US Army Infantry School - Doughboy Yearbook (Fort Benning, GA)

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FIELD OFFICERS CLASS

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The leading cafe where most of the officers and their guests dine at Biglerville has many attractive features not the least of which are the unnumbered hatho'oks. Each officer and his guest is at liberty to select any hook he chooses on which to deposit his lylontana Peak without hesitating to differentiate between his code num- ber, club number, riHe number, pistol number, P. O. box number or his class standing -a thoughtful touch deeply appreciated by the fortunate ones. Opportunity is also afforded students of inquiring mind to investigate the art of acquiring head gear by selection. As the through train passes the Biglerville Union Station at noon and the con- ductor calls ''Big-ler-ville-fall-out'' many officers who are compelled to motor to the distant village of Columbus look with interest at Biglerville While they go on in their unionalls to the little red school house to eat from a cold dinner pail by the stove. One glance at the appointments convinces them that, though all may belong to the same union no one would indulge in unionalls in the Biglerville cafe. VVhile entraining at Biglerville is always popular, and sometimes possible, the traffic congestion is such that it can seldom be done. So the inhabitants entrain at the more commodious station at Ft. Benning. They are, however, amply compen- sated for the walk when ten minutes later the train passes through Biglerville without stop and they can enjoy the view of their homes moving with the peaceful landscape swiftly by. Nor is Biglerville without her lighter moments. The gay evening assemblages in the Cafe where by mutual understanding all appear in the gay olive drab evening dress with glistening S. B. belts more than make up for the lack of other recreation. And oftimes in the early morning hours are heard the tinkle of the piano and the throbbing minors of the jungle singers. ' And to all its other advantages Biglerville offers the spice of adventure, the navigation of the great plain between it and the Fort. The plain would tempt the most intrepid explorer with its lake, bottomless bogs and maze of paths. Only the most reckless of Biglerville's inhabitants attempt its passage at night and then only when monographs demand work in the library. Even though her population changes regularly and periodically Biglerville has a charm all her own. She is not likely to be forgotten by those who once were sheltered within her precincts- r yt 4' A .nv Ja...

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