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.
GET SETTLED IN YOUR SEATS, YOU WACS AND WARRIORS-
Because here's The Drizzler again, all poised for the kick-off with
another big batch of interesting news about your buddies in various parts
of the United States and throughout the world. Interesting news and views
from such distant lands as New Guinea, the Marshall Islands, England, Wales,
Northern Ireland, Italy, Cuba, and Battleships in the Pacific.
HOW 'BOUT WARMING UP BY RAMBLING AT RANDOM?-
So it's all right with all of you lads and lassies. Okay, then, hold
onto your hats because here we go: Ensign Edwin Klassy, aboard the
U.S.S. Williamson somewhere in the Pacific, recently had a dandy surprise,
meeting up with a very good friend of his from Colby, Wis., where "Ed"
was Smith-Hughes agricultural instructor in the high school before his
induction into the armed services. "It was one of those chances in a million,"
he writes, "That our ships would put in at the same port at the same time.
Keppel is the chap's name, and since he is an engineering officer and also
on a destroyer, he has quite a job on his hands. He makes the third person
I've met from back home since leaving there. Jim and Helen Knoblauch
back in San Diego and now Keppel out here. If such meetings could be arranged
a bit more often, it sure would be nice. If these censors would let up
a little, one could write some very interesting letters, but as it is,
about all we can write is of a very general nature." . . Writing from Somewhere
in Scotland, Capt. P. Emil Voegeli, former fancy-feed legal counselor
for the far-flung Haddinger-Dick transportation Trust, says: "I have one
criticism of your paper that I am sure some of the other fellows will agree
with. It is the title, Roz. "Drizzle" is a word many of us have really
learned to dislike. I would like to suggest "Sunshine," or, if you must
get people wet, something like "Snow Drift." (Ah, but Paul, isn't it nice
to expect to be drenched by another drizzle and then wind up in a burst
of sunshine or land in a snow drift, instead?) . . Sgt. Melvin Marty,
who is with Co. A of the 8th Infantry, Somewhere in England,
reports that the farmers over there already have their crops in-that they
don't waste any land and farm every bit of it. The roads are good in England,
but even the main roads are narrow. Melvin says that he was surprised to
learn that Leonard Felts is also stationed in England and he doubts
if he'll get to see his brother, Staff Sgt. Wilbert Marty, because
his outfit doesn't get any time off. . . From far-away New Guinea comes
a few lines from Lt. O. S. Blum, who had just received another issue
of the Drizzle which caused him to reflect that so many of the boys who
are doing such a good job in this war were just youngsters in their teens
when I left Monticello. Believe I'm about due to move up where there will
be some action, I still haven't seen any. By the way, I wonder where Prof.
W. J. Urben is now?" (You're referring to "Walt, the Wildcat," of course,
aren't you, Ott? He's still state director of the division of mental hygiene.
For the first time in a month, Walt was in the office the other day on
one of his famous in-and-out-of-the-door-in-a-minute visits. He had been
out to the farm, presumably to give the cows and chickens a peppery little
pep talk on production. This is going way astray of the subject, Ott, but
you must remember "Beebo," that professor's little son who amused
you no end with his antics one fall when we were in our early years at
the university. He couldn't have been over three or four years old then.
It is nearly a year ago that I noticed in the Madison newspapers that "Beebo,"
then in the army had given his life for our country-killed in action, I
believe, in the North African campaign. I meant to send you the clipping
at the time, but it slipped my mind. Yes, little "Beebo" died-so
that his country might live. . . After 38 months in the service, Sgt.
Perry Janes is back in Monticello, having received a medical discharge
from the army. Recently Perry had again been receiving treatment for skin
infection at Ashburn General Hospital, McKinney, Texas, where, it is safe
to assume, Lt. "Bo" Woelffer still reigns supreme as the idol of
the army nurses' corps. Nineteen months of Perry's service were spent in
the Southwest Pacific mostly in New Zealand and the Fiji Islands. He was
with a Field Artillery Battalion.
STRAIGHT FROM THE STRATOSPHERE-
From Staff Sergeant Wilbert Marty, who is tail gunner on a Flying
Fortress and now has many missions over Europe to his credit: "Dear Roz:
Whom should I meet on the field the other day but old "Fizzletop"-Leon
Babler. He has been transferred to my base. A couple of nights later
we got together and had a good old gab-fest. Everything from incidents
on missions to the basketball team of 1938-39. Gee, it sure was swell.
Same old Leon-hasn't changed a bit. The old routine hasn't changed, either.
All I can say is read the newspapers and note where the (deleted by censor,
but it looks like "Forts" to the Drizzler) are going. Got a clipping from
home stating that my closest friend at Whitewater State Teachers college
is a German prisoner of war. He was a pilot of a Fort-only 19 years old.
Feels good to know he is safe. Say, Roz, I wish you could meet our ground
crew. Boy, are they a swell bunch of guys. They'll go all out for you.
Every once in a while you read an article about ground crews, but it's
just a drop in the bucket compared to the space and recognition they should
get. I sure envy these fighter pilots over here. Boy, some of those fellows
are really "Hot Rocks." Every now and then I get a chance to talk to one
of them. It's really a pleasure to listen to those guys. They have told
me, too, that they respect us for what we go through. You've probably read
about these pilots over here-Mahurin, Johnson, and Brown-to
name a few. Spring is rolling around and we have been shagging flies at
every spare moment. Last Sunday, the E. M.s of our barracks played the
officers of our crews in softball. We won, 14-13, in the last of the seventh.
The medic captain from our squad played with the officers. What a slugger!
All for now. Sincerely, Wilbert." (But, Wilbert, you neglected to say what
Marty, the Mighty Mauler, did at the plate? Seems to me it must have been
you who broke up the game in the last of the seventh with a "Babe Ruthless"
drive over the center field fence. By the way, Sarge, how d'you suppose
your old side-kick, Staff Sgt. "Cec" Wirth is faring with those
dusky damsels of the Southwest Pacific? How 'bout it, Cec? Or are you yearning
for a little social jaunt up into Mount Vernon or over around Blanchardville?
What's that? You bet I've got a good memory.)
NEWS FROM THE PEN 'N' PENCIL FRONT-
An extremely interesting letter from Lt. John Steinmann, Fort
Belvoir, Va., who tells of his various duties on the faculty of the engineering
school and also gives much fascinating historical data about the Fort and
the surrounding area. "Being as close to Washington as we are (16 miles)
," says John, "Our program is constantly subjected to diversion in the
way of inspections by officers of high rank, visits by celebrities-several
movie stars have been through our classrooms-and visits by foreign officers
who are sent here to study American methods. Yesterday 16 Brazilian officers
were here. In the past few months, officers from Brazil, Bolivia, Argentina,
Holland, Mexico, and England have all been conducted through our courses
on instruction inspection tours. According to The Messenger, Paul Voegeli
and Leon Babler are up for congratulations-Paul on his promotion
to captain and Leon on his Air Medal and Oak Leaf Cluster. Wilbert Marty
is also to be congratulated on his promotion to Staff Sergeant. Both he
and Leon have probably completed their 25th missions by now-which
alone makes them worthy of the best this country has to offer. Include
my good word to them along with yours in the next Drizzle, Roz. That goes
for all the boys from home with whom I've lost contact. That town is really
going to be some place when we all get back. It's really going to look
good to us." (Thanks, John, for your generous praise of the Drizzle. It's
swell to know you think it's so swell!) . . From Pfc. Emil Weigert,
Co. D, 1st Bn., 8th Inf., Somewhere in England: "Hi,
Roz: See by the Drizzle a lot of us are winding up over here, but haven't
met any of the boys yet. I sure would like to meet one of the old-timers-like
"Bob" Blumer-who could give me a few tips. (Imagine Bob's the guy
that could do it, Emil.) Feeling swell. Plenty to eat and army routine
gives us plenty of exercise. In our spare time we try to build up better
relations with our English neighbors-if you get what I mean. But I sure
would like a good bottle of Budweiser for a change. Happy Easter. Emil
(Hope you get that Budweiser, Emil, and I'm wondering if you ever got that
"shot" of Kessler's you were thirsting for in the last Drizzle. Here's
a tip to Emil's superior officer: Make sure that Emil gets a few snorts
of Kessler's and a couple bottles of Budweiser right at invasion time and
the war'll be as good as over because then Emil'll be a Battling Bearcat
Bound for Berlin! . . Sgt. Carl J. (Jake the Joker) Dick, with the
348th Station Hospital near Cardiff, Wales, writes that during
the past winter they have had frost only a few times, and that because
of the golf stream, the temperature changes very little. Says C. J. : "It
remains light until after 8 o'clock now. I am told that in summer darkness
does not come 'til 10:30 or 11 o'clock. Last Saturday afternoon four of
us from the office walked to a village nearby (name scissored by censor.)
This village is situated in a valley, a small river passes through, and
an old canal that hasn't been in use for a long time, is still in evidence.
On the crest of a high hill overlooking the town is-that's right-a beautiful
little castle. The whole thing presents a story-book appearance. While
not a real large one, this castle is still quite a building. The towers
are about 100 feet high and the entire structure covers more ground than
the school house. From a native we learned that Oliver Cromwell laid siege
to this castle and one of his cannons placed on a spot near the canal blew
part of the largest tower apart. This was rebuilt and now the castle is
in a perfect state of repair. The original castle dates back to the days
of the Romans and a five-mile escape tunnel still remains."
A REPORTER'S REPORT ON THE ROYALISTS OF ROMANCE-
To all you lads from the old home town who are so widely scattered throughout
the universe, this tidbit of society news will undoubtedly come to you
as a thunderbolt out of the blue. Sir Walter Haddinger, famous locally
for his humor, sportsmanship, snappy haberdashery, and high standing among
the captains of capitalism, has toppled from his lofty perch atop the pedestal
of bachelorhood with a resounding thud. This is not mere fluff, boys. It's
the McCoy, straight from the trusty typewriter of that famed diagnostician
of masculine heart afflictions, Lt. Wallie Barlow, recently transferred
back to the Naval Air training Station at Glenview, Ill., from Hutchinson,
Kansas, where he had been situated for several months. Wallie got a glimpse
of this gorgeous bundle of feminine pulchritude when he and Walt were playing
a friendly little game of pool in Sophie Wyss's Sports Emporium
on a recent week-end. The game was moving along beautifully with Walter
uncorking one sensational shot after another. At this point, however-says
Wallie-in strolls little (?) Eleanor, and right at that very moment,
Walt went completely to pieces. In fact, he couldn't have hit his cue ball
with a tennis racket. And surely there is no surer sign of love-real, solid,
substantial, undiluted love-than that. For more inside information on this
rapidly blossoming romance, contact the naval lieutenant at Glenview. I'm
sure he'll give it to you with plenty of enlightening embellishments thrown
in for good measure. . . Incidentally, Wally is now at work trying to chase
away the secrecy which shrouds the latest love affair of Lt. R. W. (Bo)
Woelffer, Jr., a romance which is still wrapped in much mystery because
"Junior" continues to huddle behind a wall of silence (or nurses) in the
Ashburn General Hospital down at McKinney, Texas, refusing to even as much
as recognize the repeated inquiries concerning the identity of his lucky
little lump of loveliness which The Drizzler has shot in his direction.
It may take Wallie some time to get to the bottom of this affair, but be
patient, boys, because I'm sure he'll get there eventually. . . Latest
press dispatches from New Haven, Conn., state that although it is now over
three weeks since Erwin (King) Kissling has been gone from the Yale
campus, the thick, tear-drenched pall of gloom which settled over Yale's
sorority row immediately after The King's departure, has barely commenced
to lift. . . Paging Art (Slug) Babler, the United States Coast Guardsman
at Atlantic City, N. J. Make sure that you're set, Art, because I shall
expect you to give me the correct answer to this $64 question. Here it
is: If C. J. Dick, Monticello's Prince of Wales, should ever ascend
the royal throne, do you think that he, too-like former King Eddie-would
renounce it for his lady love??? (Please don't glower at me like that,
C. J. I really didn't mean it-just sorta slipped out.) Remember, Art, this
is a $64 question. If you win, please collect the money from Whitey Hill.
You know-he's always so loose with his money, anyway. . . have any of you
fellows heard of the nice little "friendship" Staff Sgt. Wilbert Marty,
the ol' tail-gunner himself, has struck up with an English gal? And, boys,
is she ever a peach! How do I know? Well, her name is Margaret
LET'S HAVE ANOTHER RAMBLE AT RANDOM-
Walter Zentner, MM 2/c, who is aboard a destroyer in the Pacific,
has high praise for his ship and also for the chow they get on board. It's
almost like home, Walt says, except that when you go for a walk you can
walk as long as you like but not as far as you like-otherwise you might
find yourself swimming. Walt's worst experience since he's been in the
navy was getting some wisdom teeth pulled. . . "Bud" Wirth, former
interne in the H. L. Karlen & Sons auto repair hospital and
now also in the navy, is apparently in the Hawaiian Islands-or was the
last time he was heard from-because he speaks of trying to locate Herman
Baebler, another Monticello boy, who is employed in the naval yards
at Pearl Harbor. . . Joe Gmur, the erstwhile local whisker king-hopes
a "y" isn't substituted for the "r" in the final copy-writes from the Marine
Corps Air Depot at San Diego, says he appreciates the Drizzle very much.
"There isn't much to say about this place," states Joe, "Because all I
do is barber at the P. X. shop. I'll be there until I join an active squadron.
Out of 27 barbers there are 14 left and they'll take six more in a few
days. Looks like they'll keep us older fellows 'til last." . . From far
out in the Southwest Pacific, Eddie Loeffel of the United States
Marines, pens these lines: "Hi Roz: It sure was a surprise to get The Drizzle
way out here. It sure is wonderful to read about friends all over the world.
I never knew where half the fellows were. It sure is great to get The Drizzle.
Yes, I was at the Marshall Islands, but we only stayed there for three
days. Then we went back aboard ship and came to this rest camp. I can't
tell you where it's situated or its name. All it does is rain. So we have
been resting because they can't drill us in the mud. When we hit the Marshall's
I was with an explosives squad. Now I am getting a B. A. R. rifle. So my
work has changed. Our rest camp is nice. I weigh about 210. Not bad. All
I do is eat and sleep. Soon time for taps again. Thanks a lot for The Drizzle
way out here. A friend, Eddie." . . and here the Drizzler is way down to
here and it's just dawned on me that I haven't thanked those of you who
have included congratulations in your letters over the arrival of the new
daughter, Ronda Kay, born March 11. She's a little dandy. Ronda
Kay weighed 7 pounds, 15 ½ ounces at birth and I'm still
just a little bit provoked at the young lady for not having taken a deep
breath right at the right time and made it an even 8 pounds. We're having
a regular circus at our house now, watching big sister, Rosanda Rae,
who was four years old April Fool's day, take charge of things. . . Pvt.
Leonard D. Felts, Band Det., 360th Eng. Regt., breaks into
the Drizzle for the first time with an acknowledgment of his first copy.
Says Len: "It brought back many memories to me. I'll have to be looking
around for some of the old gang here in England. I get around some over
here playing in the band. Well, Roz, I am not much of a letter writer so
will close for this time. Was very pleased to receive The Drizzle. Will
be waiting for the next issue to come drizzling down my way." . . And here
we have a letter from Len's "little" brother, Leo, PhM2c, USNR,
USMC, base in Cuba: " A few lines to thank you for the March Drizzle. I
was certainly looking forward to it and each and every word was truly enjoyed.
I have been doing quite a bit of swimming and golfing during my spare time.
We get plenty of liberty, but I'm afraid it would cause quite a bit of
suffering for most of those Monticello Romeo's unless they are up on their
Spanish and have had plenty of experience with the company of a chaperone.
(What a bea-oooti-ful spot for Whitey Hill! Come to think about it, though,
he'd get by somehow.) Saw Bob Hope and his radio performers last
Sunday. The encores really had Francis Langford holding the microphone.
Wonder why? Have to go on patrol in a few minutes so I had better cut it.
My regards to all! Adios, Leo." . . Roger Klassy, with the Navy
V-12 Unit at St. Mary's College, Winona, Minn., says he's not as lucky
as King Kissling was because that school is not co-ed. "Our life
isn't too bad, but the study hours seem to be too short for the amount
of studying to be done. We get up at six and hit the sack at ten except
on week-ends when taps are at eleven. Good luck to the Drizzler and his
Drizzle." . . Royal Voegeli, enrolled in a similar naval course
at Gustavus Adolphus College, St. Peter, Minn., reports that he finds school
much the same as Roger-quite a bit harder than the U. W. with more subjects
and less time to study. Most of the free periods during the day are devoted
to drill and calisthenics. . . Camp Pickett, Va., doesn't appeal very much
to Erwin (King) Kissling, Co. (indecipherable) , 309th
Infantry, but little wonder after several months as the toast of the co-eds
at Yale University. "This division," says Boob, "Just came off of the Tennessee
maneuvers and they beat the dickens out of the 106th. Ask Eddie
about that! Oh, yes, April 10th is the start of our training
and we get five months of it! Must close. Be good and I'll try." . . Lt.
Betty Jane Woelffer is now stationed at Ft. Jackson, S. C. Enroute
there, she and other nurses had a 4 ½ -hour stop-over in New
Orleans and visited the French quarter. "Everything was so interesting,"
says Betty, "that the time went too fast. Some sailors even gave us a ride
in a landing barge-it sure was fun." We're mighty sorry to hear that Betty
has been hospitalized for more than the past week due to severe headaches
and here's hoping, B. J., that you'll soon be feeling fit as a fiddle again.
. . Norma (Prexy) Freitag, until recently in the cardiology department
at the Wisconsin General hospital and now employed in a similar position
on a vast DuPont project near Hanford, Wash., asked to be remembered with
a Drizzle each month. "Now that I am out here and can see what I am doing,"
writes Norma, "I feel as eligible as the boys in Texas, Africa, and other
places. I might add I also feel like I am living on the desert in North
Africa instead of the state of Washington." We're very happy to place your
name on our list, Norma, and we hope you enjoy every issue of The Drizzle.
. . Pvt. Morgan Phillips, with a Tank Destroyer Battalion at Camp
Maxey, Texas, may be on his way across by this time. Morgan sent the Drizzler
the insignia of his outfit, suggested that the rest of the boys do likewise
with the thought that they be sewed onto something or fixed up in some
way. Sounds like a fine idea. What do the rest of you fellows think of
it? . . Pvt. Robert (Zoom) Blumer, whom the gals of Northern Ireland
are constantly serenading with that famous old ballad, "My Wild Irish Rose,"
sends The Drizzler these pointed observations: "Well, I 'spose the force
there at the post office, including yourself, will go "Dewey" this fall.
How's Jimmy Lobbs? Wish I had one of his Baby Beef hamburgers and
a good cup of coffee. How's Yolanda? Still able to boil water without
burning it? How's "the Bake" these days? I suppose Leon, the Chevrolet
Kid, from 68th and Cottage Grove, is right on the ball these
days? Wish I could drop in on Herr Kubly at the Bucket of Blood.
Imagine he still pitches one every now and then, along with Sonny Boy,
the type-setter. Imagine H. A. Walters will soon be putting the
swimming pool in trim for the local flying fish. Good thing I made use
of it while I was there." . . Sgt. Warren Murphy, Camp Barkeley,
Texas, former famous understudy of the equally famous J. Pierpont Lobbs,
the local "Ketchup King" predicts that now that Whitey Hill's a
lieutenant those dolls just never will leave him alone. "Murph" is now
on a 17-day bivouac and he's not too keen about it. Says that when he got
the last Drizzle, "I just flopped on my bed and devoured every bit of it."
. . Tommy Brusveen, stationed in England, hopes to meet a few of
the numerous Monticello boys also there. Tommy and a buddy enjoy many of
the comforts of home, staying in the living room of a nice residence equipped
with gas heater, R. C. A. radio and record player, 3 easy chairs, davenport
which they use for a bed, piano, table, and writing desk. . . Lt. Leon
Babler, navigator on a flying Fort based in England, writes briefly
that nothing unusual has happened since his last letter, that the food
is good there-even got fresh eggs and ice cream occasionally. Also says
"We have a very nice club that sports an old American type bar, record
players, radios, and many other types of entertainment." . . Corp. Paulus
Roth, Camp Edwards, Mass., has been transferred to the Enlisted Cadre
Pool where he works in the personnel office. His future assignment is uncertain.
May be sent out on cadre as a fire control man or as an administrative
personnel non-com. Recently cracked two ribs on the obstacle course, but
is feeling 100% now. Paulus asks to be remembered to all Drizzle readers.
MORE NEWS FROM THE PEN 'N' PENCIL FRONT-
Lt. Howie Steinmann, USMC, Camp Pendleton, Calif., tells of the
grand trip he and Gladys had motoring from Washington, D. C., to the west
coast. Then Howie says: "Roz, you can tell Betty Woelffer for me
that she can have all of Yuma, Ariz. (How about it, Betty, you gonna take
it?) We passed thru Yuma and we were anchored there for 6 hours trying
to get a flat tire fixed. What a town to be held up in by a tire. I imagine
it has its good points, but I never saw them. Well, Roz, that's all from
here for now. I imagine Lt. Hill gives you all the dope for your "Society
and Love-Lorn Page" so all this Hollywood gossip would seem mild in comparison.
I'll send weather reports-O.K.?" (No, Howie, we'll leave that to the California
chambers of commerce. Remember, Whitey Hill operates on a national
scale. If you hear anything about his social activities out there, let's
have it.) . . From Capt. Norman Steussy, Somewhere in Italy: "Dear
Roz: I want to congratulate you and your wife on the new arrival at your
house. I notice the stork brought you a little "Wac" or "Wave," just as
he did us last September. (Looks as tho we're both in the same boat-without
any Skipper-doesn't it, Norman?) While I write this, I am sitting in my
tent eating peanuts and drinking a bottle of Scotch ale. Isn't much to
say about this country. Hope another Drizzle will catch up with me soon."
. . From Vincent Gerry, also Somewhere in England: "Sure is great
to receive The Drizzle. Just back on duty after several weeks in a hospital.
Suppose you know I am in a parachute outfit and I sure like it. It's a
great privilege to be in this branch of the service even tho it is pretty
dangerous. Wish I could see some of the boys from home I used to play ball
with-Leon Babler, Wilbert and Mel Marty, and "Bo" Woelffer-to
name a few of them. When Harris Babler said, "Sweat it out," I know
just what he means. That's what we do every time we go up until they say,
"Stand up and hook up." Then one feels at home. You really have an awful
feeling tumbling head over heels in midair, but when your chute opens,
you just want to shout with joy. Must close. God bless all the boys and
Roz. Your friend, Vincent."
THOSE LOVERS OF THE 'LEUTIANS AND THE LOUISIANA LAGOONS LET LOOSE AGAIN-
Lt. Hoppe Babler blasts back at "Doc" Youngreen for his
aspersions anent his billiard ball wizardry: "I can't endure the assault
of "slings and arrows" from that old dispenser of "sneaky Pete"-H. (Doc)
Youngreen. You know, Roz, some people are never satisfied and this
so-called wearer of "the Caduceus"-Youngreen--says his New Year was totally
lacking in garnishments. Since the Doc is an old hand at the dispensing
art and inasmuch as all medics have easy access to the G. I. supply-well,
it just doesn't add up. Who does he think he's kidding? Spent most of the
winter entertaining visiting movie queens such as Ingrid, M. O'Driscoll,
and Olivia de Havilland." (Come, come, Hoppe, please remember Whitey
Hill reads The Drizzle, too. How he'll long for the Aleutians now!)
. . And now God's gift to the girls-Whitey himself-speaks: "Dear Drizzle
plus 1: Well, how about a cigar, Roz? (You're a little young to be smoking
cigars, Whitey. Wait until you're a little older and I'll buy you one-maybe.)
Congratulations. Looks like you're trying to raise cheer leaders. How about
a quarterback? (What's the use of raising quarterbacks: Stuhldreher calls
all the signals from the bench, anyway.) Not much coming out of me this
month-never known myself to be so reticent. Eats are good here. Might even
get a steak now and then. Saw a honey-I mean steak-in Temple the other
night. One plate wouldn't have held it. What sort of an excuse has Becker
dug up for the misfortune that befell him at the Brodhead tournament? I'll
bet it's a dandy story. (There was a report that "Beck" jumped off the
Main Street bridge the night of the debacle. I don't know who could have
started such a vicious rumor. Oh, that's right. I just happened to think.
I guess I did.) Have to ring off. Keep 'em coming-The Drizzle, too, Whitey."
MY SINCERE THANKS-
To these Drizzle donors: Robert F. (Bob) Marty, Monroe; Connie
Stauffacher, Fred Stauffacher, Nathan Crouch, Dr. Baebler, H. J. Elmer,
Glenn Zimmerman, Emma Marty, Irene Marty, Fannie G. Benkert, Fred Escher,
Mrs. John Streiff, Dr. Horne, Casper Blum, Mrs. Harry Edwards, Albany,
and Dr B. L. Clarke.
THE LAST ROUND-UP-
Awfully sorry to have had to boil so many of your letters so drastically,
but the last three pages have been a struggle for space. Just in "over
the wires!" A flash from Emil Weigert in England. Emil's rarin'
to go, itchin' for the invasion to start, and he says that when the Yanks
land in France, they'll make it so hot for Hitler, he'll think Hell
is just a side-show! S'Long for now. And in the meantime, here's tons of
the very best of luck to each and every one of you!!