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CLOUDBUSTER
Saturday, January 23, 1943
CLOUDBUSTER
Vol. 1—No. 18 Sat., Jan. 23, 1943
Published weekly at the U. S. Navy Pre-'
Flight School, Chapel Hill, N. C., under super
vision of the Public Relations Office. Contribu
tions of news, features, and cartoons are
welcome from all hands and should be turned in
to the editoHal office, Room 218, Alexander
Hall.
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CoMDR. John P. Graff, USN (Ret.)
Commanding Officer
Lieut. Comdr. James P. Raugh, USNR
Executive Officer
Lieut, (jg) Kidd Brewer, USNR
Public Relations Officer
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Editor: Ensign Leonard Eiserer, USNR
Associate Editor: Orville Campbell, Y3c
By Lieut. Eric H. Arendt
Chaplain Corps, USN
Men of science, particularly those whose
search for truth has led them into fields deal
ing with the origin of Man, teach us that all
primitive peoples have always had some kind
of religion, based: upon an awareness of the
unknown, unseen Power which we attribute to
God. However remote these peoples have been
from the influence of other cultures, there has
always been a recognition of God.
Religion, in its earliest development prob
ably was nothing more than a means of sancti
fication of the natural goods of life. However
primitive and simple the lives of these people,
it had to be recognized that there was this
Power which made all things possible. From
this earliest realization of God there has been
progress throughout the ages—sometimes not
at the rate that we would have liked—^but
progress, nevertheless.
A second step in religious development came
with the establishment of a moral code—laws
of living. These are definitely stated through
out the Old Testament.
Then came the Christian concept, the basis
of which is sacrifice. That is what the Cross
symbolizes for us Christians. And the motiva
tion which comes from the Christian concept
is service.
Now, as we enlist all of our strength and
resources to make a better world for the gen
erations to come let us hope and act with all
our capabilities that our contribution will be
another step in the progress of religion—real,
active, useful and practical religion.
Lutheran members of the ship’s company
and their families are invited to attend a spec
ial Communion service this Sunday at 1030,
conducted by the Rev. Dorus P. Rudisill, pastor
to the Lutheran students of the University.
Cadets will form and march to Memorial Hall,
as usual, but will be dismissed in time to at
tend this Communion service which will be
held on the second deck of Graham Memorial.
“WHEELS”
(The following poem, sent to a lUth Bat
talion cadet by a friend, expresses well the
feeling of Navy mothers for their sons in the
air service. The author herself has two sons
in naval aviation.—The Editors.)
When you were tiny, Oh! dear heart,
I took you riding in your cart.
And I wias proud as I could be
To have you out where folks could see
My son. On four strong wheels you went,
My little child, by heaven sent.
So many wheels you’ve known since then;
A kiddie car you rode, and then
A wagon; and a two-wheeled bike
To take you and your pack on hike.
Then came the day, not back too far
You got a license for the car.
And when the fog as thick as down
Had settled deep all over town,
I listened for you through the night
Till I heard wheels and saw a light
In the garage, but for your sake,
You never once found me awake.
So now your wheels have found them wings,
And fuselage and guns and things
That go to make an airplane.
To make all people free again.
And you fly high o’er waters deep.
And in the sky your vigil keep.
You’ll Laugh Too
Your favorite tall story, truthful or other
wise, might make interesting reading in the
CLOUDBUSTER. Printed below are a couple
picked up from the Bluejacket, publication of
the Naval Training Station School, Memphis,
Tenn. Told by H. F. Bush, chief commissary
steward, they are similar to the type wanted
for this column, along with anecdotes and hu
morous items about Pre-Flight life. After
reading them, jot down your favorite story
and drop it in the Cloudbuster box in the ^
cadet store or bring it to the editorial office, j
Room 218, Alexander Hall. i
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“They used to call me ‘Home Run Rush’,” |
says Chief Rush, speaking with becoming |
modesty of his baseball prowess. “The only ;
way they could walk me in a baseball game ;
was to throw the ball back of me on my blind i
side. Once I whirled around, knocked the ball !
over the fence, got mixed up in my directions, 1
ran to third instead of first, and they deduct- i
See YOU’LL LAUGH TOO, page U \
And if some time you fly too high.
Or dive too deep—I shall not cry.
ril know that somewhere in the blue
You looked at God as you flew through;
You dipped your wing to another shore.
And your wheels rest on Heaven’s floor.
—By Margaret Osborn Ludwig
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