The Arctic Marine - 30.10.1941, Blaðsíða 4

The Arctic Marine - 30.10.1941, Blaðsíða 4
4 THE ARCTIC MARINE This Issue of The Arctic Marine Published by A2-TK Celebrating its First Anniversary MODERN COMFORTS ★ A fifteen minute play in one act. ★ Characters. ist. Sgt. Growler Fouler, who may resemble a human slightly, but this resemblance is purely accid- ental and is not meant to offend any member of the human race. Office Stooge, a freckle-faced kind hearted lad who is an honorary member of the Waste-paper Basket Emptiers Aassociation of America. Commanding Officer, General Nu- isance, as hard-boiled as a 12 minute egg. Sergeant “Willie The Wolf” Willi- ams, a decrepit old Sgt. in the U.S. Marine Corps Reserve. Pvt. “Hollywood” Nathan, a not- orious liar from Hollywood, California, to be used as a wit- ness. S c ene I. (In the Company office, Sgt. Growler Fouler is busily en- gaged in typing out a court martial proceedings via the two finger, hunt end peck syst- em. Office Stooge is preparing to start for the incinerator with a basket of waste-paper. (Comes a discreet tap at the office door).) íst Sgt. Fouler: Come in! (Door opens, enters Sgt. “Willie the Wolf” Williams, closely s followed by Pvt. “Hollywood” Nathan). ist Sgt. Fouler: (In a very nasty vocie) State your busi- ness and shove off. Sgt. Williams: I would like to speak to the Command- ing Officer. lst Sgt. Fouler: For what rea- son? Sgt. Williams: To draw one, (1) each comforter, regula- tion Government issue, col- or dark tan, size 36”x72”. ist Sgt.: AA7ait here, I’ll go see the General. (lst Sgt. crosses the room and knocks on General Nuisance’s office door). C. O.: (In a thnudering voice) Come in! ist Sgt. Enters shuffling nerv- ously — — C.O.: State your business, Sgt. Fouler. ist Sgt.: Sir, there is a Sgt. Williams here that requests permission to speak witli the General. C.O.: What is the nature of Sgt. Williams’ business? ist Sgt.: To obtain one of tlie comforters which we receiv- ed from the Quartermaster yesterday, Sir. C.O.: (With a nasty leer) Show Sgt. Williams in, Sgt. Foul- er. ist Sgt.: Aye, Aye, Sir. (Sgt. Fouler takes one step back- ward, does a smart ahout- face and leaves tlie office). ist Sgt.: (With a nasty leer on his face and an almost exact duplicate of Gen. Nuisance) Sgt. WTlliams, tlie General will see you now. S c e n e II. (Inside General Nuuisance’s Office). (Sgt. Williams crosses the room and enters Gen. Nuis- ance’s office, after cautioning Pvt. “Hollywood” Nathan to wait outside the door. Gen. Nuisance leaves Sgt. Williams standing for five minutes in front of desk, nervouslv shift- ing from one size 12, russet brown regulation G.I. slioe to the other. In process of shift- ing, Sgt. Williams dislodges one bar of Hawaiian Fudge pogy-bait from his híp pocket, which falls with a loud crash to the deck, whereupon the General looks up.) C.O.: (In a rasping, whisky soaked voice) AVell! What the Hell do you want?. Sgt. Williams: (Starts violent- ly, clears his throat nervous- ly, and swallows his adams apple two or three times, and is unable to speak). C.O.: Well! Don’t stand tliere like a darnned idiot, say sometliing! Sgt. WiIIiams': S-s-s-’sir, I wisli to speak with you. C.O.: (AVith a withering look) W7ell! W7liat’s stopping you? Did the cat get your tongue? Sgt. Williams: —e-er, no Sir, that is not .exactly, Sir. C.O.: (Very sweetly) Ali! Per- haps the Sergeant come in to look at my Barrymore profile, is that it? Sgt. Williams: —e-er, No, Sir, that is not exeactly, Sir. C.O.: (Very, verv sweetly) Ah! Perliaps I airf repulsive to the siglit, is that it Sergeant? Sgt. Williams: —er, No, Sir, not exactly, Sir. C.O.: (W’itli an exasperated look) My God, man, is tliat all vou can say? Sgt. Williams: (Very, very nervously) —er, No, Sir. Not exactly, Sir. C.O.: Now look, my good man, did you come in here for the express purpose of wast- ing' my time? Sgt. Williams: —er-er, No, Sir, tliat is, not exactlv, Sir. C.O.: Ye Gods! And small suf- fering catfishes! Please, .pretty please, tell me what you want, Sergeant. Sgt. Williams: Well, Sir, I lieard tliat vou had fifteen comforters to he issued and one hundred and fifty men for tliem to be issued to, so I wanted to put in my re- quisition early. (Sgt. Willi- ams swallows hard, as if he liad just got a heavy load off liis chest.) C.O.: Sgt. Williams, I suppose you realize, due to the short- age of comforters, that we will have to be positive tliat you really require this com- forter to keep you from freezing. Sgt. Williams: Yes, Sir, I und- erstand, Sir, and I think I can fnrnish all tlie proof that is needed, Sir. For the past five mornings, I liave been waking up so black and blue with cold that “Formal- dehyde” Capron has been looking at me witli a spec- ulative gleam in liis eve as thoug'h he saw possibilities of getting to practice his chosen profession, which I might add, Sir, is mortician. C.O.: Tliat is all well and good, Sergeant, but you will liave to produce witnesses and make a sworn statement that you'have shivered and shook with cold for five niglits pre- vious to this application. Is that clear? Sgt. Williams: Yes, Sir, and I can produce my first wit- ness now. (Sgt. Williams calls in a loud voice for “Hollywood” Nathan, wlio comes crashing through the door, falls flat on his face, gets up with a stupid grin on liis pan --------and says: “Hollywood” Nathan: Hi ya, General, Hi ya, “Wolf”, AVhat ya want? C.O.: My Good man, is this your witness? Sgt. Williams: Yes, Sir, and a more truthful man I never Iaid eyes on, Sir. The onlv difference between him and George Washington, Sir, is that Washington couldn’t tell a lie, “HoIIywood” can but won’t. C.O.: Well, he certainly be- lies his looks, I truthfully say that for him. (Turning to “Hollywood” Nathan with a stern look on his face): Young fellow, how long' have you known tliis man? “Hollywood”: (Witli a vacant. stare in his eyes) AVhat man is that, Sir? C.O.: (In a very sarcastic vo- ice) Just how many more men do you see in this room besides myself? “Hollywood”: (Closely exam- ines the room) One, Sir. C.O.: Um-m, a very, very in- telligent lad. Now, young man, after you have brought your power of deduction in- to plav, and discovered only one other man in the roonl besides myself, would you please tell me how long you have known Sgt. Williams. „Hollywood”: (Brightening perceptibly): Oh! Him? Why didn’t you say so in the first place? I have known Sgt. Williams for about a year, Sir. C.O.: In the time that vou liave known Sgt. Williams, have you always found him to be honest, trustworthy and trutliful in all his dealings? “Hollywood”: Yes, Sir, at all times, Sir. C.O.: Have you at any time within the last five mornings observed Sgt. “Willie the Wolf” Williams, as he is known to vou, to appear to be cold and nearly frozen? “Hollywood”: Yes, Sir, for the past five nights Sgt. “Willie the Wolf” has been shiver- ing and shaking in liis bunk so bad that he has been keeping us all awake. C.O.: Mv God! Say it isn’t so, to think that a member of my command has been suf- fering in this manner. (At this a look of extreme satis-

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