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    ym-RSPAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1943 (One Day Nearer Victory)
THE WAYNESVILLE MOUNTAINEER
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army-
fore he begins an
. i,;.. wtiiul pxneriences
k11 .'"t ..n Iip issues his auota
!,S'"advW to prospective in
; After his induction Har
5tef' new buddies, leaves
F r nrViprp he is to re-
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his basic training.
rtuPTER 11-Private Hargrove
U.d the physical exam, tne nrsi
P i hn-ar h WftS Out-
with his umiorm, "
vtk ,1-iv he received his first
tjdaty. He'is classified as a semi
Cnf cook.
... TT 1
conversation with his ser-
' , :. ..., inr to find nut whv
p,mi? so much time on KP
Hp also rtpuiia u w". s-
" 1 U
he trainees are put imuugu
the txereise sergeant, tie nas
Ljujif learning now
U and is given plenty of special
ention by the sergeant ana cor-
Overcoming Stubbornness
See Herp
Private Hargrove!
by Morion Hargrove"
SYNOPSIS
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Pdward Thomas
t'-' . Hargrove, feature
J T.L (Charlotte (N. C.)
r:Jr rroeivi-s notice from his draft
Cif'1,"! .. ;., tn hp inducted into
UK
he i
buck
Thai
to-
dl Al'TER IV
Selectee Joseph G. Gantt, late of
ierty. South Carolina, came out
reveille this morning with a
Hi VOU C'HUU nave uacu iwi t
Je. He n I t Dotn nis anna ugamsi.
front of his shirt in a queeriy
bined posture and blushed nappi-
V every tune someone looked at
i.
The heat's got the boy," I told
ine Shumate. "Looks like the best
trays go first.
That ain t the heat," said Cook
"He seems to have a cramp in
a arms. We looKeu at uitizen-
Idi-r Gantt's arms again. Then,
i the first time, we noticed two
lir.g stripes on each sleeve.
:izen-SoMier Gantt was a cor-
nl now!
"Heavens to Betsy," we shout
in unison for his benefit. "Is
pit punk a corporal? Corporal
iiiitt acknowledged the tribute by
yfully changing his color to a
May red. The grin widened until
ears hung porlously on the brink
his lips. It took him half the
ffliinp to sober his spirits to
Iwkinjr conditions.
Corporal Gantt has been in the
Amy exactly four months. He had
pai an acting corporal for three
b- fore he got his stripes.
eavi-i: irrant him strength for
orJeal ahead.
The ti rni "buck nrivate" was ex-
'" us this afternoon. It
' 'ho Old Army Game,
-' 'hi- buck." The sergeant
oil the carpet for a
his platoon. The ser-
'lit the corporal and
' dressing-down. The
' ' he I nick bv scald -
tnc private,
i ven have a
The!, -ii
mule j i i
to kick, so he can't pass th
any farth.r. lie keeps it.
makes him a buck private.
The Army, I find, has many sub
tle ways to trap th.. unwary into
volunteering for work. First there
was the sergeant over at the Re
ception Center who came through
the recreation hall one afternoon
calling for "Private Smith." Four
men answered. All four were put
to work picking up cigarette stubs.
On the call. "Anvbodv
know how to handle a truck?" don't
speak up. The last three were seen
later pushing a hand truck up the
battery street to haul rifle racks.
Corporal Henry Ussery is to date
the most dangerous conscriptor.
This week he came into the squad
room to ask if anyone was good
at shorthand. Three' citizen-soldiers
admitted that they were.
"Report to the kitchen!" the cor
poral laughed. "The mess ser
geant says he's shorthanded on
dishwashers."
"One of the most solemn and re
sponsible trusts of a soldier," Ser
geant "Curly" Taylor said today,
"is his guard duty." Sergeant Tay
lor, who has b'en in the Army for
nineteen years and probably knows
more about guard duty than any
man in Fort Rragg, is teaching us
about guard duty now.
The soldier is called to this duty
about once a mor.tn. For a twenty-four-hour
period, he is on two hours
and off four hours, and he "walks
his post in a military manner."
guarding the peace and possessions
and safety of a part of the nost.
He is responsible only to a cornoral
of the guard, a sergeant of the
guard, an officer of the day, and
his commanding officer.
The guard, or sentry, is known
chiefly to the reading and movie
going public by two expressions.
Halt, who goes there?" and "Cor
poral of the guard! Post number
three!" The former, Sergeant Tay
lor said with his best poker-face,
has given the Army considerable
worry at times.
According to the sergeant, the
guard is instructed to give the
halt" order three times and then
shoot. Over-renthusiastic rookies
from the back counties, he said, had
been known to go like this; "Halt
halt halt! Ka-POV!" (You can
believe it or leave it: I never Ques
tion what the sergeant says.)
There was one rookie guard, he
said, who halted him, questioned
him ami allowed him to pass. Aft
er he had gone several steps, the
sentry again shouted, "Halt!" Ser
geant Taylor came hick and want
ed to know politely, of course
how come. ".My orders." said the
guard, "say to holler 'Halt' three
times anil then shoot. You're just
on your second halt now!"
Tile other popular expression is
the come-a-running call that goes
up ti e line to the guardhouse vh n
a guard takes a prisoner or "meets
case lO't eo
( General ( )-
mt.
M Nrploct Them!
rnd the kidneya to do a
1 1 hfir tusk is to kfep the
- "":1m fn-p of an fxot-ss of
. Tl." act of l inp 1 '!
' in:iy producing
f must n'moi' from
i "i ht ai h is to rriiiun'.
s fail t o fiiTK-t 0 m its
';!, I.nc is rctcrit mn of
. i'husc hddy-wiilr dis--u'T-
r naning baokarhr,
1 i.all arks of d rz n'WS,
I. , swelling, puil.ru ss
fill tired, nervous, ..II
- .' or hurninp pasapes
farther cvidt.'iu''.' of kid
' 'I urhancp.
i'd and profit r treatment
1 iicme to help the kidm-ys
' -s poisonous body aui.
They have had more
irs of public approv al. A re
country over. Insist on
i l t all drug stores.
Is.Ue-S
j Post number s-
the -,!h p,' j
In g 'i-s il-iw ii :
i There's t he s!
j of the day h
. sentry, as ul!':c
Ipiel,' ly do in ,,
-ii'i-
red by ins! 1 ne
'er No.'pi. If ih
-ev.-nth pot lie
ol of the guard'
The guard on
- 11 1 1 Mn cry and
!.. Ilk.- -hat.
about tne oHieer
n w
fie-
d I
IUviCI
:ng across that drill t'n hi over there.
W hat would you do ? "
The guard thought furiously. Tha
answer --General Order No. i'
didn't come.
' What would you do?" the ser
geant insisted.
A light came into the sentry's
eyes. "I'd torpedo the thing and
sink it."
The sergeant gasped. "Where
would you get a torpedo?" he de
manded. The guard smiled brightly. "The
same place you got that damned
battleship," he said.
Heroes lue born, not made.
There's one job here that is noth
ing but goldbricking in itself. That's
the latrine orderly detail. You go to
work after lunch and spend the rest
of the afternoon watching the fire
in the water heater and feeding it
regularly every two hours. The
next morning you sweep and mop
the washroom and spend the rest
of the time until lunch watching
the fire again. All in all, you lead
a lazy, carefree existence.
There was a slip-up somewhere
yesterday. I was latrine orderly
instead of KP. It was probably
the mess sergeant's idea.
The boys strated out after lunch
for an afternoon of drilling in the
warm Carolina sunshine and learn
ing to drive trucks across ditches.
An hour later, I decided to take
a casual look at the boiler. When
I opened the furnace-room door, a
blast of strong brownish smoke
struck me to the ground. I lay
there for several minutes, tapping
my forhead , thoughtfully, while
more smoke poured out.
When it still hadn't slackened
after five minutes, I crawled under
the layer of smoke to the boiler.
There the sickening vapor was,
pouring nonchalantly through
clinks in the door.
"Don't come telling me about it,'
said Sergeant "Ma" Davidson.
"Take the pipes and clean them.
All of them."
I had to see the top sergeant to
get my instructions. When I re
turned to Sergeant Davidson I was
happy again.
".Ma," I told him, "the top kick
spy's for you to supervise the job."
The sergeant was furious with
rage and frustration. I grabbed
a screwdriver and he grabbed Pri
vate Dow ner, who had a black mark
by his name for not wearing his
identification tag. The three of us
started work.
First, put out the fire in the boil
er. Shake it down, throw ashes on
it. It still burns. Sshake it down
more, throw sand on it. Still burns.
Close the bottom door, shake it
down more, throw ashes and sand
on it. Curse it. After too long, it
dies.
The man who devised the system
fur connecting an indoor boiler and
an .oi'door chimney should be
parched with bis own pipes and
-tull'ed unh oily soot.
I'li-eieu- ,, pipe, lift it gently,
i-'i.-ix 1' ft' i)i ils socket. Kasy does
it. Cari fill there. When you have
1! almost out. inhale for vour sigh
f
oo-.l
f the da
ok
At
I'd -
li. f. Cras
1 if pipes b
ritiLr ahes
al'erv are;
i-r half an
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The
' limp.
The
Ai.a!
di--n. Fit
Ml hu "in
d the h,t
. ('.ireful
out! Male!
of t hem are
one is ready
there! Fasy.
it! CRASH!
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prompt
"To haul
en i r.l '' 'he ;- ;ia: d. w mid
And .in-: w ky w..uM you ca
corporal of the nuard?"
This time th- answer wa
and decisive- and correct
away your dead body, sir!"
Another promising young guard,
Sergeant Taylor says, was ques
tioned by a sergeant of the guard.
'Suppose you saw a battleship com-
fa
'"Ml
and h
is n . 1
id .,f
in
n f"in Mi" di
nd for t he shoi
hot w 'iter,
that Ilaigrovi
ill
in unnecessarily
i!i--y iiiani"-!-. "H-. gets a job
uhi re all he has to do is throw a
-hovel of c",al on the fire every two
And then when we come in
ain't no hot water. There
ven no fire. Throw the bum
1 1'
then
ain't
out.'
SPECIAL
COFFEE
(MM)
I I grinned weakly as I reported to
I the supply sergeant for work. "You
Imust be that nice Sergeant Thomas
!W. Israel I've heard so many nice
things ahout."
"N'o, little man," he said. "I'm
the nice Sergeant Israel you've
ben running your loud mouth
about. I'm the nice sereeant who
always gives you the wrong cloth
! ing sizes and hides your laundry
,and does all those awful things
I you've been telling about me.''
I ' So help me, sergeant," I pro
tested. I never named thee but
to praise. Somebody's been trying
to poison your mind against me."
"I am also the nice sergeant," he
said, "who is going to let you earn
your seventy cents today. Take off
your fatigue blouse, my man, and
prepare to sweat. Today we make
progress. We are going to unpack
rifles.-"
It seems to me that when the
manufacturer prepares to pack a
box of Army rifles, his cruel streak
comes out at its worst. From the
look of the rifles, he has his three-year-old
daughter prepare a com
pound of molasses, pitch, and used
motor oil the gooier the better. He
B; GARRY CLEVELAND MYERS, Pk D
A GREAT MANY parents are
writing me for my bulletin on the
meaning of "no" when they should
be reading the one on the subject
of stubbornness.
Of course, the baby after receiv
ing a few immediate and consist
ent slnns on the hand for seizini:
a certain forbidden object might
ray "no or shake his head, on
stopping himself when tempted o
seize it again. This response usu
ally is very gratifying since it in
dicates he is learning.
Different Situations
But the "no" abou' which many
mothers are writing me with so
much concern is said by the tot
w hei. he is asked or told to do what
he does not want to do. Its use
arises over the mother's failure
to see the wide difference between
preventing this child from doing a
specific act which she wishes him
always to avoid henceforth and
getting him to do what she wants
him to do.
She is inclined to employ pain
in both instances to smack him to
keel him from touching the gas
jei and to smack him to get him to
hand her his shoe. Yet the two sit
uations are as widely different as
day and night. Consistent, instant
smacking may soon and easily
train this tot not to touch the gas
jet, even to avoid it permanently
when no adult is present. But ever
so many smackings might fail to
make the fame youngster hand you
his shoe if he made up his mind he
wouldn't.
Teaching Cooperation
If you are wise and w ish to build
foonerative obedience in vour child
I von v,.M cnmmanit vnnr tot to
hand you hi shoe. You will ask
him to do it in a gentle, quiet man
ner. Then, if he does not accede to
your request you will get the shoe
ourself without even feeling the
least bit angry. You will try
men skill at winning him to co
operate next time you make such a
request. When he does accede you
w ill show great pleasure ever bis
c. operation. Should you fail to
win him to want to go to bed, pick
him up ami carry him there.
This same child at the age of
five or six might easily 'earn to do
what you command him to do. in
cas - he is punished each time for
disobedience. Yet, except for a
few regular routines and. for the
older child, a few regular jobs, you
will find it profitable not to com
mand your child of any age to do
what you want him to do. Just
command him not to do the few
tilings you are sure he must not do.
You will make requests, instead
and honor his response to the re
quest. If you doubt this method
give it a fair trial for at least a
month. But let me warn you it will
take a vast deal of patience and
self-control.
sergeant happened to stroll by.
I "Hello, little man," he sings gai
! ly, with a horrible gleam in his
leyes. "You've not been around to
see me for a long time. Aren't
1 mad. are you?"
1 look at my hands, at the rifle,
j at the old shoe, and at the mess
sergeant. I hold my tongue. Health
is wealth.
j "We miss you terribly in the
'. kitchen." ho coos, "even when you
go griping around that my food is
'the worst in the Army. J just saw
the first sergeant and I asked him
to let you be a KP just as soon as
I be can spare you. Oh. we're going
1 to do wonders to that kitehenware,
you and I."
He pats roe on the forehead with
ominous tenderness and departs.
Five paces away, he turns for a
parting shot. "Blabbermouth!" he
snorts.
J 1 suppose lie's good to his moth-
!er, though.
The serg. ant yelled out the win
dow at me, so I dropped my broom
in the battery street and went up
stairs. He was sitting on the fiHit
locker, thoughtfully rubbing his
chin with the handle of his mess-
kit knife.
"Ralph Oxford got called up to
the battery commander's office this
morning," he said, "and do you
know what the Old Man gave him?"
"I've got a pretty good idea," I
said. "If he gave him what he gave
me when I got called up, it has four
letters, starts with an h and endt
with an 1."
The sergeant closed his eyes and
slowly shook his head. "Oxford isn't
a sore thumb to the platoon like
your are," he groaned. "Oxford got
a bright red stripe to wear around
his sleeve."
"Oxford's no fireman," I told him.
"You're dern right he ain't," said
the sergeant. "Starting with today,
Oxford and Zuber and Roff and
Maciejewski and Pappas and Mih
alakakos are acting corporals!"
I knew there must be a moral to
all this, so I waited for him to go
on.
"Now, why couldn't you have
been one of those six boys?" he
asked.
(To be continued)
RK.AD THE
WANT ADS
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slings each gun into the resulting
mess, sloshes it around for a while,
and then layes it neatly into the
box.
You use a swab about the size of
a tablecloth to wipe the grease from
the rifle. When you're halfway
through the first rifle, you have to
use the gun to wipe the grease from
the cloth. When you have finished,
you need a large coal shovel to
wipe the grease off yourself.
There is nothing so conducive to
itchinc as the inability to scratch.
Just when the molasses-pitch-axle
grease mixture covers your nand
to. the point where you can't see
the outlines of the fingers, that left
nostril starts tingling. At first it
itches only a little and you decide
to suffer it. So you don't wipe your
hands on the seat of your trousers.
Instead you pick up another rifle
and your hand sinks to the elbow
in the goo which wraps it. This
is the stage where your nose gets
peevish and impatient and decides
to itch in earnest.
Finally, you decide to give in.
You wipe your hands an operation
which takes a good three or four
minutes for satisfactory results.
You lift your hand to scratch your
nose, only to find that you nose isn't
itching any more.
1 was doing fairly well this morn
ing, even when you take the itch
into consideration, until the mess
1
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& IN THE NAVY t
4
they say: "SACK" for bed
"BOOT CAMP fo, mining
nation
for water mixed
Villi iU Up pUWUCT
"CAMEL for the favorite
cigarette with men in the Navy
FRST
M7HE SERWCS
The favorite cigarette with
men in the Navy, the Array,
the Marines, and the Coast
Guard is Camel. (Based oa
actual sales record.)
a! Thi- whole net-
unci's off the floor !
and soot over half
1. '
hour "!' -cnilibing j
interior regions of 1
i y'ro ready to go
ma
"That's OUR
railroad, Tommy!"
A. tiny lad on tip-toe flattens his nose against the
window-pane, watching a passenger train speed by.
"That's our railroad, Tommy!" grandmother explains.
Yes, to grandmothers and kids. ..to farmers and business
men. ..to all the people who live in the Southern Railway's
territory ... the Southern is "our railroad."
And how right they are.. .for the Southern is their rail
road. Their railroad ... and yours!
It brings you the clothes you wear and the food you eat.
It hauls the fuel and lumber and brick that warm and
shelter you.
It serves your mines and mills and industries . . . your
forests and farms. ..your villages and your bustling, grow
ing cities and towns.
It shares your pride in the Southland's progress; your
dreams of a better, a im eater South. And it works with you,
in countless ways, to help make those dreams come true.
Today, your railroad has gone to war. Day and nipht,
(he men and women of the Southern are moving lighting
freight and fighting men . . . keeping the wheels rolling
under the heaviest transportation load in history.
Tomorrow, when final Victory has been won, the busy
trains of your railroad will serve the growing transporta
tion needs of the South . . . just as efficiently, dependably,
economically as they are now serving the transportation
needs of a nation at war.
Then, more than ever, you'll be proud to say of the
Southern "That's ortr railroad!"
SOUTHERN RAILWAY SYSTEM
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