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HOUGHTS
By javie aiche
There is a new story about Abraham Lincoln, one documented in the !
records of the Clerk of Sessions of the Presbytery in Washington, and
According to Frank Dickson, recently
for that reason accepted as true.
relieved of work as Adjutant General
in Illinois and more lately attached
to the military in the national capital, the story also is in the Book of
Records of the Third Avenue Pres-
byterian Church and attested there
by no less than Honest Abe himself.
For what it is worth and for what
newness it may have I shall relate
it, because it seems to me that in .it
is something prognosis for a rapid-
ly nearing schism in motion picture
audiences, something of analogy and
something of connotation for the
future of Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
Breakfasting late in a booth of a
Walgreen Drug Store, where every-
thing may be bought excepting
drugs, we simultaneously found in-
terest in a tasseled banner that pro-
claimed the rich chain-store cor-
poration as mighty proud of its 1,747
men in the armed services. I won-
dered, out loud, whether the Wal-
green management would be so
proud that when an appreciable ma-
jority of the 1,747 returned from
the wars they would be able to get
back their jobs. “What I'd like to
see a year from now,” I said, “are
just as many boastful service flags
in commercial institutions, but all
of them with this message: ‘We
are glad to announce that all our
returned service men are back on
the payroll.” It wasn’t the way I
heard it after the first World War.”
Talk switched over to the motion
pictures, and especially to the pro-
mulgation of the Fourth Term by
all the producing companies of Hol-
lywood, Long Island and related
points beyond. The following quotes
had been taken from pictures cur-
rent in Chicago, Washington and
New York, and therefore current in
Wyoming Valley and elsewhere:
A Commando captain speaking: |
“I believe in God, and President
Roosevelt.”
Song by a vocalist in Freddy Mar-
tin’s band: “We'll keep the flag on:
the White House dome and we'll tell |
the world where’er we roam, we're |
proud of Roosevelt as President and |
to keep him there is our firm in-
tent.”
Robert Young
France:”
velt peace.”
And so on, ad infinitum. If the
moguls of the movies have their
way, President Roosevelt will be tied
so tight to war's duration and the
emergence of peace that the Army,
Navy and theatre-goers alone will
factor the Fourth Term. An earlier
phase of selling the president into
perpetuity flopped. Producers had |
noticed that the people no longer
were applauding any political leader.
So, even in “The Human Comedy”
they showed the Roosevelt picture
with the American Flag, to the ex-
tent of making it an insert within
the folds of the grand old banner.
And everybody cheers the flag.
- The reaction to all that is that
Americans who do not believe in
a Fourth Term and did not believe
in a Third Term, and are confident
that the republic might even gain
by a change of leadership, are tell-
ing the box-office to have the pro-
ducers desist. Or else. They make
it plain that their next recourse will
be to walking out of the shows, and
in “Reunion in‘
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thereafter keeping away from mak-
ing the shows profitable. There's
where Frank Dickson’s story has
appropriate suggestion:
At the height of the War Between
the States, President Lincoln had
attached himself to the New York
Avenue Presbyterian Church. It
was a church of pretensions to only
humility, not fashionable, and its
pastor was the Reverend Phineas
D. Gurley. After a time, Lincoln
noticed that his boys no longer
cared to accompany him to the Gur-
ley services but had become regular
in attendance upon the Sabbath ex-
ercises of a congregation whose
membership was derived from the
more prosperous elements of popula-
tion and especially from groups that
had come to Washington from many
sections of the country.
One Sunday, at dinner, President
Lincoln put to his sons the question
of why they no longer attended the
New York Avenue Presbyterian
Church, and he qualified his ques-
tion with inquiry as to whether they
thought the more pretentious church
more suited than a humble one to
the Lincoln family status.
“Oh, no,” said the spokesman son.
“That isn’t it at all. We like to
attend this other church. It’s really
lots of fun.” :
“Fun at church?” Lincoln was
somewhat annoyed. “What of all
possible kinds of fun are to be had
at church?”
“Why,” said the answering son,
“We think it’s very funny to see the
Secessionists get up and walk out
of the church as soon as the preach-
er starts praying for the President.”
THE Low DOWN
If you lived elsewhere
than in the 'U. S. A., and
you picked up a 1943 U.
S. A. paper, you would
sure be perplexed. “What
kind of an oufit is this
here America anyway?”
you would say. “Here is
this paper reporting on
the palaver taking place
about freedom—the four
Freedoms. How about the
Freedom they been hav-
ing there, ever since the
Mayflower. And the Con-
stitution, how about it,
the one they been liv-
ing under—and bragging
about, and making prog-
ress under.”
I will answer these
quertes—trying mot to let
my blood pressure rise
and zoom. The four Free-
doms, folks, is just a slo-
gan — something to get
our minds off of some-
thing else. Instead of some
new freedom and some-
thing we mever had be-
fore, it gives us less. Pri-
vate enterprise and initi-'
ative go by the board—
are washed up. The new
four Freedoms is our
present and original Dec-
laration, of Independence
dehorned and boiled
down to ome-dose size—
for the gullible. It is
something like a 10 cent
edition of an original.
Sounds great, if you just
listen but don’t ponder.
But, you folks in for-
eign lands, wou should
not take us too serious,
anyway coming election
year. We have some odd
and unique ways of try-
ing to intrigue our voters.
Yours with the low down,
JO SERRA.
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THE POST, FRIDAY, AUGUST 6, 1943
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THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE
By EDITH BLEZ
An Attack From the Rear
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BES out the world.
nl? 80
At Maxwell Fie'd
p July 20, 1943.
Dear Sir:
I would like to take this oppor-
tunity to thank you for sending me
your paper. I really think it is
swell to read about the home town,
especially the Outpost. It is about
the only way I can keep track of
my friends.
| I have jumped around quite a bit
in the short time I have been a
Cadet. I first went to Miami Beach,
Fla., for my basic training. Then I
went to Xavier University at Cin-
cinnati.. There I studied math,
physics, navigation and other sub-
jects pertaining to aviation. Xavier
is a swell college and I had it very
nice there. I received ten hours’
flying time at Cincinnati and found
that flying is not as easy as it looks.
After four months there I was sent
to Nashville classification center.
After a week of difficult tests to de-
termine what I was best fitted for,
including a stiff physical check, I
was classified as a pilot and sent
! here to beautiful Maxwell Field, Ala.
“Look proud, Mister! You are at
Maxwell.”
When I got here we were met by
the upper class, white gloves, and
sabres. The class system was in
effect, but has now discontinued.
The upper class shoved us all over
for a week and kept plaguing us
with silly questions. It was run
much like West Point. We were
called “Zombies.” I will be upper
class in one more week, ‘thank
1God.”
I am studying radio and visual
code, maps and charts, math, phys-
ics ,aircraft identification and a few
military subjects. It's a tough
course and leaves us little extra
time. I will be here for nine weeks
and then go to primary for real
flying. If I go through the cadets
on schedule, I will receive my wings
and commission as a lieutenant
some time in March. It seems like
a long time to go, but eventually
I'll make it.
I like Maxwell very much. It is a
| beautiful place, yellow stucco and
green grass. The only drawback is
this heat. We exercise in the hot
Alabama sun and many guys just
keel over. They say Maxwell sep-
arates the men from the boys and
so far I haven't cracked under the
strain.
The bugle just blew for chow, so
until I find another opportunity to
write, I remain,
Sincerely,
A/C Jack Zest /
U. S. Army AirCorps,
Maxwell Field, Ala.
® T/Sgt. Donald Brandon, A/C Joe
Garrity, A/C Wililam Johnson, A/C
| Charles. Kern, and A/C Francis Sid-
orek are some of the other local
services from the Back Mountain Region—in camps and on
the fighting fronts—keep contact with their fellows through-
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| the army.—Editor.
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boys also stationed at Maxwell
Field.—Editor.
From Cape Cod
July 15, 1943.
Dear Editor:
Just a few lines to let you know
of my change in address and to
thank you for sending me the Post.
It's been a few weeks since I left
Camp Davis and now I finally got
around to writing to you, which I
should of done sooner, because in
those few weeks I sure did miss the
Post. It not only lets you know
how things are coming along in the
Back Mountain but also where most
of the fellows are and what they
are doing.
I think your paper is a darn good
paper and I am always looking for-
ward to reading it. I still have the
first copies I received and every
now and then I glance over them.
So I will be waiting for more copies
to come this way.
I remain,
Cpl. L. J. Spaciang,
Camp Edwards, Mass.
® Good Morning, Corpgral: Wish
we could have a coupl oi ays on
the Cape with you during weather
like this. It is one of the nicest
places in the world to loaf, but I
don’t know how it is when you're in
Busy As A Bee
July 13, 1943.
Dear Sir:
Inasmuch as I have been receiving
the Post regularly for the past few
weeks, I want to thank you very
much. If the rest of the boys read
it as thoroughly and eagerly as I do
I can speak for the rest of them,
as I should say, echo with them
my thanks and “keep ’em coming.”
Since I have entered the Army
nearly three years ago, I have been
all over the Southwest. I am now
at Camp Maxey, Paris, Texas. In-
cidently, my wife is also here with
me. We were married and are liv-
ing in Hugo, Oklahoma, which is
about twenty miles from Camp
Maxey.
Camp Maxey is situated in what
could be termed ‘the dust bowl.”
It’s surprising what a man can get
used to these days. Training is
{
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.
for me.
how I can be an ordinary field hand.
are so many other things I could do.
All summer long my friends and neighbors have been feeling very sorry
They shake their heads and say they simply cannot understand
War or no war they refuse to under-
stand why I have stuck to this business of helping the farmer when there
I refuse to do too much explaining.
POET'S CORNER
Things To Remember
A Robin Redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A skylark wounded on the wing
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
—William Blake.
from 6:30 until 7:30. Men inquir-
ing about salvage and a million
other things that make your hair
grey and you a nervous wreck. 7:30
comes and you sink in your chair,
then supplies start pouring in of
every conceivable kind. Noon comes
and Supply Sergeant call also.:S. A.
wants to know why those requisi-
tions aren’t in, or why the stock
numbers are wrong. About five
minutes to eat dinner then back to
the supply room. The afternoon is
usually quiet until 5 P. M. when it
starts over again. It's a hectic life,
but time flies and in the near future
we expect to leave for parts un-
known. At least I hope so.
We're all glad to know everyone
is in there pitching for us to win.
So long for now,
Al Swelgin,
Camp Maxey, Tefas.
® Enjoyed your letter, Al. It gives
a good insight into the problems of
the supply sergeant. I imagine you
enjoy the different types of flowers
and shrubs that grow in the south-
west as compared with those in
Pennsylvania. Do you expect to re-
turn to landscape gardening when
the war is over? Good luck to you
and the Mrs.—Editor.
In Old Virginia
\ July 19, 1943.
Dear Editor:
my address again. I'm still at Fort
Eustis, but I've finished my basic
training, and I am stationed here
permanently, maybe for the dura-
tion. I'm now working at the Ofi-
cers’ Mess as a butcher. The work
isn’t hard and the hours aren’t long.
I'm expecting a furlough in three
weeks and I'll come in and see you
while I'm home.
I had a long letter from Joe Gar-
rity of Alderson last week. He is at
Keesler Field, Miss. I haven't heard
from any of the other boys in a
long time.
We had two weeks of rain, but it
stopped last Friday and has been
very hot since then.
Will write again soon.
Lloyd T. Garinger,
Hq. & Hq. Btry,
AACR TC,
Fort Eustis, Virginia.
® Lloyd: Speaking of easy jobs, a
butcher has a snap on the home
front, too. That's about all he’s got
today. What about Joe Garrity?
We have him at Maxwell Field.—
Zditor. :
Dear Louisiana
July 20, 1943.
Dear Sir:
On Saturday, the 17th, I changed
Sincerely, ; |
I want to take these few moments
Post to me. I have always enjoyed
it although I don’t believe I fully
appreciated it until after our Divis-
ion “took off for the woods.”
We are on maneuvers and are
really away from civilization; how-
ever, not too far away that I can’t
receive my Post, so would greatly
appreciate your changing the ad-
dress as I will be looking forward
to my next copy.
Sincerely,
Cpl.-H.'V. Lyne, “J6e,”
Shreveport, La.
® Everybody seems to be just
crazy about Louisiana. Must be the
girls, Joe.—Editor.
An Army Nurse
July 20, 1943.
Dear Editor:
Yes, it’s about time I was writing
to thank you for sending the Post.
But I have been busy—the hospital
rough and we are working hard and
hoping that we’ll be called on soon
to do our part. .
I am’ a Supply Sergeant. You
know one of those guys that have
only two sizes of clothes, too big
and too small. If you don’t think
keeping this bunch of roughnecks
in clothes and shoes isn’t a man-
sized job, you should try it.
My day goes about like this. I
arise at 4:30 A. M,, and catch a bus
for camp. Grab a bite to eat and
then am ready to go. Requisitions
to get out, a steady stream of men
is full and we are short of nurses.
I blame the Mississippi weather for
all the sickness, it’s so hot and
damp.
However, I like the Army and
will never regret having joined. I
am looking forward to overseas
duty, but would like to see Pennsyl-
vania once more before I leave.
Remember the picture you asked
for? Well, here it is. The other
nurse is Lt. Frances Breya from
Wyoming, Pa. She and I were
I am weary of telling people that
~ | I really love working on the farm.
They don’t seem to understand what
I am talking about. I admit it is
hard work. After a day of it one
doesn’t feel like doing much of any-
thing. There is no real desire to
spend an evening out. Many times
even a movie is a little too much
but it doesn’t matter. There is
something so satisfying about work-
ing on a farm, other things seem
forgotten—at least for the time be-
ing. Then, too, there are lots of
rainy days when there is nothing
to do. Rainy days give me a chance
to get caught up with things I seem
to be missing or, my friends seem
to believe I am missing.
Working on a farm is so different
from working in an office or at any
other job in the city. There isn’t
the terrific bus ride into town with
people hanging all over you. In-
stead, there is a lovely ride in the
farmer's large red truck. We ride
in the early morning along a wind-
ing road under an open sky with
nothing but wide fields on all sides
of the landscape.
The truck takes me and the high
school girls and two women who
have been working with us all sum-
mer right into the field. We all
pile out, put our lunches in a bushel
basket under a tree, and the day’s
work has begun. It doesn’t matter
the earth, the fields are always love-
ly in the early morning. Take for in-
stance, just this past week when
we picked beans. On one side of
the field there was a lovely stretch
of woods, on the other a peach or-
chard just about ready to be picked.
The rows of green beans stretched
ahead of us. Off in the distance
was a field of cabbage of the love-
liest hue imaginable. The farmer
had turned on the irrigation pipes
and from where we were working
it looked as though fountains were
playing on the cabbages.
The girls are always eager to be-
gin to work and for a little while
there is silence with nothing to
break it but the sound of the beans
falling into the empty baskets. Over
in the next field a, farm hand is
spraying fruit trees and right near
us another group is picking apples.
We can’t see them but we hear
their conversation as they go about
their work.
Noon comes before we realize it.
If we are close enough to the pack-
ing house and the barn we walk
down there and have our lunch. If
we are too far away we eat in the
nearby woods. There is something
very refreshing about washing your
sun-drenched face in water that has
a windmill. There is always some-
thing exciting happening on the
farm. Have you ever been in an
open field and watched a storm com-
ing up? The air is filled with ex-
citement. You can see the rain com-
ing and you know you must make
it to the barn. All the time you
keep hoping the rain will hold off
long enough for the hired man to
come out with the horse and wagon
so that you can get a ride back to
the barn. There is nothing quite
racing against a storm and there is
nothing like rain on the roof of a
big barn.
I'll take my job any day. It is
hard on clothes and there is plenty
of mud and hot sun and bugs but
(it is filled with growing things and
to thank you for sending the Dallas !
green fields and the sweet smell of
freshly picked fruit. Have you ever
eaten strawberries in the field and
peaches right off the tree? Don't
tell me I am foolish to be a farmer.
Just envy me!
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