The White Falcon - 01.05.1943, Blaðsíða 4

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THE WHITE FALCON
OUR FORCES - ALWAYS ALERT
Published by aud 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; Art Editor, T/4G. Harrison
Standley; Circulation Manager, Pfc. Anthony J. Schulte. — All
photographs are by the U.S. Army Signal Corps unless other-
wise credited.
THE WHITE FALCON receives material supplied by Camp
Newspaper Service, War Department.
This paper has been passed by Censor and may be mailed
home for one cent.
insure Now
II certainly seems a shame that the Government
doesn't do something about it. Anybody would think
that white-haired Mrs. Morton had made sacrifices
enough already. That eloquent gold star so proudly
displayed in her “front parlor” window could tell a
moving story. A story of how, when Johnny left for
foreign service, his demure little wife and his chubby
pink daughter moved in with the old lady determin-
ed that somehow all that was precious to him would
band together to stick it out until “Johnny comes march-
ing home.” Johnny won’t come marching home now
and things are getting tough for those for whom he
wanted to create a better world. There’s no room in
production plants for a near-sighted old lady nor for
a dazed girl with a newborn infant. If Johnny had
only had been able to leave a little something behind
to tide them over-----
Like the Allens up the street a way. A few months
ago they learned that their son had died in the Pacific.
They certainly didn’t need money, but last week they
received their first paymnt on a National Service Life
Insurance policy which their son had applied for just
before sailing. Larry had always been such a conser-
vative sort — playing things the safe way — that it
seemed hard to realize he had died a hero. But even
in the haste of embarkation lie had the consideration
and foresight to provide his loved ones with compen-
sation in case he didn’t return. The Allens have de-
cided to use the money to put young Joe through college.
A far-fetched, sentimental comparison? Not at all.
This scene is being duplicated in thousands of Americ-
an home towns. Recent War Department surveys show
that a distressingly large proportion of American battle
casualties have had no insurance. Frequently those
families which are most in need have been deprived
of the benefits provided by a sympathetic Government
solely through the disinterest or neglect of their sons.
With medical examination waived and application pro-
cedure simplified, National Service Life Insurance in
the maximum amount of $10,000 can be obtained easily
and quickly for a trivial monthly premium. It’s up to
each one of us to show our colors now. Do we want
our families and friends to think of us as heroes or heels?
Some of us will be howling for pensions and bonuses
after the war. Can we with any degree of honesty de-
mand benefits later when we ignore what amounts
to an outright subsidy now? The brand of insurance
being offered Servicemen, free from red tape and
catch clauses, provides protection at a rate far below
that which private companies can quote.
In addition to protection in case of death, National
Service Life Insurance has an appeal toward self-inter-
est. It can be converted into ordinary life insurance
providing life-time protection at a lower than com-
mercial cost and in time becomes an equity which can
be borrowed upon after'the war to provide money for
business, a new home or further education.
Prove that you’re worth more than the 98 cent chem-
ical value of your body. Insure now.
They Say....
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Qepaht&i.
(What do you think of the Of-
fice of War Information’s new
radio series? This was the ques-
tion The Inquiring Reporter ask-
ed this week. Here are the an-
swers) :
"I think the radio series is a
wonderful medi-
um of entertain-
ment and it is
really worth-
while,” com-
mented John D.
Havern, 1/Sgt. of
nn Ordnance un-
it. Sgt. Havern
is 28, and his
home is at Cohoes, N.Y.
Husky 23-year-old Sgt. Aime
Hamel asserted,
“W i t h o u t a
doubt we are
getting all of the
best air shows
and as far as I
am concerned
they are just
what we need.”
Sergeant Hamel
claims Glenn Falls. N.Y., as his
home town.
T/5G. Charles F. Rajca, 2(1, of
ERNEST FOSTER—(UP). —
Tough guy John Garfield was
scared. His trembling hands and
wavering knees betrayed him.
The snarling faced killer of the
movies was trapped. No chance
to shoot his way out of this one.
Trombones to the rightlof him,
trumpets to the left, woodwinds
and drums behind him, a micro-
phone in front. He had to stand
— and !>ing.
The sound man on the stage
was diplomatic about it.
"That sounded a little timid,”
he said when Garfield went prac-
tically voiceless half way through
his first line.
"It sounded terrible,” snapped
Garfield, and he seemed to feel
better. He got through the line
without sounding scared or tim-
id on the next try.
He sang, he recited, he acted.
It was that sort of number for
his new film, “Thank Your Lucky
Stars,” a Warner Brothers mus-
ical.
“Never did this sort of thing
before,” admitted. “Sure, I was
scared. I thought I’d never be
able to get through it. But it was
fun, and now I know why all
comedians want to play Hamlet.”
MARTIN KANE—(UP).—Some
of the more prosperous resident?
of Manhattan are the girls yon
Fit For A King
Chow-hounds in Camp Ed-
wards, Mass., can’t complain
about the food etpoked by Corp.
Sven T. Sandberg, Army cook.
He used to cook in a restaurant
in Stockholm, Sweden, in which
Prince Gustav Adolf of Sweden
and the Duke of Windsor ate.
see in the bath soap ads and on
the magazine covers, but they
tell you that they gel their mon-
ey the hard way.
They pose in fur coats in July
and in bathing suits in January
and, if they are only moderately
busy, their expenses for upkeep
in the way of hair-dos, facials,
clothes and the like cut heavily
info their incomes.
Most of them are tall, about
5 feet 0, because clothes drape
better on tall girls. In general,
they are prettier than the aver-
age movie star is in person, but
talent scouts shrug and say act-
ing ability counts, too, for some
reason.
The average well-known model
gels 810 for 90 minute’s work,
but a few of the more popular,
like Anita Colby and BettinaBole-
gard, rate $10 an hour.
One of the most interesting
trade publications to reach this
desk is a magazine called “Who
Is She?”, put out by Harry Con-
over, 1he model magnate. It id-
entifies the anonymous girls on
the current magazine covers and
in the ads and gives vital statist-
ics on them, from height to bust
size and right on through color
of eyes and social security num-
ber. No telephone numbers, how-
ever. .. . . - . . :• ..
Utica, N.Y., re-
plied, "I enjoy
all the programs,
but most of all
the songs, be-
lli cause they bring
such wonderful
memories of my
girl.” Charles is
a member of a
loQal Ordnance unit.
"I think the new radio series
presented by the
OWI is a real
treat. 1 am re-
ally looking for-
ward to hearing
all of the pro-
grams,” declar-
ed 26-year-old
r/4G. Stanley
Kanne r, who
hails from Brooklyn, N.Y. “The
variety shows head my list,” he
added.
A secret is a weapon
and a friend.
CHAPLAIN’S CHALLENGE
“Fellowship with one an-
other.” ........John 1:7.
Normally man is a social
creature. Any severe aloofness
is dangerous. We are sardonic
snd skeptical of people and
things we don’t know or un-
derstand. The half-clad Afri-
can belles giggled and gawk-
ed at our American soldiers.
Charles Lamb said that the
reason he didn’t like the fel-
low across the street was be-
cause he didn’t know him.
Soldiers show their calibre in
two ways. They can cultivate
imaginary grievances in isola-
tion- leading to a “crack-up,”
'or they can • enjoy the gener-
ous comradeship of Army life
and leave the Service happier
for the experience.