Announcement-To conserve both paper and postage, "The Drizzle" now uses
a new type of paper which permits mimeographing of both sides of a sheet.
Please bear this in mind. Turn to the back of each page.
THE DRIZZLE SALUTES: THE OLD HOME TOWN!
"Back the Attack with Bonds" That was the "battle cry" of the Third
War Loan Drive. And how the folks back home here in Monticello backed
it! The village quota was $59,428, but this figure was sent flying in all
directions when Monticello busted through the top early in the campaign-the
first community in Green country to fill its quota-and then kept roaring
on to a smashing grand total of $103,075, thus exceeding its quota by more
than 70% and far outranking any other community in the county in percentage
of over-subscription. The per capita quota was $83, but Monticello smashed
through with a rousing average of over $144 for every man, woman, and child
in the community! That's really mowing 'em down, isn't it, fellows? In
the surrounding area, Washington township subscribed approximately $36,000
of its $55,796 quota while Mt. Pleasant township bought about $26,000 of
its $51,045 quota.
WELL, WELL, LOOK WHAT WE HAVE HERE!-
If it isn't a snappy letter from Capt. Harold ("Doc") Youngreen, who had just received his first copy of The Drizzle over there in the Hawaiian Islands. "Doc," who graduated from the U. W. School of Medicine with so many honorary academic pins hanging from his chest that he was in grave danger of becoming round-shouldered, catches the real spirit of The Drizzle right on the opening kick-off and scampers to an easy touchdown, leaving sprawled in his wake such noted intellectuals as Whitey (The Great) Hill, C. J. (Jake, the Joker) Dick, P. Emil Voegeli, "Bo" Woelffer, and "Boob" Kissling. Now if these worthy gentlemen will only rise in righteous retaliation and hurl a few shafts of humor at the captain and some of the other fellows on our circulation list, we're gonna have an awful lotta fun. We'll be waitin'. Okay, "Doc," The Drizzle's microphone is yours. Take it away: "As I was sitting here amid the luxuries of my ward tent, perspiration puddling about my feet and waging a spirited but hopeless battle with the flies, what should descend upon me but a most welcome Drizzle. One good Drizzle merits at least a little drip in return so here goes.
"I feel that The Drizzle was a most pregnant idea and we shan't question its legitimacy. Urho (The Terrible) Hill, alias "The Louisiana Rebel," refers to it as a brain child. Really, Whitey, you must allow me to take you aside some day and explain a few of the essential facts to you. I can see unmistakable signs of the influence of the sheltering army life. Perhaps you would say "half-sheltering," Whitey.
"To C. "Jacob the Silent" Dick, let's have a little more elaboration on this peach-picking episode. Skeptically speaking, I have met a few hospital registrars.
"I see that Paul (erstwhile G-2) Voegeli is literally up in the air again. His love for the higher altitudes was manifest in our college days when we always lived on the top floor.
"Not meaning to be at all personal, but would "Bo" Woelffer explain just how close "close order drill" really is? I know the instructor-pupil method of instruction is quite highly regarded by the army. What is your opinion on that, Bo? I understand those nurses are pretty snappy on the drill field-not to mention other places.
"I am surprised-"Kissling, the Kiss King"-tsk, tsk!
"I can understand how Major "Les" Weissmiller felt about that glass of fresh milk after sixteen months without a taste of it. And a Swiss on rye would make my old taste buds get right up and dance.
"Have been busy going to one school after another and now I am running a dispensary for quite a goodly number of men. There is something popping in all the time.
"Well, now that I have thrust my neck out in various directions, I think
I shall retire to my bomb-proof shelter and await developments. Thanks
very much for sending me The Drizzle. I thoroughly enjoyed it so Drizzle
on. My best regards to all my old chums. As ever, Harold."
DRIZZLE DISCUSSION DEPARTMENT-
Wherein The Drizzler devotes special comment to certain sections of certain subscribers, letters, these comments appearing in parenthesis: From far-away Australia comes these interesting lines from none other than Pvt. Louis Wyss, variously known as Tony, The Weazel, Louie, the Lonely Lover, and Brown Bomber: "Hi, Rusty: Just received the first issue of The Drizzle and had to read it twice as I couldn't get all the laughs out of it the first time. I must agree with Whitey when he says that The Drizzle has a faint aroma of intelligence and that somebody else must be writing it for you. Come on, tell us who's doing it?" (Leave it to Whitey to start a story in Louisiana that'll spread way over into Australia). Louie continues: "The seasons are a little reversed over here. I had a taste of summer and I would gladly exchange places with Hill if he only has those minor troubles he talked about in the Drizzle." (Now can you beat that, Whitey? Here you've been wading rivers up to your chin during maneuvers, ruining your uniforms, your wristwatch, and that glamorous, twenty-karat disposition of yours and Tony has the "noive" to speak of them as minor troubles!) "I'm still looking for the cigars that were sent to me weeks ago so now I'm wondering if you didn't use them on some political campaign tour?" (I understand you've got them now Tony, but thanks for the idea. I'll try to remember it next time). "We get plenty of everything but cigars. I've had two this month so I'm really looking forward to the package. Keep sending The Drizzle and I'll do my best to send the subscription rate. As always, Tony." ("Well, Tony, won't it be swell when you can sit in again on one of those uproarious sessions of cut-throat jass with those three other master strategists of the stacked decks and marked cards-H. Adolphus Becker, former secretary and treasurer of the Becker-Jordan-Wyss-Wittenwyler Dog Kennels; Emil (Chickereeno) Bruni, the widely known New Glarus scholar, historian, and munitions expert, and William Eddie Amstutz, Monroe's professor of science and the finer arts?) . From "Boob" Kissling, now at Yale university in New Haven, Conn., where he is taking an army-sponsored course in civil engineering: "We are staying in a new dorm that was just completed in 1940 and it's really a swell place. We have a suite of three rooms. There are six fellows in the suite, but we really have plenty of room. We eat in a civilian mess hall and is the food swell! Some of the regular Yale students eat there, too, and their checks run like this: Breakfast, 40 ¢; Lunch, 60 ¢, and dinner, $1.00, so you can see how well we are getting fed. I'm up to 185 again." (Why, Boob, You're not in the army-you're in Luxury!) "Boy, would this town ever be the place for Hill. There are so many women here, they drive along and pick you up. Not bad, but we have to study so dating is out." (Boob, you should never have mentioned a word about those ultra-courteous co-eds because I doubt if Whitey'll ever be the same after he reads about them. And think of Dick Schoonover down there at Camp Crowder up on top of those breezy 30 and 45-foot poles stringing telegraph and telephone wires. He'll most likely be thinking so much about life at Yale after he glimpses this that he'll probably either get all tangled up in all those wires or else drop right off the pole. You surely remember "Dateless Dick," of course. They tell me he never even as much as glanced at a co-ed as long as he went to the U. W. Who's kiddin' me?
HOW HOT IS HOT?-
If you don't have any idea, just drop a line to Wendell Miller
and he'll give you the correct answer. He's with the 788th Military
Police Battalion over in Iran, also known as Persia. Wendell's outfit is
camped right in the middle of the desert and the weather man really turns
on the heat over in that part of the world. Some days the temperature hits
as high as 180 degrees and it holds right around that mark most of the
time, seldom very much less. Standing on guard duty in this torrid heat
wouldn't be so bad, but they have sand storms over there as bad as the
worst winter blizzards back here. "You know how it feels in the winter
to come around a corner right into the teeth of a severe blizzard," Wendell
writes. "Well, that's the way it is here except that it's heat and sand
instead of cold and snow." For some time after his arrival in Iran, Wendell
didn't receive any mail. Then came the deluge-37 letters in one day! "It
was just like Christmas," he says. Wendell's outfit expects to move up
into the mountains soon and he'll be glad when that time arrives. The Monticelloan
also reports that his company has already lost 10% of its men, but that
the morale is still good among the rest of the fellows whom he calls "a
swell bunch of guys."
FROM THE PEN-'N'-PENCIL FRONT-
From John Steinmann, now on the faculty of the Engineer School
at Ft. Belvoir, Va.: "The Drizzle" is really an achievement, Roz. You are
certainly deserving of thanks and congratulations from all of us in the
service for doing such a swell job. That goes for all your assistants.
You're bringing a lot of fun into the mails of a lot of boys and you can
bet they won't forget it. When you can get a compliment out of Whitey
("When-Do-We-Eat?") Hill, otherwise known as "The Swamp Banshee," you
can be sure it's good. Say, I was really surprised to hear that Art
Babler is now in the coast guard. I didn't even know that he had been
inducted into the armed forces until I read it in the Drizzle. Knowing
Art as I do, I would say that he entered the service in better physical
shape than most of us. My job here at Belvoir is quite an interesting one,
and certainly full time. I am the assistant course supervisor of the engineering
drafting course for enlisted men. We have from 500 to 600 new students
every 12 weeks. As assistant supervisor of the course, I am in charge of
the instruction, although I don't have to do any class instruction myself.
There are about 20 non-commissioned officers who do that. Recently I have
acquired another job which is part of the training program in combat subjects
that is given to all enlisted men in the school. The duties of the extra
job include four-hour lectures and demonstrations each week on chemical
warfare-poisonous gases. I want to use the next issue of the "Drizzle"
to send my best regards to all the lads in service. I've intended to write
to many of them, but since I've been in the army, one thing I'm always
short of is time. Keep them coming, Roz, and thanks, John." . From Dick
Schoonover, Camp Crowder, Mo.: "Am writing this in switchboard class
as I have just completed operating and have time to sneak-write a letter.
I'm just finishing two weeks on different types of army switchboards. We
tear 'em apart, build 'em up, hook them up, and operate them. The next
three weeks I'll be out in the field stringing wire through the Ozark Mts.
That's the final part of our specialized course in army wire communications.
My specialty is pole line construction. I spent the last month and a half
on top of 30 and 45-foot telephone poles constructing all types of telegraph
and telephone lines. Because of my "Swiss wheelbase," I spent most of the
time stretched out practically horizontal trying to "reach and tie" some
wire pegs out on the end of the cross arm. Most pole men are supposed to
be big men. I do alright on the weight, but on the stretch-I have to! Was
real happy to receive my second "Drizzle." Got a big kick out of seeing
that my "chancellor of the exchequer" and "Green county's director of internal
security" made the print. (The Drizzler interrupts to explain that here
Dick, of course, is referring to his father, the Hon. R. Henry Schoonover,
the county's guardian of law and order). Thanks again for the best and
longest reading in four months. Respectfully, Dick." . . From Leo Felts,
with the U. S. Marines and believed to be stationed in Cuba: "I certainly
want to thank you for sending me a copy of The Monticello Drizzle, I really
can't tell you how much it was appreciated. I surely agree with Leon
Babler when he said it was the best piece of "literature" he has read
since being in the service. Many times I have wondered where the boys that
I used to run around with and knew in Monticello were stationed. My problem
was surely solved today, thanks to you and the rest of your staff who put
out this fine paper. When I enlisted in the navy, I wanted to become a
gunner's mate, but they said no and sent me to the Navy's Medical School.
Now I am serving with the Marines. The reason for this is that the Marine
Corps has no medical corps and so it has to be furnished through the navy.
Please give my regards, and the best of luck to the rest of the boys in
service from that vicinity. My mind wanders back to Monticello a lot, and
your paper really brought great joy to my heart. Thank you again. Sincerely,
RAMBLING AT RANDOM-
Harris (Rusty) Wittenwyler's still at Fort Knox (Ky.) where there
are so many tanks and so much other machinery clanking around the place
he says he can't even hear himself think. Rusty has had some fine old visits
with "Al" Lauridsen, for some years a "prominent" citizen of Louisville.
In fact, he says they were fishing together recently and "Al" hooked a
four-pound bass. But, Rusty, you neglected to tell me the name of the fish
market where "Al" hooked his prize piece and also how much they charged
him per pound for it. Anyway, give my best regards to the former local
oil king and once-wizard of the Illinois Central's telegraphy system. .
. "Bob" Blumer, the former Main Street humorist and philosopher,
writes from England that it is "sure a pretty place over here" and also
that "The people are real nice to us. He inquires about "Doc" Horne,
O. D. Curtis, "Peg" Lynn, R. W. Woelffer, Bill
Blum, and "Yank" Niles. Says to say hello to all of them. Mentions,
too, that he hasn't heard from me in a long time. Well, Bob, there's three
different issues of The Drizzle apparently stranded along the way some
place. Probably in Iceland, your old camping grounds. Incidentally, I forgot
to mention what "Rusty" Wittenwyler had to say about you. Here it
is: "So Bob is in England. I'd sure like to tangle with him again. There
would be a lot of things done besides talking-you can bet on that." Is
Rusty right, or is he getting Rustier? . . From Fred G. Blum, the
Miami (Fla.) Marvel, we learn that his brother, Lieut. "Ot" Blum
is still in San Francisco, awaiting orders for service overseas-undoubtedly
in the Pacific theatre. He has now put in his required flying hours. "Ot",
who took a special course in aviation medicine, will be stationed at a
foreign air base, taking care of flying personnel. F. G. has some nice
things to say about the Drizzle which he saw over at "Ot's" home in Miami.
. Lieut. Ray (Burn-em-up) Burns writes: "Have changed my address
again so this will be my correct station for a while. We still are flying
B-26s, and I'll be the Bombardier and Navigator on the ship. Am taking
a hop to Havana tomorrow." Ray's stationed at Avon Park, Fla., now. . Writing
from Camp Gordon, Johnston, Fla., Emil Weigert, the former ace agriculturist
of Mt. Pleasant township, says: "This camp is right on the Gulf of Mexico
on the west coast of Florida. We are being trained for amphibian warfare
and if there is any place in the good old U. S. A. that has more swamp
and brushy jungles, I don't want to see it. We observed Regimental Day
this morning and the Colonel gave us a pep talk. He told us to talk as
little as possible about our training and whereabouts. He didn't say anything
for sure, but the way he spread it on, there is a strong possibility that
we may be "feeding the fish" before long. Well, I'm ready for anything."
Atta Boy, Emil! . . Warren Murphy is still at Camp Barkeley, Tex.,
where he has just been promoted to sergeant. "Seems funny," he says, "To
be called Sgt. Murphy after being addressed as corporal for so long." Then
he adds, "In a few minutes I must change clothes and go to work. Tonight,
I'm baking raisin cobbler cookies and biscuits. (They sound mighty good,
Warren). The cookies are to take the place of spice cake which I can't
make because we are out of spices and have no powdered sugar for icing.
It's quite a problem to try to bake in the army now because we are either
out of so much or don't have enough. I'll be looking for the next Drizzle."
. . From Corp. Paulus Roth, Camp Edwards, Mass.: "Certainly enjoyed
The Drizzle. Always like to get news from home. Am enclosing latest issue
of camp newspaper for your approval. Sgt. Joe Louis was here last
week; Secretary of War Stimson this week. Trust you will continue
The Drizzle since it is like a Camel to a soldier-gives him a lift." .
. Talk about your lucky hitchhikers! Staff Sgt. Carl Stauffer, formerly
known as the Blacksmith Black Ball, certainly is one of them. Returning
to the army air base at Hondo (Tex.) from a furlough home recently, Carl
rode as far as Chicago with Rev. L. E. Tooley, local minister. Then
a skip across the highway and into a truck for a 100-mile jaunt. A 10-minute
wait brought him a ride nearly to Springfield, Mo. As this car was refueling
at a gasoline station, another drove up headed for the Texas border and
Carl bounced into this one. His next ride took him direct to Dallas. After
that, his luck wasn't quite so good, but a total of only 13 rides took
him clear from Monticello to "good old Hondo" in much faster time than
he cares to tell.
THEY SAY IT'S A BIG OLD WORLD-
But it certainly shrinks in size in the light of incidents like these:
Pvt. George Wittwer, son of Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Wittwer,
who reside at the Grand Central Hotel here, has been stationed in Australia
for the past 20 months as a member of the 135th Medical Unit
from Madison. Incidentally, Major "Les" Weissmiller, M. H. S. '22,
belonged to this same outfit before it left the states and before "Les"
was sent down into the Caribbean area off the coast of South America. George
was standing in line for mess one day just a few weeks ago when someone
tapped him on the shoulder. Imagine his astonishment when he turned around
and discovered Louie Wyss, son of Mr. and Mrs. Alois Wyss,
proprietors of the Grand Central. Louie, whose letter to the Drizzler,
was picked apart in the Drizzle Discussion Department, has been in Australia
for about eight months. Both he and George belong to entirely different
outfits and they reached that country traveling widely divergent routes.
All of which reminds The Drizzler of the recent experiences of Lt. Paul
E. Voegeli, Monticello young man, who practiced law in New Glarus before
he left for the army. Paul is connected with the European Wing of the Air
Transport Command, and while he was stationed in England, he had a chance
meeting with Millard Tschudy, a New Glarus boy, also in the armed
services. Some time ago the honorable P. Emil was transferred to Scotland.
And here, while he was walking down the street, who should he meet but
Lt. Eddie Vollenwider, another New Glarus boy. Eddie belongs to
the U. S. Air Corps.
STRAIGHT FROM THE STRATOSPHERE-
The Drizzler can always look forward to an interesting letter from Sgt.
Wilbert A. Marty, tail gunner in a Flying Fortress (and how he does
love it!) now in the final stages of training at the U. S. army air base
at Rapid City, S. D. Here's Wilbert's latest: "Dear Roz: I can readily
see that it must have been quite a bit of work getting out a four-page
Drizzle, but the more, the better-for us, I mean. (Okay, Sarge, how does
six pages suit you). Our training here is practically completed and it
won't be long before we leave here. Time has gone terrifically fast, probably
because we have been pretty well occupied. Our squadron really has been
on the ball. We have dropped more bombs and engaged in more formation flying
than any of the other outfits. As a result some of the squadrons have been
borrowing our plane to catch up with us. Last Sunday we left here at 6
a. m. and flew to Minneapolis and back. It was a swell trip. The city looks
good from the air. The countryside with the numerous lakes, colored trees,
and brown corn fields was really beautiful. On the way back from Minneapolis
we hedge-hopped for half an hour fifty feet off the ground. Every time
we came to a telephone pole or a tree we had to climb to get over it. I've
never had so much fun since I've been flying. The weather here now is almost
perfect flying weather. They brought in six new B-26s here last week to
be used for tow-target ships. I've been trying to beg a ride in one of
them, but as yet I haven't succeeded. By rights, that is what I should
be in as I went to a B-25, B-26 gunnery school. This isn't taking anything
away from the B-17s as that is a plane of a different calibre. Those 26s
can really get out and go. A couple of weeks ago we bombed a roundhouse
and power plant at Omaha-with cameras, of course. On the way there, the
right outboard motor cut out and on the way back, the left inboard started
to throw oil and burned itself out. So we came in on two engines. We profited
by that experience. This letter is rather short, but outside of our steady
routine, not much has happened to write about. Keep Drizzlin'. Wilbert."
SHALL WE RAMBLE AT RANDOM AGAIN?-
All right, fellows, but I'm beginning to believe this Drizzle's drizzlin'
a little bit out of control. Here I am on page 5 and I'm not wound down
yet. . "Bud" Wirth, at Great Lakes since Sept. 17th,
is in "boot training" now. This in the navy is comparable to the army's
basic. Expects to finish it by Nov. 17th. Has been on guard
duty and battalion watch several times. Saw the Great Lakes-Ohio State
football game. "Of course, our team won," says Bud. He continues: "We marched
down the field between halves six abreast and our rows were about 3 ½
miles long. Never saw so many sailors. Passed my swimming test 100% so
feel good about it." Pvt. Joe Gmur, the former local tonsorial artist,
has arrived at the Marine Base in San Diego, Calif. He and Eddie Loeffel,
another Monticello product, share a tent with four other Marines. They
have received most of their equipment by this time and are now getting
their shots. Joe also reports that they are receiving plenty of good food.
. . John Streiff, Monticello's grocery prince and the last of this
trio of new inductees, left for Camp Grant yesterday afternoon. We expect
to have some news from John for the next issue. . . Lieut. Fritz and
Joyce Steinmann dropped us a line from Chicago: "Just a note to tell
you how much we enjoy reading The Drizzle and look forward to reading all
the news of everyone. I expect one of these week-ends we'll be able to
thank you in person. Are you still seeing the Wisconsin games? We hope
to take in a few of the home Bear games." . . From Camp Chaffee (Ark.)
Louie Ubert reports that he has a job driving a jeep, delivering
messages for one of the lieutenants. Expects soon, however, to go to a
school to prepare himself for leather and canvass work. It was really hot
down there this summer, Louie says-108 in the shade and he was in the hospital
for four days because of the heat. Another Green county boy, Charles
Dixon, Albany, who plays in the camp band, is also at Chaffee. They
are able to see each other about once a week." . . From Herb Burgy,
who of course isn't in the armed forces but is one of the old home town
faithfuls, comes some interesting news. After 14 years on the faculty of
the University of Illinois, "Herb" is now in our nation's capital where
he has a position in the Department of Interior as a regional geographer
on the board of geographical names. "About a week ago," he writes, "I ran
slam-bank into Lt. John Steinmann down town. He's out at Ft. Belvoir,
as you know. Today I just missed "Slim" Freitag, who was in the city on
one of his frequent business trips." A loyal "old-home-towner" if there
ever was one, "Slim" gets to Washington often in his capacity as
vice-president and general sales manager for Howard Aircraft of Chicago.
"Herb" adds this postscript to his letter: "I am actually going to write
Dr. Fred Hammerly one of these days. If you write first, forewarn
him!" Don't be too hasty, "Herb". I've had a letter coming from the Hollywood
specialist for so long, it'll have a heavy growth of beard on it by the
time I ever receive it. . . Eddie (The Machine Gunner) Zweifel leaves
today on his return to Fort Jackson (S. C. ) after about ten days at home.
Eddie spent considerable time in Madison. What doing? I'll give you one
guess! . . Betty Jane Woelffer left Thursday for Camp McCoy to become
an army nurse. She will have the rank of a second lieutenant . . Herman
E. (Shy) Theiler has received a promotion to mail specialist, second
class, in the post office of the naval air base at Banana River, Fla. He
received exceptionally high grades in the examination preceding the promotion.
. . Vernie Block arrived home a few days ago from his army camp
in California, having been honorably discharged because of poor vision.
He is considering enlistment in the merchant marine. . . Lt. Harvey
Trumpy, now a full-fledged army pilot, has arrived at the Hobbs (N.
M.) air base for training in flying heavy bombers after a furlough spent
mostly in Monroe. "Harv," who is looking fine and dandy, also spend considerable
time in Monticello renewing associations with the "bigger shots" of suburban
Jimtown where "hot air" circulates with undiminishing fury the year around.
. . "Al" Deppeler, after five days at home, is back in Golden (Col.)
studying at the School of Mines. . . Lt. (jg) Wilson Milbrandt has
returned to a Rhode Island naval training base after furloughing here and
in Madison. While in Madison he became acquainted for the first time with
his two-month-old daughter. . . What's this! Nearly "press-time" and no
letter from Whitey Hill! Why, the rascal! Suppose he's met another
dazzling blonde and she's monopolizing his time. Whitey's due soon at Ft.
Benning (Ga.) to begin officer's training.
NEWS NUGGETS FROM A JAP TRAPPER-
From far out in the southwest Pacific, Don Trickle, Monroe, formerly
of Monticello, writes: "I received the first copy of The Drizzle and found
it very interesting. Sure hope they continue coming. I have now been in
the army 22 months, 17 of them overseas. My first location was the Fiji
Islands where there were plenty of cocoanuts and fruit-which I sure miss
now. The natives there had long, black bushy hair. Then I was sent to Guadelcanal
and not long after to New Georgia Island. Here I saw action against the
Japs and I came through without a scratch. The Good Lord must have been
with me. The fight is all over and I am now resting a bit. I have my camera
with me so I have taken some pictures of New Georgia. Have collected many
souvenirs, some of which I have sent home. Among these are souvenirs of
the Japs. It is blackout time now so I must blow out my candle. Please
keep the Drizzle coming. Hope to be seeing you soon. Sincerely, Don." (Here's
hoping it'll be even sooner than that, Don! Awfully glad to hear from you
and we'll see that you get The Drizzle every month).
THE LAST ROUND-UP-
Ensign Wally Barlow returns Wednesday to Hutchinson (Kas.) air
base after 10 days here. Recently Wally's been check flying, giving aviation
cadets the final check-up to determine whether they really sprout wings
as real airmen-or don't! . . "Rusty" Wittenwyler pulled into home
port from Fort Knox Thursday on a 15-day furlough. MY SINCERE THANKS-For
all the nice things that have been said about The Drizzle. Don't forget
to reserve some orchids for Ruth Karlson for cutting the stencils;
(Ah, Roz, let's censor this. I enjoy my job very much; don't confuse typing
with that of professionals!-r.k.); Marion Hoesly and Betty Lewis
for addressing the envelopes, and Buddy Achtemeier, Diz Zimmerman,
Sunny and Gene Lynn, our mimeographing wizards. Thanks, too,
to Jack Steinmann, Fred Steinmann, Wendell Barlow, and "Doc"
Horne for contributions to relieve The Drizzler of part of the expense
in "publishing" The Drizzle. AND SO-This Drizzle drizzles into a drip.
The next few months the nights at my typewriter will be absorbed by other
"projects" but we'll squeeze in three or four-pages each month. In the
meantime, You Keep Smiling and We'll Keep Drizzling. So long, and Loads