The Bluffton news. [volume] (Bluffton, Ohio) 1875-current, 1943-12-16

CHAPTER v-Hargrove Is given
. review Of his faults by his SER
geant who tells him to snap out Of
1t and start working for his COR
poraPs stripes. He also gets a les
son In the art Of goldbricking.
CHAPTER vI-Private Hargrove
lists series OF army slang defini-
tions for the enlightenment Of the
civilian population. He also tells
how he and two of his pals spoil a
perfectly good date for one Private
Zuber. Going home on furlough he
goes to visit newspaperma1 friend
who dominates their conversation
recounting his experiences in the
first World War. He also under
goes another trying experience at
inspection.
CHAPTER vII-Private Hargrove
continues to relate the incidents sur
rounding his camp life and tells
about being outfitted for an over
coat. A weekend is spent on man.
euvers on the South Carolina coast.
He gets good case of sunburn.
CHAPTER VIII-Hargrove gets
his first taste of army cooking
school reports on his daily activi-
ties there. He tells also about the
real meaning of army morale and
how it affects new inductees.
CHAPTER IX-How the evening
bull sessions progress and how much
the soldiers enjoy them are the SUBJ
ject of Private Hargrove's next re-
port. He learns he has been re-
classified to do public relations work
on the camp paper.
Private Hargrove," said to my
self, 'you have been doing quite
too much gallivanting lately. There
have been too many movies, too
many bull sessions, too many hours
spent at the Service Club and too
much time spent flirting with that
cute little waitress at the delicates-
sen in Fayetteville. Tonight, Pri-
vate Hargrove, you will take this in
teresting and improving book, read
it until Lights Out and go to bed
promptly at nine o'clock"
There was a little back talk, a
little argument, a little entreaty.
the forces of Truth and
Progress prevailed. Immediately
after supper / adjourned to the
squadroom, arranged myself COM
fortably on my bunk and dug into
the interesting book. Peace and
quiet held sway about me.
As luck would have it, this same
sudden decision toward a Quiet eve
ming at Home struck several fellow
of the squadroom at the
same time. Six or seven nearby
hunks sported occupants who usu-
ally disdained the comforts of home
until at least nine o'clock. Books
were brought out from the foot lock-
ers, pens and papers made their
appearance, and one ambitious and
energetic flower of the nation even
got out his shoe polish and went to
work.
Private Wesley Sager, late of AM
sterdam, New York, grew weary of
the quiet. Yawning widely, he rolled
over in bed and with a sudden
swoop yanked the pillow from be-
meath the head of Private Melvin
Hart. "Yippee," screamed Private
Sager, tossing the pillow across the
squadroom to willing accomplice.
"Yippee," screamed the willing ac-
complice, tossing the pillow back to
Private Sager.
Private Hart rose and retrieved
his pillow with dignity and formali-
ty. He placed it on his bunk,
smoothed it and laid his head upon
it. Three privates sighed in resigna-
ton. The incorrigibles were at it
again.
Private Sager lay quiet for a
while. Then he broke into a loud,
regular, but unconvincing snore. The
three signing privates did not re-
turn to their occupations, but lay in
philosophic expectation. Once the
boys in that corner got started,
nothing but physical exhaustion
could stop them.
Private Sager turned as if tossing
in his sleep. Private Hart noted
the move and held his book ready
to strike if a hand came toward
his pillow. Private Sager turned
again, facing away from Private
Hart, and Private Hart relaxed his
vigil. When he did, the hand shot
out once more and the pillow sailed
across the room and into waiting
arms.
Again Private Hart retrieved the
pillow and again he lay down.
s.Why." he asked, must YOU behave