The Electra Star (Electra, Tex.), Vol. 25, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 4, 1945 Page: 7 of 8
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My problem began as soon as I
arrived. What was I going’ to do
with my telescope while I went to
look for a job? There must have
been a checkroom, but I did not
know what it was for. I solved this
problem which had suddenly jumped
up before me, by looking around for
a grocery, store, for a grocery store
was a sort of club for farmers;
where they met and visited and left
their packages and parcels and chil-
dren. I found one and asked a
man, who seemed to be the owner, if
I could leave my telescope. He stud-
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It was unheated, so we shaved in
cold water.
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At the moment our troops are
bivouacked for miles around each
of three large centers of occupa-
tion — Casablanca, Oran and Al-
giers. They are consolidating, fitting
in replacements, making repairs—
spending a few days taking a deep
breath before moving on to other
theaters of action.
They are camped in every con-
ceivable way. In the city of Oran
some are billeted in office buidings,
hotels and garages. Some are camp-
ing in parks and big, vacant lots
on the edge of town. Some are miles
away, out in the country, living on
treeless stretches of prairie.
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Villager's Interest IV as
Not of an Earthly Sort
The stranger visiting the little
town was staying at the local ho-
tel. Feeling a bit lonesome, he
j sought to strike up a conversation
get around to writing one of those.” (
I looked at the girls tripping along
and wished I knew one. Sometimes
I tried to strike up acquaintance,
but I was so shy I was usually put
off at the first rebuff.
At last the lonesome summer was
over, and I got on the train. Faith-
ful Pa was at the depot, shook hands
with me and said, ‘Til carry your
grip,” and picked up the telescope
with the mouse hole in the corner.
As we jogged home. 1 told him
about my work; now and then he
hinted—was I satisfied with that way
of earning a living? He had ’'turned”
the hogs, he said, and told how much
he had got. There had been plenty
of rain; farming conditions were
good But things hadn’t gone so
well with Mr. Knabb. He had hoof-
rot. It was all interesting to me;
every detail. I
Ma came out to meet us, looking
frailer than when I had seen her
last; one shoulder blade turned out
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Now that the first phase Is over,
a new jubilance has come over the
troops There is a confidence and
enthusiasm among them that didn t
exist in England, even though mor-
ale was high there. They were im-
pdtR.it to get started and get it
over, and now that they've started
and feel sort of like veterans, they
are eager to sweep on through.
That first night of landing, when
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seys and crepes are favorites this
year. They should be laid away
.when not in use and not hung from
hangers or hooks, because even
dtheir own weight v<ill distort them.
I was be-
and started to town along the road I
had traveled four years on old Dave.
As we .drove along/Pa told me how
I must guard myself in the city. St.
Joe was full of men who would steal
every penny they could see. Every-
body would try to take advantage of
me. But he never mentioned wom-
en. And Ma did only once, and that
was when we were alone for a mo-
ment on the depot platform. “Ho-
mer, I am going to pray you won’t
have anything to do with bad girls.”
Pa stood holding the telescope and
Ma stood with her arm around me.
The train thundered in.
Ma kissed -me and whispered,
“Don’t forget what I said.”
Pa handed up the telescope.
“Write whenever you can, Homer.”
I leaned over and looked back and
there they stood as far as I could
see. ...
worst trouble
was a lack of hot
water. British
standards of sani-
tation are so dif-
ferent from ours
that the contrast
is sometimes
shocking. The
water for wash-
was
and
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’ -“Put out that light, you blankety-
blank blank! Haven’t you got any
sense at all?”
Then I realized he meant every
word of it. One little light might
have killed us all I was sorry he
didn’t kick her pants for good
measure.
Smoking was prohibited in the din-
ing room. There was a bar with soft
drinks, but no liquor was sold. As
someone wisecracked, “We catch it
both ways. We can’t smoke because
it’s a British ship, and we can’t
buy liquor because it’s an Ameri-
can trooper.”
GIs Show Talent.
The trip no sooner started than
rehearsals for an enlisted men’s
variety show began. They dug up
an accordionist, a saxophonist, a
trumpeter, a violinist, two banjo
players, a dancer, a tenor, a cow-
boy singer and several pianists.
They rehearsed every afternoon.
The big night came a couple of
nights before we got to Gibraltar.
They put on two shows that night,
for the enlisted men only. Word got
around, and the officers and nurses
wanted to see the show, so the night
we were approaching Gibraltar they
put it on again.
The show went over terrifically.
There was genuine talent in it, and
serious music as well as the whiz-
bang stuff. But the hero of the eve-
ning was a hairy corporal—Joe
Comita of Brooklyn—who did a
strip-tease burlesque of Gypsy Rose
Lee.
His movements were pure genius.
Gypsy herself couldn’t have been
more sensuous. Joe twirled and
stripped, twirled and stripped. And
then when he was down to his
long, heavy GI underwear he swung
to the front of the stage, lifted his
veil, and kissed a front-row colonel
on top of his bald head.
The whole show was marvelously
good. But there was something
more to it than just that: There was
the knowledge, deep in everybody’s
mind, that this was our night of
danger.
The radio had just brought word
that Germany’s entire U-boat pack
was concentrated in the approaches
We correspondents knew where
we were going. Some of the. officers
knew, and the rest could guess.
But some of the soldiers thought we
were going to Russia over the Mur-
mansk route, and some thought it
was Norway, and some Iceland. A
few sincerely believed we were re-
turning to America. It wasn't until
the fifth day out, when the army
distributed booklets on how to4 con-
duct ourselves in.North Africa/that
everybody knew where we were
-going.
The troops were warned about
smoking or using flashlights
on deck at night, and against
throwing cigarets or orange
peels overboard. It seems a sub
commander can spot a convoy,
hours after it has passed, by
susu floating debris.
Jne night a nurse came on deck
dth a brilliant flashlight guiding
er^An officer screamed at her—so
iudly and viciously that I thought
»;• first hie was doing it in fun. He
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Taken to War Like ■
Slaves, GIs Stage Gala Show
American Soldiers Were Quick
To Adjust Themselves to Algeria
It was a miserable English day
■when we sailed—cold, with a driv-
ing rain. Most of us just lay In our
bunks, indifferent even to the tradi-
tional last glance at land.
The ship seemed terribly crowded,
and some complained bitterly of the
| food, and didn’t eat for days., The
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As far as possible all windows
iri a house should have a similar
appearance from the outside; if
the draperies hang straight, sheer
Ma’s letters—always ended the same curtains used with them should
way: “Your father sends regards.”
One day, after I had been work-
ing about a month, I came to my
desk and there, on my Oliver type-
writer, was an envelope with my
name written in heavy pencil. In-
side was a sheet of copy paper type-
written with this sentence on it
“As of Thursday, the Gazette will
have to dispense with your serv- i
ices.”
The bitterness was almost over-
whelming. I went out on the street
*» • • • I lend ‘“a subtte7^nc“e‘ to“bod7
When I came back, I went to the ( and clothes,
city editor and asked why. I found
then, that it had not been my work
after all. The star reporter had had ' finishing nail into hardwood with-
a better offer and to hold him they
would have to pay him more mon-
ey and cut down elsewhere. I was
the elsewhere.
I went to the Press (now the St.
Joseph News-Press) and succeeded
in getting a job. I wrote home that
I was now working on another paper
and received a letter from Ma which
said “Pa says he is glad you could
better yourself.”
One day I brought in a copy of
Puck with a piece of mine in it, and
proudly showed it to the city editor.
He read it and said “Well, I must
The American soldier is quick in
adapting himself to a new mode of
living. Outfits which have been here
only three days have dug vast net-
works of ditches three feet deep in
the bare brown earth. They have
rigged up a light here and there
with a storage battery. They have
gathered ^boards, andmade floors : distance of about thirty miles.
| It hurt my father when I told him
I wanted to go to St. Joseph and
try to get a job. Why did I want to
go off and leave our good farm?
| It pained me to insist, but there
1 was that inner urge to do the kind of
work I wanted to do. And Pa was
pained, too. Never had a Croy, or a
Sewell for that matter, wanted to
leave the land. But finally he said
he would not “hold out.”
When v>e went to get the family
telescope, there was a hole in the
corner. A telescope. I must explain,
v.as made of two pieces. The top
of one fitted over the other, like a
pillbox lid. Around the middle was
a single leather strap, and there was
a handle. Some way or other a
mouse had been trapped and had
gnawed its way to freedom. ”1
| wish you didn't have to go off to the
With the secrecy of youth, I said
nothing to anyone. Even when Ma
asked me how I liked the city boys
and girls I said, All right. I had no
friends, yet I liked people and
yearned ~ desperately to make
friends.
I wore shoes, except in stormy
weather when I wore boots, as I did
on the farm. One morning, as I
was saddling Dave, he bumped my
foot. That day at school my foot
was sore and I quietly slipped off
my boot. “Colonel” Cox, who sat
behind me, saw that I had it off
and got it away from me. In a
few minutes the teacher told me to
come to the board and explain some-
thing. I said I didn’t know how, but
she told me to come and try. I
limped up, one boot on, one boot
off ... a humiliating moment.
People were • fascinating to me.
But I had seen very few, only our
relatives and neighbors; now sud-
denly there was a whole new world.
I listened to the students recite, in-
trigued far more by them than by
what they were saying. I would
discover some item of interest about
one of the students; the next day I
would discover something else. Ev-
ery day I added to my collection of
facts about each student. No longer
were they a formless horde, all lined
up against me, each was an indi-
vidual; each had traits and charac-
teristics a* good deal like my Knabb
neighbors. The discovery just about
floored me.
I began to feel a bit more at home
and made a few shy advances, so
stimulating were people to me. Lit-
tle by little -I accumulated a few
friends, like a tree making rings. I
pulled up out of the areaway and
began taking my lunch to the’school-
yard and eating it on a bench. Some-
times some of the very boys I had
slid down the areaway to -avoid
would rush through their lunch at'
home-to come and sit on the bench
with me. 1
A change had taken place. But I
did not know why.
I became acquainted with a farm
girl from another part of the county.
It seemed to me she was wonderful
and I began to “go” with her. I
knew her father owned more land
than mine, but I didn’t realize how
important this was going to be.
One day, when I happened to
mention that my father owned a
quarter section, she said, “I know
that.”
I was surprised, as I knew I hadn’t
mentioned it before. So I asked her
how she knew it.
“I looked' it up in the plat book.”
My ardor fell off, and a young
man whose father owned far more
land than mine succeeded, later, in
winning her. Another example of
the aristocracy of land.
As I plowed and harrowed and
hayed, I thought h»w wonderful it
would be to go to Str Joseph and get
a job as a reporter. The same
feeling of doubt and lack of self-
confidence laid hold of me that I
had had when I had first decided to
go to high school. What if I should
fail! Yet I did want desperately to
work on a “city” paper.
I had graduated from high school,
but the world I knew was the Croy
farm and our town. But how thor-
oughly I knew then, our neighbors
and the people I came in contact
with! I had been out of the county
but once and that was when I had
gone to the Omaha Exposition. But
I thought nothing of that. None of
the other boys or girls had been any
farther. One day one of the boys
told me he was going to Oregon on
a visit.
I thought of it all the way back
on Dave. When I told Ma about it
in an awed tone, she laughed and
said, “He means Oregon, Missouri.”
And that was what he had meant, a
and sideboards for their tents to I
keep out the wind and sand. They I
have hung out their washing, and
painted their names over the tent
flaps. You even see a soldier sitting ,
on his “front step” of an evening I
playing a violin.
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ied me a moment, then said I could
if I wanted to. I marched to the
rear, as we always did in our own
grocery stole, and left it among the
boxes and barrels. Then I started
up the street to get my job.
I had never read a Horatio Alger
Jr. story and, so far as I know, I
had never heard the name, so I had
no false ideas of what a young man
must face. All I knew was that
I was going to get a job and nothing
was going to keep me from it.
I asked the direction of the news-
paper offices, and started north up
the street. I saw a streetcar, but I
wasn’t surprised. Hadn’t I seen one
in Omaha?
I found the office of the paper,
which is now the St. Joseph News-
Press, and walked boldly in, for I
had that all studied out, and asked
very businesslike where I could find
the city editor. Pretty soon I found
myself standing by the desk of a
man wearing a green eyeshade. It
seemed to me that every man in the
office was staring at me and burning
with curiosity. Not very far from
the truth, as I can now believe, for I
was tall and lanky and thin as a
rail—six feet two inches—with an
overbit upper jaw and a large nose,
and I was painfully ill at ease. I
edged closer, for I didn’t want all
the staring people to hear, and told
the man with the green eyeshade
that I wanted a job.
“What is it you want?
when I finished.
I again imparted the confidential
information. Then he cupped his
hand behind his ear, -and I realized
he was hard of hearing. So 1 had
to shout at the top of my voice,
took his hand down.
“Don’t need anybody,
many now ”
1 could hardly believe my ears.
But I had come for that job and I
was going to have it. So I started
all over again telling him how good I
was. He took his hand down again
and calmly started to read copy.
Pretty soon I was out on the
street, shocked and unbelieving that
it could have happened to me.
There was another paper there,
the St. Joseph Gazette. The paper
Eugene Field had worked on, and
Henry M. Stanley and Walter Hines i
Page. It was not as good a papc-.
THE STORY THUS FAR: Amoi Croy
Jettled on n farm in Missouri* where ho
married and a son, Homer, was, born.
Sunday meant chnrch, company for din-
ner and steer weight guessing. Dehorn-
ing of the calves, sausage making and
helping Newt break the mules were all
part of .his work. He won a prize for
writing his '•most unusual dream.” The
Croys attended the Omaha Exposition,
where Homer saw his first horseless car-
riage, "hula” dancers and first motion
picture. Homer asked to go to high
school. No Croy ever had. His father
give Homer his own pants and drove
him in for the first day and waited and
brought him home at night. It was all
new to Homer.
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By Ernie I*yle'
Pacific war zones. « ^ona. He is now on hu way to cover the
VO JN ALGERIA;~I came t0 Africa by troop transport, in con-
Our convoy carried an enormous number of troops, and
we had a heavy escort, although no matter how much escort’
you have it never seems enough to please you,
to Gibraltar. More than 50
were said to be waiting for
doubt that there was u
board who expected the
pass without an attack.
And in that environment the boys
from down below went through
their performances buoyantly. We
sat with life preservers on and wa-
ter canteens at our. belts. We
laughed and cheered against a
background of semi-conscious lis-
tening for other sounds. As the show
ended a major said to me:
“That’s wonderful, those boys
doing this when they’re being
taken to war like galley slaves .
down there in the hold. When
you think of people at home
squawking their heads off be-
cause they can only have 20
gallons of gasoline it makes
your blood boil.”
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city with a hole in your telescope,”
Ma said.
But I was not thinking of the hole.
with the hotel keeper, a woman.
“The villagers hereabout seem
to be very friendly,” he said.
“Oh, you don’t know them yet,”
the woman replied.
“Conic, come now,” protested
the lodger, “they’re not too bad.
Why just this morning the chap
with the little workshop down the
street apiece asked about you. He
said that you’d been ailing a bit
lately. He seemed quite interest-
ed. Is he a relative?”
“No!” replied the lady sharply,
“he’s the village undertaker!”
At Last—Fighting.
From now onward, stretching foi
months and months into the future,
life is completely changed for, thou-
sands of American boys on this side
of the earth. For at last they are in
there fighting.
The jump from camp life • into
front-line living is just as great as
the original jump from civilian life
into army. Only those who served
in the last war can conceive of
the makeshift, deadly urgent, al-
ways-moving-onward complexion of
front-line existence. And existence
is exactly the word; it is nothing
more.
The last of the comforts are
gone. From now on you sleep in
bedrolls under little tents. You
wash whenever and wherever
you can. You carry your food on
your back when you are fighting.
You dig ditches .for protection
from bullets and from the chill
north -■ wind off the Mediter-
ranean. There are no more hot-
water taps. There are no post
exchanges where you can, buy
. cigarets. There are no movies.
When you speak to a civilian you
have to wrestle with a foreign lan-
guage. You carry just enough cloth-
ing to cover you and no more. You
don’t lug any knickknacks at all.
When our-troops made their first
landings in North Africa they went
four days without even blankets,
just catching a few hours’ sleep on
the ground.
Everybody either lost or chucked
aside some of his equipment. Like
most troops going into battle for the
first time, they all carried too much
at first. Gradually they shed it. The
boys tossed out personal gear from
their musette bags and filled them
with ammunition. The countryside
for 20 miles around Oran was
strewn with overcoats, field jackets
and mess kits as the soldiers moved
on the city.
Arabs will be going around
for a whole generation clad in
odd pieces of American army
uniforms.
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•nd I knew little about it
was a newspaper.
I inquired where its office was atd ■
I would make good. I would get that started determinedly down the
job! , ' street. I would show Old Green Eye-
Pa and Ma and I got in the.hack [ shade I wasn't licked. Not only
that but I would scoop his paper.
A man was sorting letters and
shoving them into boxes. My first
glimpse of want-ad answers.
“Where will I find the city edi-
tor?” I asked professionally.
“ 'The city editor?’ ” he repeated.
“The city editor,” I said firmly.
“His office is upstairs.”
I stared in astonishment, when I
got there, for there were only two
persons in the office. No green eye-
shade. But I didn’t know whether
I wanted to work on such a small
paper, or not, for the other office had
been humming with activity.
“I want to speak to the city .edi-
tor.”
• A man stopped running his type,
writer and looked at me curiously
“Do you want a job?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come back at one-thirty.” -
I crept down the stairs, beginning
to get the bang of the thing. . I
had known there were evening pa-
pers and morning papers, but only
vaguely.’
' I wandered around the streets,
feeling lonely but confident. No one
spoke to anyone else. Hardly any
horses on the street.
At one-thirty I climbed the stairs <
again. The place seemed alive with
people. The man who had been run-
ning the typewriter silently pointed
a finger at a man sitting at a desk
and I marched over and,told him I
wanted to go to work for him. Thank
God he could hear!
Finally, when I was through, he
said, “How much money do you
want?”
I said, “I’ll leave that to you.” In
Maryville that would have been a
challenge for the man to be gener-
ous. But I was to find city ways
were different.
"I can pay you $9 a week.1
told him I would take it.
can you go to work?”
“As soon as I can get a place to
live.” (
I found a rooming house and got
on a streetcar and. started for my
grocery store. The telescope was
there. I hadn’t been in the city
long enough to realize Pa knew what :
he was talking about.
I was given a “run” of the under- i
takers and the YMCA which was J
the first I knew about that organiza-
tion. A place for younj
they’ were playing pool. 1
ginning to see Pa was right.
Ma wrote twice a.week. Was I
sleeping well? Was I getting plen-
ty of good wholesome food? What
kind of bed did I have? Was I being
a good boy? Then she would tell
the family news. The price of eggs,
who was sick, Uncle Will Sewell had
come up in the cart because the
roads were muddy. The Kennedys
had hog cholera. Ma hoped it
wouldn’t get down our way. They— |
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