janus, and went to second on a sacrifice bunt. Smith sent him winging home by rapping out a nice clean single to right. That tied the score and still left a man on the base. 'Powerhouse' Lawman whiffed, but Bojniewicz, the Sultan pitcher, singled to left and batted in the winning run. The skies stayed dark for the Officers a while longer as the Sultans loaded the bags.
No damage resulted other than what had already happened. Spirits soared briefly in the last of the seventh however when Burnski beat out an infield hopper with none out. Hess, Valcalea, and Fischer, however, couldn't find the right spot to meet the ball and all three went down swinging.
Janus, the Officers' pitcher, walked three and fanned five of the Sultan men, while Bojniewicz, the Sultan hurler, walked three and fanned eight.
893RD SCATTERS 923RD AT PING-PONG
In a return match last Thursday night a week ago the 893rd Signal Table Tennis team bested their rivals, the 923rd Signal, to the tune of 5-4.
In the first match, Specht of the 893rd defeated Zdazinsky 2 and 1, while Harre also trimmed Massie 2 and 1, giving the 893rd a 2-0 lead.
The 923rd gained one point in the next match as Cedilotte defeated Taintor 2 and 1 with the score tied as Morris of the 923rd sunk Hughes with some fact action.
Then, in the most spectacular match of the evening, Pepin, another sphere blaser of the 893rd dimmed the highly tauted 923rd s Goldberg which made the score 3-2. But only momentarily for Lewtas of the 923rd nipped Garrett evening up the tally at 3-3.
In the doubles, Haire and Hughes tacked down Cedilotte and Goldberg, while Pepin and Taintor skip-bombed Morris and Massie, which clinched the match. In the last doubles, Lewtas and Goldberg spilled their opponents, but too late to stem the flood.
The decisive match of the series will be played Friday evening.
9th Engine Drubs Two Fine Ball Clubs
Sunday, Oct. 28th, the 9th Engine Overhaul baseball team beat the Rebels 3 to 2 in 10 innings of an exciting ball game. Yerkes, the 9th Eng. 1st sacker slammed out three hits and played a sparkling game. Wise pitched with a steady hand allowing the opposition 2 runs on 7 hits and struck out 9 batsmen.
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Martin of the Rebels team singled to drive in 2 runs to tie the score at two all in the fourth inning. After two out in the first half of the 10th Yerkes connected for his third hit, a beautiful double down the left field line while Davlau then slammed a long double to left field scoring Yerkes. That proved to be the nail that spiked the Rebel team.
Monday afternoon the 9th Engine defeated a polished Brkpore team 1-0 in a close contest. Both shortstops of each team, John Armich and the Brkpore shortstop, showed the crowd some spectacular plays. Whittlesley bested the Brkpore pitcher although each allowed 4 hits apiece. The only scoring was made in the third inning.
After Whittlesley grounded out, Sulkowski was hit by a pitched ball, Earl advanced him to second, Yerkes drove a sharp single into right field, and although the right fielder made a beautiful throw to home the catcher missed Sulkowski as he slid in to score the only run of the game.
Intercoms Plow Under 923rd In Challenge Match
The 903rd Sig. Co. Intercoms, after accepting the challenge issued by the 923rd Sig. softball team, proceeded to decisively trounce the 923rd aggregation 5-2 in a game played on the New Area diamond last Saturday.
Chuck Callender was on the hill for the winners and allowed but two hits while his mates got to the offings of Sutton for all their tallies. Wadle replaced Sutton on the mound for the 923rd in the seventh and pitched scoreless ball but Callender, supported by good fielding, continued to baffle the 923rd hitters and protected his lead for the last two frames to gain the decision.
The Tiger Rag is a weekly publication edited and written by and for the enlisted personnel and Officers of APO 492, Air Service Command, and is under the direction of the Commanding General, Brigadier General Frank D. Hackett and the Public Relations Officer, Lt. Col. Edward B. Dixson. STAFF: EDITOR... Pfc. Arthur Goldberg; NEWS... Sgt. Robert J. McCarthy; NEWS... Pfc. Eugene Bernald; NEWS... Pfc. John Leonard; ART... Cpl. Layton H. Wicksten; PHOTOGRAPHY... Base Photo Lab. Statements or policies reflected through the columns of this publication under no circumstances are to be considered those of the United States Army. Articles submitted by Officers and Enlisted Men represent personal opinions only. Internet adaptation by Carl W. Weidenburner.
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