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

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COMPANY OFFICERS CLAS-S, Co. B

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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.

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COMPANY OFFICERS CLASS, Co. C