Hi-Ya Fellers:
Hov; time flies, it seems only yesterday
that ;/e, Geo. Hai’t, Mildred Eacker, Helen
y/alker, Emma Lou Blanton, and all the rest
of the gang v;ere creating a lot of confusion,
tryin/"’ to get off the third edition of the
"Hoover Rail".
We appreciate the many interesting
letters vve»ve had from you boys, and please
keep them cominf;, as they serve a two-fold
purpose, first, your honest criticisms as
to what you like and dislike, keeps us ever^
tr;'‘inn to do better, and second, every letter
printed, is the same as a letter to each and
every pal now in the service, now whether you
have written before or not, write us again and
a£i'ain, and tell us what you do in your spare
time (if you have any) your week-end leaves,
all about the girl you left behind Piid the
new ones you're meeting from time to time
(m^'rried men excepted on the girl question)
Rather than write you a personal
message this time, I want to give you a first
hand recount of what the "Hoover-Railers"
hf-vc to say ~ Now use your imagination a
little and lets go out and see who is hangin'
around and vihats cookin' - as v/e approach the Rail, we find only
two old cronies, Mon Prr.ckett, and Lofty Blanton. Mon seems migiity well pleased
with the world in gcncrrJ., and Lefty look.s like he has just bitten into a sour
apple. "Say, Mon, where's Sara Jeffries", "You laiov/ its too dangxsd early for San
yet, he won't be hero for at least five minutes, he's home listenin' to that ncv/-
fanglod Radio of his, that gets netvs, that none of us can get on our old Radios
- "Ey the way. Lefty, whj?, so down in the dunps, whats eatin* on j^ou, - Aw, I just
been a-readin' a magazine that gave the detailed account of Hitlers specch to the
world in generrJ. and to America in particular, iri ansxvcr to our invasion of Africa
and what bui’ns me up is, that little egotisticr'l, self-inflated nim-com-poop of a
pip-squeak, had the gall to say thtit we would yet have to ansT-/er to the Gerraan
pocplcs ingenuity - why, practically'- every instrur.icnt of modemTvar-farc is an
Amci'ican invention, for instance, electricity in all its phases, the steam-boat,
forerunner of our battle wag’ono, the aeroplane, the submarine, the machine gnin rjnd
the torpedo, ajnd countless others - to hoar him trlk about Gcrmcja ingx;nuity, why
man, about all they over "ingcnoood" was poison gas rjid snoal: attacks - he's told
so mr.ny lies, he's got hinaself actually believing them,
"Mon, why you looking so r.iuch like the cat, who just swallov;ed a nice fat
little canary, - "’Toll, cause things arc looking up - I smell Springtime in the
air - business is so good, ;rc're irorking overtimo rxid the best nows of all is the
war situation on nil fronts, - as for no, tl.o," ..iv '.l\ays tallcing about saving
thoir face, but I think they better worry about losing thuir britchcs." By way,
Itm hanging a Large picture in my home of all the big shots of the great nations *-
- Rcosovelt in my parlor, Churchill in ny dining room, ChirJig Kai Shek in my bed
room, Stalin in my hall, "But Mon, what about Hitler and Mussolini", - "Oh, yeali
I got one of them too", - "Vihere’ro you honging them, Mon?" - "Hell, Jir.i, arc you
kiddin'. "Yonder cones,Sam, - cone on Sam raid tell us what you just hcer'd". "Well,
the announcer said the Ja.ps have just talxn "Sal-^epatica", our war office adnits
it, but doubts their ability to hold it - he said the strain on thoir rear was
tremendous and the pressure on the mid-sector v/as ca,usiiig them to gripe to Higl"!
Heaven - the Japs tried to repress the ropoiiis, but it lerJced out pjid the Allies
o-nt wind of it -and nov' the Japs realise the vaJ^ue of a scrap of paper.
I (cont'd on next page)