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

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KN A Q it K - f X K 2 00-WT 1' X dyke in f ,I jx? THE PLAY i T 4715 Ti-IE THING flfmiglllib imply ? .. will ty gf l l X - Nl ffdl alll 'iltff I I XX ff! 1' 4 fi i -,Liz-..- if U ACT I. K The curtain risestf on a held ot pea ochre with gohs ot ' ,-- - A officers, kennels clotting the background. In the foreground are mimeographed sheets pertaining to nothing. At the rigit .f -'AJ-'IU' ,,1 J 4 ,I -fr fn nf 4 T' X' is a large wooden object recognizable as an instructor. , Cf ' fl fa ix t l li At f -gk W1 . 1 v I , . 1-l 1 ju A 'Qty ' nating boards upon which are carefully laid one ham, one ' ff f If V 'lzllfllf ti X 'ZW f l f' the left and dimly screened by a box barrage, are two coordi- l ' 5 f i 3 X cheese and one egg sandwich with a bottle of milk. , ,L -A V Cln the audience sits the lone impressaria-if you clon't , 57145 know what an impressaria is, look at the picture.J T' Enter The Child. rf The C ...... O dear. O damn, O dear, why am I here? N So many strange things! CRushes to the wooden object which QM frightens it. Takes refuge near the coordinating board.j Enter the Villain. . 'B 'HW-'1 x , -. The V ...... Ah, little one, so we are here, are we? V The C ...... Are we? g n The V ...... You shall soon begin to know. This place, be .Q my dear, is a- ,K ' The C ...... Is a-? il The V ...... I shall tell you. I hgure- i XX 7 ' The C ...... Do you hgure? ' -' The V ...... I do when I'm not talking-or being inter- lf rupted. Now, listen. You find everything you need but you can't THE CH11,D - - i - - get it, everything you want, but you can t rind it, everything you hope for, but you can't attain it, everything- Enter Hero finterruptingl. The H ...... At last I have reached the altitude of my azimuthl The acorn of my success is planted in my pencil. I have achove. I am one of 958 to' get a max. T The V ...... How many in the clss? 5 l The H ...... Eighty-six and a half. The V ...... Who is the half? The H -Wait! CPointing to the boardj I have discovered K something. Isee eats. Q CBoth advance to the Coordinating Board. The Hero makes as fThe curtain really dO8SI1yT5 rise because there is no curtain. THE VILLAIN

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if to grab a sandwich, when the villain clutches him an- grily by the tunic.D The V ...... Not so, in this place. You do not 'N . I, N-I l if A - - . eat in peace here. By every upright hair of my over- 't-., 'xy hanging head you shall figure, but not consume. You shall calculate, but not grasp. I The H .... How come? The V ..... .Any natural inclination will be en- lilbli tered on your efficiency report. , H 4' The H ...... Crushing outj IVIy God! I canit stand it here. I must have sea air along the Rialto. 'I' E The V ...... Ccomplacentlyj Now that I have 1 X- scared everybody sufficiently I will lunch. CPicks up ' 'i one ham and bites into it. His expression at once grows fl-ul, lim., more terrible,-if possiblej Varnish! Fresh Varnish off the Board! QBlows bite into the wingsj Even good food in this brain-mill is ruined. As the Psalmist said Hone dwells in the tenths of wickedness. CHurls sandwich after the bite. The missile escapes hitting the entering heroine.j The Heroine ...... How dare you, sir! The V ...... You are mistaken, I never dare anything here. That was an accident. So am I. So is this natatorium of knowledge, this seminary of bunk, this hard-boiled knob in the wilderness, this- The Heroine ...... And in my presence! The V ...... In anybody's presence. I am going mad-IVIAD I tell you. CGrabs her by the arm and liurls an avalanche of crusty looks into her very vitals.l This morning early I got a cut sheet, at half past ten I tried to find a number in the Benning telephone directory and now-sandwiches! varnish! Varnish and sandwiches! X I never get to the milk! Do you understand! Cshakes herD I newer Kr N get Io the lnilk! X I -. H 3 l I 'dl 'I En -1 ,Q V4 7 V. Xl fiiii ' 'F if ! 1 ! Heroine ...... Help! Help! THE HEROINH Enter Hero who grabs villain by his pencil finger and whirls him about. The two bite, claw, scratch, kick and tear at each other, knocking themselves about over the stage amid shrieks from the heroine. Great clouds of mimeographed copies, small examination papers and huge cut-sheets are kicked up which almost screen them from view. The hero finally tosses the villain into the wings overturning the wooden object, after which he catches the heroine in his arms. They fly from the scene together with a cry from the hero: '!To town for the last time! During the noise and hubbub of the struggle the child has entered unnoticed and taken the remaining sandwiches. In the process of absorption it has covered its face and dress with crumbs and varnish. The Child ...... Qweeping bitterlyj O, my tummy, my head! Too many things! CURTAIN. The Impressaria Csotto vocej O, isn't the little dear too little dear for any- thing! So playful.