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

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I A 1- , ,qf - ' fff. 5 ff-kiwi 7, .' If . . -L. .I 9 X - ' .,:.,:.,:2.z,L , 512. 1914 oousnsov f TRAGEDY IN ONE ACT Subject: Machine Guns. Direct Qby the Instructorj and Indirect Lying Qby the Classj. Scene: Assembly Hall No. 3. Time: 8:00 A. M. A noisy bunch, composed mostly of the lst Squad is gathered closely around the stove, thereby conserving the heat-at least no one else gets any. Their arguments are conservative-that is, for them. pjxxq Ph1lpot emerges an easy victor after several futile .fQ'?Zs5c, moments of vocal effort on the part of the other entries. S' Enter Andy Lang-catching Philpot off guard-1. e., 'R JMX trying unsuccessfully to catch his breath in the middle of a XX X A sentence. Philpot sneaks back of little Charlie Ross and subsides. Ms kr . X The door opens cautiously and several timid Assistant it ,mb ,M Instructors look in-turn slightly pale-and retire hastily. A 'SUN SQ? if 59 They return with the Senior Instructor-whose cold cal- Q Wx culating orb has the Class bluffed-he'p has arrived. kt N The S. I. marches solemnly to the platform, humming I X2 syncopated Greek formulas and staring at Fuller and Hoop. j These two birds blush guiltily and look at each other in open accusation. ' Each Assistant Instructor-quietly secures an ax handle-arranges him- self against the Wall in rear of the hall and carefully places an obstacle between himself and Rice. ' The S. I. politely but pointedly requests the Second in Command to call the class to order. The Whistle is blown-King Alfred holds up his hand and ITN shouts The Class WILL COME TO ORDER. All students g turn their backs and pandemonium ensues-the lst Squad F254 leading the Anvil Chorus. XNW The 2nd I. C. jumps at the platform-misses his foot- ing and skins both shins. L 17 -y z Q Y -3 if ix J' l S vs -6 f m 3' J' - ' r ' -L o ' pgs -gg-Q 14 x . I 'nfs

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J cf- A ll 1. SMT P x A f' ,' - A - lun. if wg' X. X - A I 924 DOUGHBOY V ' ,- IX! O I lr MAQBLEHEAD we xl., SPILPOT: QWith regimental pridej The men named a horse after Colonel Nicklin. RICO: Yeah? They named one after you too. SPILPOT: QEndeavoring to conceal his personal pridej aw-go to hell They didn't. Where is it? RICO: There it is. 1 1 X i - 5 ., ,gs 7 -Rexx , ,4 qw

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J.: I! -N Sq. f H digg' X 1 If lszq- uouausov 1 : Low coarse laughter from the Class-more pandemonium. The 2nd I. C. losing his temper, swallows most of his whistle-sees red, and heaves a convenient chair in the general direction of the stove and its interest destroying factors. Hartle is knocked off the top of the stove where he The aim is excellent- is seated trying to get warm. hter from Landis. Loud laug The whistle can now dimly be heard by the first rows and the noise gradually subsides. All students file very slowly to their seats except the 3rd and 4th Squads, who have been gathered around Zip Crawford. They suddenly look around in alarm and run to their seats, holding their noses and laughing. QQ f J b O W V' 0 xml r l JK J f x Q1 Z' X fm 2' Xl ffl! Q dl f W I Instructor -6 W 5 s Y . 2, .x, QIIFI I