That comments appearing in parenthesis throughout The Drizzle are the personal observations of The Drizzler. However, many of the nicknames clothed in parenthesis in a number of the letters reproduced in The Drizzle are the brain children of the individual letter writers.
THE DRIZZLE'S ONE YEAR OLD TODAY-
It's just a year ago today that I conceived the idea of this little publication and this, in the midst of a heavy "brain storm," The Drizzle was born. I have tried to make it chatty, cheery, and bright, bringing to you each month some of the same sort of good-natured fun and kidding which you fellows used to toss at one another across Monticello's Main Stem before leaving the old home town to take up your battle stations in so many different parts of the world. The many expressions of praise and appreciation which have been received from many of you would seem to indicate that I have succeeded in at least a small measure. The only hope is that all of you will continue to enjoy The Drizzle as much as The Drizzler enjoys Drizzling.
HELP! HELP!! HELP!!!-
I'm fainting-I'm fainting! Quick, lad, the smelling salts. Hurry-please-before it's too late. No, they're not on the buffet. They're on the table! No! No! You've got the wrong stuff. Heavens! You've brought me ordinary table salt! Oh, well, don't bother. I feel a little better now, anyway. You want to know what's the matter? Well, what isn't the matter! At long last, after all these many, many months, I have just received a communiqué from that slumbering potentate of the letteriting profession, Major "Les" Weissmiller, executive officer of the Deshon General Hospital at Butler, Penna. "Les" belongs to the M. H. S. class of '22, having received his sheepskin along with such other fluttering social butterflies as Ken Kennedy, for the past eight years on the public information staff of TVA at Knoxville, Tenn.: Dr. "Ott" Blum, with the naval medical corps in New Guinea where he is recovering from a siege of malaria; "Doc" Baebler, the local dentist, and "Jumbo" Feldt, the Monroe mail carrier. Before he entered service over 3 ½ years ago, "Les" was acting assistant superintendent of Wisconsin General Hospital, Madison. Almost two of his years in the army were spent on the little isle of Aruba just off the coast of Venezuela. Now let's turn The Drizzle microphone over to the Major and let him speak for himself:
"Dear Roz: Please try to believe me when I tell you how busy I am. (You'll have to do some mighty tall talkin' to convince me.) I know it sounds like the same old story, but so help me, I have never worked so hard in my life.
(Say, who's this letter from, anyway?-Major Weissmiller or Major Hoople? Sounds a little like Hoople's floople. Well, I'll take your word for it, Les, but don't you remember how you used to come down off the hill when we were at the university and how you'd moan and groan about this or that examination." Invariably you would say: "Why, that was the terriblest, awfulest, goll darndest examination I ever wrote. I just know I flunked it." And Ken and Ott and "Laura" Marty and I would try to console you in our most reassuring, soothingest tones. You'd usually retreat just a bit-but only a bit. "Well," you'd concede, "Probably I didn't flunk the exam, but I know darned well I won't get more than a con. Why, that was the dog-GONE-dest examination! The professor threw every question in the book at us and a lot of 'em that aren't in it, too." Then after all was said and done, you'd usually come home from the next class displaying, just a little sheepishly, a B or a B plus. You had quite a "line" in those days, Les. And now that you've mixed it up with some of this potent army technique, you can see why I'm, somewhat skeptical.)
"I get to my office at 8, take 20 minutes off for lunch, get home at 5:30 to 6, and often take along work to do at home. So far the only time off I have had has been Sunday afternoons-and I don't always get them off. Besides the regular work, there are such extracurricular activities as attendance at dinners, speaking engagements at American Legion and Garden Club meetings and attendance at Service Command conferences at Baltimore. Don't get me wrong. This is a grand spot to be in and I'm enjoying every bit of it-except the public speaking.
"This is the first military post I have been at where the old army custom of making formal calls is still adhered to. I thought at first it would be a nuisance, but it has turned out to be quite enjoyable.
"Fran is just about as busy as I am, what with Red Cross, military personal affairs, and social events-such as Mrs. Roosevelt's recent visit to the hospital-to help look after. She has been particularly busy since the Colonel's wife has been in the hospital for about six weeks.
"I want to tell you again how much I enjoy the Drizzle. Reading it is a grand way to keep track of all the fellows. Their letters are all very interesting. I have been especially interested in "Ott" Blum's short notes and in Harold Youngreen's epistles. It seems to me, though, that anyone writing as often and as long as Harold does can't be too busy. Do you suppose this statement might draw a rebuttal from the good doctor? (I certainly hope it does, Major, because "Doc" Youngreen wields such a versatile, witty pen that I can't hear from him too often. Sick 'em, Harold, sick 'em!) Must close for now. Sincerely, Les. P.S.-I realize now, although I didn't at the time, that I had a nice two years' vacation in the Caribbean." (Listen, brother-I mean cousin-you're not telling me anything new. I've known that for a long time. And, let's see, during those two years you spent acquiring a nice sun-tan in the Caribbean, I received one short, slender little letter from you! Ah, how lucky you are to be safely sheltered in far-away Butler at this moment. Well, anyway, Les, it was grand hearing from you and it'll be grander still if you'll only write more frequently. And please say "hello" to Fran for all of us.)
HOLD ON TIGHT, MEN, 'CUZ WE'RE GOING TO RAMBLE AT RANDOM-
Lt. (jg) Rufus Freitag, USN, M. H. S. class of '24, was home recently on leave from his duties in the huge naval supply depot at Bayonne, N. J. Some of the requisitions that are received at the depot there are just simply staggering in size-thousands of tons of meat and butter, for instance, leave by boat in single shipments, say nothing of huge accompanying consignments of smaller articles. . . The Drizzler understands that Arthur W. (Slug) Babler, with the United States Coast Guard and for several months stationed at Atlantic City, N. J., has been transferred to Duluth, Minn. Say, Art, I'm still waiting for your answer to that $64 question, the one I asked you a couple of Drizzles ago. Come on now, don't try to pretend you can't remember it. Well, here it is again: Do you think that if Carl Dick, Monticello's Prince of Wales, ever ascends the royal throne that he'll renounce it for his lady love-just as former King Eddie did? The only reason I'm repeating the question now is because Whitey Hill's going to fork over the $64 for the correct answer and the money is burning such a hole in his pocket that I fear that Whitey may be in danger of suffering second degree burns. So hurry, Art, hurry! . . LaVerne Sauer, the erstwhile dean of dough (bread, not currency) at the Winiger bakery, is now holding forth at Lowry Field near Denver, Colo., where he's apparently in advanced training to become an air pilot. How are things coming, Verne? . . After months of guard duty in California, Armin Loeffel is now at Camp Maxey, Texas, where Pvt. Morgan Phillips was located before leaving for England with a tank destroyer outfit. Armin was home on a furlough prior to leaving for Texas. . . S/Sgt. Wilbert Marty, the ol' tail gunner, has not yet received his reclassification and reassignment at the Miami Beach (Fla.) Army Air Force Center which happens to be the same place where he received his preliminary training shortly after joining the air corps. Wilbert has met a number of old friends at Miami Beach where he is staying in a nice hotel. . . Sgt. Harry Van Houten is now back at the Harlingen (Texas) Air Base after a furlough at home. His brother, Pvt. Lloyd, stationed at Camp Grant, was here at the same time. The "Van" brothers have promised the Drizzler a letter every once in a while so I'll be lookin' for 'em. . Marion Schultz, better known as "Butch" and also known as the tire retreading wizard at the E. G. Voegeli Tire Station, has been assigned to Co. H, 3rd Ord. Tng. Rgt., Aberdeen, Md., where he is waiting to be shipped to another point for his basic training which he hopes will be over soon so he can "really get going." . . Hey, I wonder what's happened to Dick Schoonover, Fort Monmouth, N.J., and his cousin, Carl Babler, stationed "Somewhere in California"? The Drizzler hasn't heard from either one of you lads for a long time. How about warming up and curving us a few paragraphs?
FROM THE FIGHTING FRONT IN FRANCE-
Monticello has three known participants in the great invasion of France-Sgt. "Mel" Marty and Pfc. Emil Weigert, both with the 8th Infantry, and Pvt. Tommy Brusveen, who used to pretty up Monticello's masculine mugs in his tonsorial palace in the Grand Central hotel basement before his induction into the service. "Mel" writes briefly that he is fine and is getting good food and plenty of it. He adds that the folks back here probably know more about the whole picture of the invasion "than we do." Emil, who is one of the Drizzle's most faithful and colorful correspondents, pauses this time for just a moment in the hurry-scurry of battle to say that he is now with the Headquarters Co. of the 8th Infantry, that he is more or less on the move. And that girls are not worrying him any right now because he has more important things on his mind. Emil winds up with the hope that "we can put an end to things over here soon."
Tommy writes interestingly and at considerable length about his experiences since landing in France:
"I landed on a beach in France a day after D-day. We had to dig in when we landed. Since we were wet and cold and there was a terrific bombardment under way, we couldn't sleep. I have lost much sleep as we have been very busy. We work in shifts on detail. It is very heavy work, but we want to be sure the boys at the front get all the things they need to finish off the Germans.
"I have tried to make my home, which is just a foxhole, as comfortable as possible. I have dug it out so it is about 10x6. I put logs over the top of it, then covered it with brush and dirt. Some barrage balloons came down in our area while I was on guard and one of them landed near me. I cut a big section out of it and then put it over my "house" to keep out the rain and cold. I have a bed which I found in a castle left by the Germans. I think it was there before they took over. I am pretty comfortable now, but very busy. The French are overjoyed to see us and they are very friendly. They have treated us to lots of cider.
"The Germans put big poles all over fields to prevent our paratroopers from landing, but they did, anyway. The French are now taking them out and are making hay and doing their farm work. It is a very nice dairy country and I have seen some nice cows, gardens, and fields.
"I have been taking many pictures. I don't know when I'll get them developed, but I'll hang onto them. I have taken some pictures of German pillboxes, many of which have living quarters. Most of the Germans died right in them."
(The Drizzler might add here that Tommy, who is a crack amateur photographer, has a swell collection of snapshots which he took during his stay in England and which Mrs. Brusveen has arranged neatly in an attractive album.)
FROM FAR-FLUNG FRONTS-
Settle back into your chairs, gentlemen, because The Drizzler's going to take all of you on a long, gigantic global swing. First of all, I'll take you down into the Southwest Pacific to New Caledonia where "Art" Zweifel, of New Glarus, a former stellar performer with Barney Karlen's "Dashing Diamondeers," is awaiting his turn at The Drizzle microphone. Okay, Art, she's yours: "Things here at present are busy as usual. The weather has been very pleasant, but those T-bone steaks are still few and far between. Have met several fellows from home, among them Gerry Disch, Matt Solbraa; Don Trickle from Monticello, Frank Farmer from Blanchardville, and Dr. Palmer Kundert, Madison, who is my cousin. When I heard Don Trickle was here on the island, I hitch-hiked up to see him. He is looking very well and is due back in the states soon. You certainly deserve to be commended on the fine job you are doing with The Drizzle. Since I know most of the fellows mentioned in the Drizzle, I am always anxious to get it" . . I thought we'd find Don Pearson, D Btry., 2nd, Bn., 11th Marines, 1st Mar. Div., still on New Britain, but he isn't. Anyway, Don, wherever you are, come on in: "Am sorry to say my chances of seeing "Doc" Youngreen (still on New Britain) are slight. Haven't been there for some time. Sure would like to see him. All I can do now is say "Hello Harold." Hope you don't have to stay in that mud hole long, but where I am now is almost as bad. Went to the show last night and was practically drowned when a heavy storm broke loose, but you'd be surprised how few of the boys left. Glad to hear Wilbert Marty's headed for home. He sure deserves it! Congratulations, Wilbert, and the best of luck in your future operations. Am playing on a soft ball team and it reminds me of the old gang and fun I had on the Phillips "66" team with Erv Spring, Fritz Haldiman, Hoppe Babler, and Manager Ernie (Joe McCarthy) Spring. Those were the good old days. Suppose Barney Karlen's V-8s are taking 'em all in stride again. Say hello to all the fellows-also "Doc" (Card-Shark) Horne, Herman (Dead-Eye) Wirth, Matt Zentner and Lorie Pease. So long everyone, Don." . . Now let's switch back to New Britain island and try to pick up a few words from that distinguished medico and word juggler of the Southwest Pacific-"Doc" Youngreen. Ah, there he is and he's just simply rarin' to toss a few fast ones at his old pal, Capt. Harris (Hoppe) Babler, whose billiard ball wizardry stamps him as the "King o' the Kue" all the way from Alaska to the Aleutians. Lis'en closely fellows while "Hilarious Harold" pours it on: "It appears as though our "Aleutians Hoppe" friend is hurling a few barbs himself. His reference to the ethics of the medical profession hurts me deeply. You know us better than that Bab. But don't answer that. I shall endure those slings in dignified (?) silence. One little comment: I hear the master of the ivory ball is in the market for orange blossoms shortly. Flash!-It is rumored that feminine hearts are breaking from Florida to the Aleutians. Just to keep the record straight, I am now sweating it out (and I mean that literally) on New Britain. A cozy little spot as long as our neighbors stay on their side of the fence. Work is abundant, food lousey, and mail welcome. Everyone down here is trying to learn the "Rotation Waltz." One is supposed to learn it in 18 months, but after 22 months of trying, I just can't seem to catch on. The tempo is too slow. Cheerio, Harold." . . Here's a surprise for all of you chaps because the next warrior I'm going to bring in on The Drizzle network is none other than Monticello high's greatest athletic enthusiast of recent years-Pfc. Alvin C. Schmid, better known as Schmitty, who is with Hq. Co., 3rd Bn., 1st Mar. I don't know just exactly where Schmitty is, but anyway, he's "Somewhere in the Field." All right, Schmitty, ol' boy, take 'er away: "I was in Australia for a short time and it's a swell place with very good liberty. Also was at Cape Gloucester on New Britain (Don Pearson was there, too, probably at just about the same time. Just noticed that you two fellows both belong to the 1st Marine Division.) New Britain island is pretty rough country, about the same as all of those South pacific islands. Also saw part of New Guinea which I liked the best of them all. Any chance of getting "Al" Deppeler's address. (Here it is: Pvt. Albert Deppeler, 16157092, 263rd Inf., Co. L, APO 454, Camp Rucker, Ala.) The Drizzle is great, Roz. Keep it coming. Good luck to you and all the fellows. Schmitty." . . Get set for a long hop over into the Hawaiian islands, men, because here we go to see what Lt. (jg) Wilson Milbrandt has to say for himself. "Wilce," of course, is the son of our eminent citizen, "Hank" Milbrandt, who along with his famous old cronies, Jacob Jasper Legler and Henry Casper Elmer, has acquired quite a reputation as a judge of livestock and also of other stock that isn't so lively. The lieutenant's address is CEC-V(S), USNR, CBMU 581, NAD #66, Fleet P. O., San Francisco. Well, here's "Wilce" standing before the mike so let's lend him our ears: "Just finished reading your June 17th issue of The Drizzle which was enjoyed immensely like all the rest I have received. After 4 weeks indoctrination course at Camp Peary, Va., I was assigned to CB 126. The battalion received advance base training at Camp Endicott, R. I., Camp Parks, Calif., and Port Hueneme, Calif. There was a demand for smaller units so the battalion was split into two maintenance units and a one-half battalion. As a result, I was assigned to CBMU 581 as executive officer and the unit left Frisco March 10. This unit has finally settled in the quarters they built for themselves on the Island of Oahu, T-H, Naval Ammunition Depot #66. The camp is made of Quonset huts. There is plenty of activity here with the war in the Pacific going as it is. Oahu is an attractive island with its mountains, beautiful trees, and flowers, fields of sugar cane and pineapples, and several good sandy beaches. Hearing from "Hoot" Wittwer through The Drizzle reminded me of good old days at M. H. S. Cheer up, "Hoot", after a couple more trips on the ocean blue, you'll get your sea legs. Say "hello" to the gang and tell F. Kubly and D. Zweifel that I could go for some of that good old beer and Limburger any time now. Sincerely, Wilson. P.S.---What's "Hoot's" address? Here it is, Wilce: Pvt. Huldreich R. Wittwer, 36689607, 71st Service Sqd., 6th Service Group (Air), A.P.O. 292 %PM, San Francisco. . . If it's okay with the rest of you fellows, how about wafting away up there in the Aleutians where the Sneakanese pulled stakes in an awful hurry apparently because they must have heard that those two burly Monticello sergeants-"Erv" Spring and Fritz Haldiman-were hot on their trail. Come on, Fritz, how about a few words from you: You say you would sooner have Sgt. Spring do the talking. Oh, oh, here's Erv on the air now and the first thing he does is take a few gentle little digs at Whitey Hill: "Say, Whitey, are you complaining about the mud down there in Texas? O. K. I'll trade places with you. This is God's country up here. I guess nobody else would want it. You must have improved in your ball playing because your teams used to get beat by much bigger margins. How about dropping us a line once, Whitey? I'm wondering if Capt. Paul E. Voegeli didn't have a hand in that invasion? Gen. Eisenhower couldn't have slipped up on a man like P. Emil. We'd sure like to get a look at the states once again, but still don't know when it will be. I think a couple of years around here should be plenty. Regards to all the gang." (Say, Whitey, Erv's address is Sgt. Erwin Spring, 36237069, Co. B, 206th Inf. Bn. Sep., APO 729, Seattle, Wash.) . . From the Aleutians, we're going to rocket clear across Alaska and Northern Canada to Iceland where Lt. Russell Howard is standing by to say a few words. All right, Russ, we're all listenin': "I have been very lucky to visit some of the scenic points on the island and have found them beautiful and interesting. I hope to climb Mt. Hekla soon and the last two hours of the hike will be through snow. We have 24 hours of daylight up here now. The sun sets at 11:30. I really believe this is the land of "the midnight sun." The last time I was on the Drizzle "network," Roz, I told about the long nights and now, as one of the boys here has said, "It's day all night." It seems Bob Blumer and I are moving over the same course in reverse order. I spent a few months in England before landing on "The Rock." Thanks a million for sending me The Drizzle. I enjoy it very much." . . Since Russ mentioned Bob Blumer, let's drop down into Northern Ireland and see if we can't locate the former fashion plate of Nickle Plate avenue. Just as I thought. The old sheik is out on another date. Anyway, Bob, I got the pin cushion and it's a little dandy. Thanks a lot. . . Here we go again, fellows, this time to England for an interview with Sgt. Roger Foster, 491st B. Grp., 854th Sqd., APO 558, former U. W. track star and son of E. W. Foster, local high school principal and coach some years back. We're all ready, Roger so let loose: "Have often wondered how "Doc" Youngreen, Boob Kissling, the Babler brothers and the rest of the boys are making out and The Drizzle is doing a good job of keeping me posted. Here's hoping the co-eds at Yale didn't turn Boob traitor to his old alma mater, nor too many tropical germs capture the attention of "Doc" Youngreen so as to keep him from returning to his old haunts. Good luck to the whole gang." . . Next let's hop way over to Sicily where Sgt. "Al" Baehler, 34th A. D. G., Supply Sqd., APO 650, N.Y.C., is still stationed. That's the stuff, Al, step right up to The Drizzle microphone: "I certainly enjoy getting The Drizzle and got a big kick out of that story in the May issue about "Bab" Babler, Slim Freitag, and Tommy Elmer. Was glad to hear that S/Sgt Wilbert Marty is home. I'll bet he has had some thrilling experiences. Not much to talk about-weather is getting warm and soon it'll be plenty hot. So long for now." . . It's just a short skip over onto the Italian boot so let's wind up this long global sweep by contacting Capt. Norman Steussy, O-341621, 3482 Q. M. Truck Co., APO 464, PM, NYC. Well, by golly, there's Norman now, all ready to say a few words, too: "June 17th issue of The Drizzle reached me in good order today. So my pal, John Streiff, the former Monticello grocery baron, has now turned to cooking. I wish I'd have known that as I could use an extra cook in my company and would have requested that John be transferred. (Smile) I'll bet he's a whizz at making tasty dishes from dehydrated foods and camouflaging "bullybeef." Our boys have been doing their part in this latest drive in Italy. Hello to all the Monticello boys."
That gay galavantin' gentleman of Alaska and the Aleutians-Capt. "Hoppe" Babler-is now temporarily stationed in Anchorage before moving on to the Aleutians where no doubt those two enterprising "natives" of that "paradise" (?)-Erv and Fritz-will be on hand to give him a hero's welcoming home providing , of course, that "Hoppe" brings a good supply of "torpedo juice" with him. The captain, who entered the temple of wedded bliss on his recent leave back in the states, is an air transport officer with the 11th Air Force, directing air corps cargo and combat crews and routing of planes in relation to weather and other conditions. He hopes to be transferred to the Air Transport Command, also is anxious to see service in China before the war ends. In his official capacity, "Hoppe" has often traveled 5,000 to 6,000 miles a month by air. The captain can tell some "whalish" stories, too, because he has frequently seen whales in the Bering Sea and says that when you fly over them at 300 feet, they look fully 40 feet long. Last December, the Japs bombed his sector a few times, but all of the bombs fell into the sea. . . "Walt" Zentner, MM 2/c, is due back on ship in Frisco Monday after a 30-day leave. Three years ago Dec. 8th he enlisted in the navy and he spent almost two years aboard a submarine tender in an Australian harbor. There are 1000 men aboard the tender and the crew refuels and re-supplies all submarines coming into the harbor as well as repairing them. "Walt" says his outfit had fine living, often getting fresh milk three times a day. . . S/Sgt. "Cec" Wirth, that Rollicking Romeo of the Southwest Pacific, is still reveling in the comforts of home after breezing into the old home town unheralded the other day. Twenty-eight of "Cec's" 30 months in the Marines have been spent in the Central and Southwest Pacific where he visited 14 islands and saw considerable action on some of them. "Cec" has sketched the high lights of his months abroad for The Drizzler, but first they must clear Marine headquarters. He leaves later this month for the big Marine camp at Big River, N. C.
JUST IN!! NEWS FROM NORMANDY-
Sgt. "Mel" Marty writes: "Well, Roz, we are now in Cherbourg for a rest, but don't know how long. We have been in the front lines for 22 days, ever since the day we landed. The going has been plenty tough. When the Germans have the advantage, they put up an awful fight, but get them cornered and they'll come out with a white handkerchief and their hands up. The prisoners we have taken are all ages-some boys only 14 or 15, others older men. They mix them up. Our success so far has been largely due to our artillery and air force. The air force is really on the ball and we have beautiful artillery. The Jerries also have plenty of it. Have been in some very tight spots. Being pinned down for 7 to 10 hours by artillery isn't funny. And lying in a hole isn't exactly a picnic, either. Those 88s the Germans have are some weapons. When we hear them we duck for cover and stay there. Will write again soon. As ever, Mel. (Swell hearing from you, Mel! The very, very best of luck and we'll be looking for more letters.)
THE LAST ROUND-UP-
Boob Kissling's really had a work-out at Camp Pickett, Va. Spent 2 weeks on bivouac at Camp Butner, N. C., then went on a 2-day problem, finished it at 3 a.m. Wednesday, then was roused three hours later to go on a 25-mile hike and only 16 men, all of them privates and "Boob" among them finished the jaunt. Consequently, Prof. Kissling insinuates that some of these officers, like Whitey Hill, are nothing but a bunch of softies. . . Incidentally, Whitey was here over the week-end, due back in Camp Hood, Tex., today. Same old Whitey-same gift of gab-same fondness for femmes. . . Frederick Voegeli's taking his "boot" training at Great Lakes and considers it a lucky break. Likes the navy very much. Has a swell commanding officer. Chow very substantial-and generous, too. Also has a nice bunch of barracks mates. . . Jim Knoblauch's still in the physical hardening department at Fort Bliss, Tex. He and Helen have now been in El Paso four months. Helen works for the OPA there, has charge of rationing of boots, shoes, and stoves, and is learning to talk Spanish quite fluently. Two-thirds of El Paso's population are Mexicans. . . Johnny Bernet, with the naval air transport service, expects to go abroad soon. . . Ditto Art Babler, U. S. Coast Guardsman, now in Duluth. . . Latest from Tail-Gunner Wilbert Marty: His new assignment-an instructor-most likely in gunnery, after 5 weeks of school . .S/Sgt. Carl Stauffer's in Seattle, preparing for service aboard the giant new Boeing B-29s. . . Lt. Ray Burns recently awarded Air Medal for accuracy in bombing in the Mediterranean theatre. . . Cpl. P. F. Blumer, the Rantoul (Ill.) Rambler, recommended for promotion to Staff Sgt. . . Ensign Ed Klassy now also acting as commissary officer of U.S.S. Williamson. . . Marine Eddie Loeffel's believed to be in on the invasion of Saipan.
MY SINCERE THANKS-
To these Drizzle donors: W. A. Loveland, Albert Witt,
Albert Marty, Mrs. Irma Marty, Blanchardville; Chas. Youngreen,
Art Miller, A. H. Wright, Jim Dooley, Henry Spring,
Ernest Wittwer, Dr. Clarke, Dr. Horne, Dr. L. A.
Moore, Monroe; Mrs. Lena Babler, Luther Lemon, Tillie Bindschaedler,
Monroe; Kate Stauffer, Jake Burgy, Mrs. Elfa Voegeli, Mrs. John G. Blum,
Mrs. Ern. Gempeler.