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W/NKLE _ M GOES TO MX JL PRATT W.N. U. RELEASE THE STOBY THUS FAR: Forty-four ycar-old Wllbrrt Winkle, who operates a repair shop In the alley bark of his home, ti notified by his draft board that he Is la 1-A. He breaks the bad news to Amy, Ma domineering wife, who becomes suddenly tender. Mr. Winkle Is sent to Camp Squibb, a thousand miles from tame. After graduating from Motor Mechanics school, Mr. Winkle goes home OB a furlough. Amy hardly knows him, and bis dog, Penelope, barks at him furiously. After returning to camp Mr. Winkle and bis friend, Mr. Tinker, are •enl to a point of embarkation. Soon Uiey find themselves on the high seas, in a big convoy. They meet some of their friends aboard and are encouraged. CHAPTER XI At lunch time they were at last lold where they were going. Nothing *as said about the main convoy. {•*rom the beginning it had been planned to send them to the island jf Talizo, one of the steppingstones .n tho retrieving of certain precious ttones stolen by the Japanese when ao one was looking. The south end of the fifty-mile-long island had been captured by Ameri can forces, along with an airfield .onveniently just completed by the Japs, who still held the northern half of Talizo. They would land some :imo the next morning. Mr. Winkle searched in his guide tx>ok for the entry under Talizo. To It was hot on land after the sea a* they marched through town. his satisfaction ho found that the is land had cannibals. It was, in fact, noted for them. Late that afternoon a collection of dark dots came out of the sinking Mjn ahead of them. The nun crews of their own and the other ships sprang to their stations, alert and tense. But soon word was passed übout that these were their own planes, come to protect them in that most dangerous of all times, dusk on the sea. No enemy, from under, on, or over the sea appeared either that night or •it dawn when the planes returned to take up their vigil and escort the convoy to port. Land, now made out boldly, was seen to be a low-lying shore reach uig up abruptly to a towering volcan ic mountain ridge running along the far side of Talizo. It was a scene of such beauty as to be very nearly unreal. As they approached closer, here and there the white wisp of a waterfall could be seen throwing it self down from the mountain jun gles and disappearing into the thick green growth {plow. That war and the killing and maiming of men could exist on this peaceful looking island did not seem credible. Looking at it, all you wanted to do was to land hero, among the palm Irees on the white sandy shore and spend the rest of your life. Mr. Winkle and his several thou sand companions gazed at it with awe and wonderment. The island was almost the thing for which Mr. Winkle searched, and he wondered if he would find it here. Mr. Winkle's impression of land ing was not one of danger, but of fascination. Their troopship was the first ves sel through the mine field and the opening made by a small tug draw ing back the boom of the submarine net. Almost before the anchor was down in the harbor, landing nets were being thrown over the sides of the ship and boats lowered. They climbed down, packing them selves in the lifeboats. Three of these, tied together, were pulled by a launch to one of the piers. The men stared at a half-sunken supply ship they passed. Some of them identified shore batteries placed on either point of the harbor. It was hot on land, after the sea, as they marched through the town. Passing by the thatched huts, they saw that most of them were vacant. Only here and there were they occu pied by brown-skinned people whose large dark eyes gazed at them apa thetically. A few of them were girls ilad in a simple garment of printed cloth which left one shoulder bare and outlined the rest of their slim bodies to their knees. "Whadda you know?" breathed Uf Tinker. "Whadda you know?" "Now, now," cautioned Mr. Win kle. "We're here to protect them, that's all." "Sure," said Mr. Tinker. "Sure." He twisted his head, to keep in sight as long as he could what he looked forward to protecting. On the far side of the village the jungle began, a monstrous growth of palms, lianas, bushes, vivid flowers, breadfruit trees, and banana plants. Into this they marched along a nar row white shell road that threw up heat in nearly suffocating waves. They began to sweat. They came to a tent so cleverly camouflaged that they failed to make it all out at once. It was painted the exact color of the vegetation. Limbs of trees grew over its roof. Nets, to which branches were at tached and sprayed a permanent green, covered it in other places. The jungle was honeycombed with such tents, some of them small, some of them large enough to house a small circus. Again Mr. Winkle felt safe. He told himself nothing could happen to him in such a hid den installation. He had half-expect ed to make a landing amidst a hail of bullets and exploding bombs. At their tirst meal in the mess tent they tasted new foods, potato like taro, papaya* and wild chicken. Mr. Tinker spat most of them out and took to what he called civilized dishes also provided. Mr. Winkle swallowed them, if not with relish, at least with pleasure in their proving how definitely he was on a tropic island. The newcomers were asked such a barrage of questions that they had little chance to put any of their own. The few they managed to get in were mostly answered with a lifting of the shoulders. One man jerked his thumb toward the north and said, "We're just sitting each other out." The Messrs. Winkle and Tinker reported to one of the shops, where Mr. Tinker was open-mouthed at the equipment and Mr. Winkle was im pressed. Trucks, reconnaissance and com mand cars, and jeeps and peeps were driven into spacious tents which held as complete equipment as to be found at home. The canvas sides were rolled up for ventilation, giving them a pleasant air of being outdoors. The familiar smell of oiled machinery and carbon monoxide fumes reached their nostrils. These perfumes were more heartening than the sweet, curious odors of the jungle with which they competed. Men like themselves, trained as they had been, following the same procedures, labored over the vehi cles, one of which had its entire rear end missing as if it had been torn off with a violent hand. The men looked up, gazing idly, curious ly, or with interest at the newcom ers. Only once did they pause in their quick, deft attentions to the motors. A radio, abruptly turned on, buzzed and crackled for a mo ment, and then from it came the clear, assured announcement "This is the United States of America." The men went still for an instant, taking it in. They glanced at each other and some of them smiled brief ly, almost shyly. As the short-wave program went on, giving the news from home, they returned to work with an added zest. Mr. Winkle couldn't suppress a tingle that went through him and a choking in his throat. It quieted the queasy feeling in his stomach. It made him know that the'jungle of Talizo, at least this part of it and more to come, was the U. S. A. When a mail went out, Mr. Winkle was allowed to write only the barest information to Amy. He refrained from saying much for the double reason of living up to the censorship regulations and not caring to fright en her. He omitted certain things he discovered in his paradise, such as malaria, dysentery, white ants with a pincers attack worse than any war maneuver ever conceived, and mosquitoes so profuse that a net over the bed served only to trap them inside where they could concen trate their attack. It must, he thought, be enough of a strain for Amy not even to know where he was beyond the fact that he was in the South Seas area. He kept to the cheery things, such as the taste of roasted wild pig, and the crawfish, shrimp, and prawns. He described the flowers, and dwelt on the hibiscus, which he thought went better with the tropics than anything else. He told her about the parrots and cockatoos of the jun gle, and how the air was filled with the color of flashing wings. He said there were no cannibals about just then but he hoped even tually to see one. He described war as being nothing at all like what he had expected, and assured her that he would be back some day. "No Jap bullet has my name on it," he wrote. He pondered on whether or not he should leave this in. It was boast ing a little, for he had yet to hear a shot fired on either side. In the end he let the statement go, deciding it was reassuring more than anything else. And he didn't want to give her the impression that he really wasn't in the war. Mr. Tinker was in it so little that he didn't think much of Talizo as a battleground. When a truck was brought in with a few bullet holes through its body, it was a matter of some curiosity. And the bullets had been fired so far away that the a' 1 - THE DANfUTRY REPORTER. DANBtTRV. N. C.. THURSDAY, JANUARY 11. 1945 tual fighting seemed remote and un real. They saw nothing of the enemy and heard nothing of him. There were so few evidences of his exist ence that they were hardly worth while. Even the two cots in their tent hadn't been vacated by dead men, but by men who had contract ed tropic fever and been sent home. The native girls ran when Mr. Tink er made approaches; they didn't trust any human being in a sol dier's uniform. All in all, Mr. Tinker was very much disgusted. He said he might as well be home working at his plumbing, and he told Mr. Winkle he might as well be home in his shop. Mr. Winkle, on the other hand, could not conceal from himself the fact that he was pleased. He breathed easier, thinking that if this was all there was to it, it wasn't so bad. To the north, he knew, lay the airfield and the main part of the American forces of occupation. And farther on there was jungle fighting where men stalked each other through the undergrowth and sniped from the trees. But this was not his business, and he came into con tact with none of those whose affair it was. Mr. Tinker hoped to bo sent north on some mission. "It's the only way I can see for me to get me my Jap," he said. Mr. Winkle didn't understand how he could expect this. "You'd be on other duty," he pointed out. "Not all the time I won't," Mr. Tinker said. "You wouldn't tell any body," he pleaded, "if I went oil for a while, would you, Pop?" "You won't do any such thing," Mr. Winkle scolded. Mr. Tinker remained silent, look ing glum but determined. Mr. Tinker had only contempt for the south tip of the island, to which he and Mr. Winkle were sent sev eral times to rescue vehicles in dif ficulties. He could hope to find no Japs there. The shore was lined with American machine-gun fox holes, and it was here that the Al phabet, to his chagrin, was sta tioned. Sergeant Czeideskrowski and his crew, including Freddie and Jack, agreed with Mr. Tinker about their part in the war. Nothing, they felt, would happen in the portion given to them. They had come thousands of miles to sit and watch and wait for action that would never materialize. They with Mr. Winkle over looked the fact that when you are in a war you are in a war. Awakened early one morning, Mr. Winkle and Mr. Tinker were told to report to the orderly tent on the double-quick. Their Commanding Officer looked grim when he told them "Hop in a jeep and get down to Post Number Nine. Repair a com- Mr. Winkle was allowed to write only the barest information to Amy. mand car you'll find there and bring it back. Don't waste any time. There's mist off the shore. Any thing can come out of it." Mr. Winkle's heart leaped as he saluted with Mr. Tinker and hur ried out. "Something," said Mr. Tinker, "is up." Mr. Winkle was very much afraid that this might be so. "Nine," he said. "That's the Alphabet." At the motor park tent they found the men on duty there had the same tense attitude. "You'd better take some extra cartridge clips," they were told. These were given to them. They drove out. Mr. Winkle didn't like the extra cartridge clips, but he did feel better to have rifles slung alongside the bouncing car. When they reached the road run ning south along the shore, they saw the mist. Between hillocks ol the beach ridge they could make il out standing like a wall several hun dred yards offshore, mysterious, dangerous, unreasonable. It made Mr. Tinker enthusiastic. "The Japs know we're about ready to push them in the face in the north," he held. "Mebbe they'll take this chance." (TO BE CONTINUED) IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I CHOOL Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D. Of The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. Released by Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for January 14 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used by permission. JESUS BEGINS HIS MINISTRY I.ESSON TEXT—Matthew 3:13-4:11. GOLDEN TEXT—Thou shalt worship the Lord thy Cod. and Him only (halt thou serve.— Matthew 4:10. Ready for service—this is the next scene from our Lord's life which comes before us in Matthew. Thirty years had passed since His birth, but these are hidden in silence, save for the one glimpse of Him in the temple which is given only by Luke. These were not years of idleness or luxury. He was obedient to Joseph and Mary. He worked in the carpen ter shop. He fellowshiped with God's people, and best of all, with His heavenly Father. He showed obedi ence and faithfulness in life's ordi nary things. And then, all at once, the day of His public ministry was at hand. His baptism and temptation were a part, the opening event, of that ministry. We find Him: I. Identified With Sinners (3:13-15). John, the fiery forerunner of Jesus, had come with a burning message of repentance, and sinners were coming to him to be baptized as a sign of their contrition. Suddenly Jesus appeared. John pointed to Him as the "Lamb of Ciod which taketh away the sin of the world" (John 1:29). When He offered Himself for baptism, John demurred. There was no sin in Jesus that He should need baptism. There was tio occasion for Him to express in a special act His obedi ence. for He always did the will of God. (Heb. 10:7). Why then was Jesus baptized? We find the answer in the central pur pose for which He came into the world, namely, to save sinners. Here at His official entrance upon that work He, who though He knew no sin was to become sin for us, took the sinner's place in baptism. It was not because He had Himself sinned, but because He was to become the substitute for the sinner. What mar velous condescension and grace! 11. Approved of God (3:16, 17). The Holy Spirit, like a dove, rested upon Him. The dove is one of the symbols of the Spirit, and speaks of gentleness, meekness, purity, peace and love. Out of the eternal dwelling places in heaven came the voice of the eternal Father expressing His ap proval and pleasure in His son. The person and work of Christ bear their own commendation of Him to us as divine. Here we have the Fath er's word, and the Holy Spirit's com ing. Thus we have here the entire Trinity. 111. Tempted bv Satan (4:1-11). A time of testing was ahead. Jesus did not fear it, but notice that He did not seek it either. He was led by the Spirit into this great conflict. We may learn that we must not seek nor put ourselves in the way of temptation, but when it comes we may meet it without fear. God is with us. He was tempted as the Messiah, and the Son of God, and it was a real testing, one from which we need to learn what to do when tempted. It was threefold: physical, spiritual and vocational. 1. The Physical Temptation. Forty days of conflict with Satan made His body hungry. Under such circumstances it was a terrific temptation to use His divine power to make bread. He could have done it, but He did not. One doesn't have to live, but one does have to obey and honor God. Note how effectively Christ used Scripture (from Deuteronomy—have you read it lately?). It is the only sure answer to Satan's temptations, but you must learn it if you are going to use it. 2. The Spiritual Temptation. Here Satan asked Him to presume on the grace of Cod. If he cannot get you to abandon your faith, he will urge you to go to some fanatical and unscriptural extreme in using it. God always cares for His own when they are in the place where He wants them to be, but He does not deliver us from foolhardy and unnecessarv risks which we want to call "faith." 3. The Vocational Temptation. Christ had come into this world to wrest from Satan, the usurper (who Is now the prince of this world- John 12:31), the kingdoms of this world. Satan suggested to Him that He could accomplish this by simply bowing down to him—thus escaping Calvary's cross. Satan Is busy urging men to take spiritual bypaths. He has his own leaders who skillfully evade and avoid the cross. They have a religion without the offense of the cross, but, mark it well. It Is not Christianity, even though it hears that name. Jesus met and defeated Satan by the use of Scripture, and by honor, ing God the Father. Jesus' re sistance of the devil caused him to go awny. It still works Read James i:7. Then came the angels to minis ter to Him. Victory over the enemy of our souls brings peace and spiritual refreshment. SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS Pretty, Be-Ruffled Dress for Tots A I >jIETTIER party dross would be hard to find! Your pride and joy will love this guy b -ruined pantie frock with its sweet round yoke, scalloped front and swing time skirt. Make it for kinder garten too in bright colorful cot tons. Joint Ownership It was in a Texas town which boasts of parking meters, five cents an hour. A jeep pulled up, and a soldier clambered out. "Hey, son," a cop called after him, "You'd better drop a nickel." The soldier looked at the meter, and shaking his head, retorted: "It's just as much yours as mine, you drop the nickel." 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