The White Falcon


The White Falcon - 19.12.1942, Blaðsíða 4

The White Falcon - 19.12.1942, Blaðsíða 4
4 V THE WHITE FALCON OUR FORCES - ALWAYS ALERT Published by and for the American Forces, under the super- vision of G-2 Section. Managing Editor, T/3G. Gene Graff; Asso- ciate Editor, T/5G. Joseph T. Koren; News Editor, T/5G. George Bartholomaeus; Art Editor, T/4G. Harrison Standley; Wire Edi- tor, T/4G. Donald J. Watson; Circulation Manager, Pvt. Carl A. White. All photographs are by the U.S. Army Signal Corps un- less otherwise credited. This paper has been passed by Censor and may be mailed home for one cent. Security No soldier in the world dons a uniform with greater assurance of post-war security for himself and his fa- mily than the American, the Wall Street Journal says. Since Rome first granted its disabled legionnaires the right to beg in the streets—and probably before that— governments have recognized an obligation to care for the casualties of war. The United States has not set down in writing such a code covering World War II, but if one were written, it would probably contain the following points: First, a man who fights and returns home unharmed is merely doing his duty as a citizen. The Government owes him nothing. Second, if he is disabled, he should have hospital and medical care. He should be compensated for his loss of earning power and should be trained for a new job if he becomes unfit for his old one. Third, dependents should be given means to exist 1f the breadwinner is killed or disabled. Fourth, assistance should be given the returning ve- teran in getting a job. One other point, not deemed a direct obligation, is also receiving much consideration. It is that some me- thod should be found to correct the “inequity” between the $50-a-month soldier and the $100-a-week war work- er. The bonus plan of the last war seems to be definite- ly out, but two alternative plans are being studied. One is for gradual demobilization, giving a man furlough status and keeping up his pay; the other calls for out- right discharge with a provision for continuing service >ay for a 6- to 12-month period. Steps have already been taken to activate this far- eaching program. Authority has been granted to bring the total number of beds in the government’s hospital system to 100,000—right now the largest single group of modern, fireproof hospitals in the world. Disabled veterans are in line for compensation ranging all the way to $250 a month. In case of death, dependents re- ceive an adequate monthly stipend. Each service man can take out a maximum of $10,000 worth of National Service life insurance. A five-year term policy costs him 71 cents a month per thousand if he is 30 years old. It’s a good buy and almost five million soldiers and sailors have already taken advantage of it. Hospitalization at government expense and compensa- tion for disability regardless of the cause is a privi- lege enjoyed by World War I soldiers, and which the American Legion has asked be extended to the 1942 soldier. Thus it appears that every effort has been and is being made to relieve the minds of overseas troops of anxieties and fears about post-war readjustments. We have a job to do, and like the gladiators of old, we are being given the best of everything—food, clothing, equipment and, so far as possible, freedom from civi- lian problems—to enable us to devote our entire ef- fort, physical and mental, toward bringing the war to speedy and successful conclusion. A local doggie finally has de- vised a system to “beat the clock” —and that bugler boy whose mel- odious notes at reveille-time usu- ally sound like a mixture of tanks and locomotives when the wee hour of arising rolls around .... He sets his alarm clock ahead one hour every night before re- tiring .... When it goes off pre- maturely, as planned, he reaches out, sets it back an hour, and turns over for another forty winks .... He swears by the syst- em, declaring, “I get an extra hour of sleep that way!” .... He’d probably make a splendid experiment for any local psych- iatrist. Local G.I.’s are creating quite a run on a red-bound autobio- graphy by Eleanor Roosevelt recently published here. Could it be the pretty blonde who sells the books at one emporium has anything to do with this sudden interest in literature? Or are the hoys holding “Our Eleanor” up as an example to the local lasses? A faithful husband here hasn’t missed writing a letter to his wife every day since he arrived sever- al (self-censored) ago......And she’s just as faithful because she, too, pens a note each afternoon .... Lucky fellow! .... Ol’ Yard- bird’s gal just keeps sending pic- tures of news at home .... Guess she doesn’t know we’ve been cheating on the sly with English lessons lately .... Two more lessons and we’ll know the com- plete alphabet .... Then the li’l woman has promised to begin writing letters .... And Ol’ Yard- bird won’t have to sign his jumb- led missives with an “X”.... Yep, this education people talk about is really something! This is only a rumor because no soldier has- enough time to be so true to his lady love .... But a contributor claims he has a buddy who drains a bottle of ink and three pads of paper week- ly with letters to the girl he left behind .... He could, of course, drink the ink for effect .... But what could he possibly do with so much paper? .... And another GI must be “bucking” for the- most-henpecked-husband-in-the- Army title .... Whenever he writes to his wife, he always be- gins with: “To The Boss.” .... Yep, marriage sometimes is a rugged proposition. The following is dropped in with apologies to Mae West, thanks to the Chemical Warfare Sgt. who sent it in, and blessings for the space it fills: “Should Santa fail to reach your house, Just bear it with a grin. — — I wrote and said, “Come up sometime.” And the dear, old boy moved in!” That report of women Santa Clauses replacing men in depart- ment stores at home has caused virtual riots in several large cit- ies .... Last week, Marshall Field (Chicago) had to call in the pol- ice to have three “kiddies” bounced from the store’s toy de- partment .... They were 20, 23 and 24, respectively .... That’s right .... The all wanted to sit on “Santa’s” lap! With Christmas and New Year’s Day spread’s staring at Mess Sgt., here is the menu schedule for days preceding the holidays: To- day, spam, spam and spam .... Tomorrow, spam, spam and spam .... Monday, spam, spam, and spam .... Tuesday, spam, spam and spam .... Wednesday, the same .... Thursday, ditto .... Friday, turkey. ‘JAe. JjUfuOiinQ, Eepojut&h. (A “walkie-talkie couldn’t have gotten better answers to the question: “How short should the girls wear their skirts,” than The Inquiring Reporter uncovered). Pfc. Edward F. Scharf, 28, re- marks, “Just be- low the knee would look best on most girls; jtherwise, the sky’s the limit’!” Ed, an Artillery hash slinger, worked in a lumber yard at Moline, Ill., before joining Uncle Sam 17 months ago. “There’s such a thing as mod- esty, and I cert- ainly don’t want MY WIFE wear- ing her skirt higher than one- inch below the knee,” is the comment of Pvt. Thomas Baker, 27-year-old Air Corps doggie. Baker hails from Detroit, Mich., where he work- ed as a supply clerk. “The shorter the better,” de- clares Corp. Cal- vin Y. Anthony, 23, Engineer. But when asked if that applied to his sister, “Oh, that’s different; right at the knee would be high enough!” Anth- ony’s home is in Baltimore, Md., where he manufactured weather instruments (remember?) prior to joining the Army. William Robertson, 24-year-old Air Corps Corp- oral, asserts, “Short, Brother, short. That’s what they’ve got legs for — to show ’em off. An inch above the knee isn’t too short.” Farming- dale, Long Island, N.Y., is “Rob- by’s” home town. CHAPLAIN’S CHALLENGE Ye are the light of the world. Matt. 5:14. Enlightenment is very dis- turbing. Some do not relish new ideas as introduced by explorer, traveler, missionary, scientist, or inventor. Too many are content with their lot, rather than accept such change that would dissipate ignorance and darkness. The Great Teacher faced this ob- stacle, and so the despot conti- nues his high-handed brigand- age. Modern pathfinders are awakening the masses of the world today as they direct the focal light of truth upon the dark spots of the earth.

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