|Here are some of the WAACS, who made up the first detachment to go on overseas duty. Before leaving, they are seen receiving inoculations against tropical diseases. Second officer Margaret Janeway, WAAC medical officer, inoculates Auxiliary Hazel A. Jacobs, assisted by Lt. Helen C. Boyce, Army Nursing Corps.|
|Director Oveta Culp Hobby (right), Of the Women's Auxiliary Army Corps. returns the salute of Leader Anne M. Bradley before the detachment embarked at an East Coast U.S. port. These girls were assigned to duty with General Dwight D. Eisenhower's headquarters in North Africa.|
|With the WAACS, articles like lingerie, girdles, cosmetic and manicure kits are strictly G.I. They also have a lot of other gear that is not G.I. stuff for soldiers. But all must be kept clean and neat.|
|Mass is observed by Catholic members of the contingent before their ship sailed. The girls followed much the same preparatory routines as army contingents do before sailing for a foreign shore.|
|As the WAACS prepare to leave their temporary barracks for the ship, Army Pvt. Jimmy Gossnell helps boost a barracks bag on the shoulder of Auxiliary Margaret M. Hartnett, daughter of a retired Army colonel.|
|The problem of supply and repairs is handled by such WAAC non-commissioned officers as Leader Mary K. Snow, seen here inspecting a pile of shoes to be repaired as the detachment prepared to leave for North Africa to handle desk jobs, relieving men for combat duty.|
|First Officer Frances K. Marquis (above) commands the first detachment of U.S. WAACS ever to be sent on foreign duty.|
|Filled with WAACS waving goodbye, an Army truck moves off to the docks where the girls boarded the ship that took them to North Africa. The WAACS have had thorough training and their work in North Africa have proved them to be highly efficient in their duties.|
|Army men help swing barracks bags aboard ship as members of the WAACS come up the gangplank. These girls came from all walks of life, and many of them are doing work in the WAACS similar to that done in civilian life. No matter what their jobs are, they find Army life much different.|
|Two members of the WAACS try on their lifebelts just to make sure that they knew how to use this equipment. A ship on which some of the girls were traveling was torpedoed near the North African coast and the girls found that their training of this kind helped them to meet the emergency.|
|PRIVATE GEE EYE BY S/SGT. JACK NOLAN|
THE CIPHER SERENADE
Reading numbers from a roll,
On, and on, and on they go.
Noughts and ciphers, dollars, cents,
Blue on white, small curlicues,
Translated-wine, women, song, and booze.
Or baby, buy pop a pair of shoes.
Or shuffling pasteboards, Army style.
"Now let me sweat this out awhile."
Or cigarettes, candy, Indian toys,
Or rupees for the baksheesh boys.
Figures swirling, whirling, prancing,
Now retreating, now advancing.
Master Sergeant - What a salary!
Way up in the reserved gallery.
Then first, then staff, then buck, and then
The other, less important men,
Who do the work, and grease the wheels,
But are, withal, a bunch of heels.
And on and on those figures go,|
Column on column - row on row
One Class "F" for a luscious blonde,
A little for a big War Bond
I reserve and I allot,
And I chop up an Army cot,
Promotion, bust, a little spree
A few remarks, some NLD;
A line of red, a busted dome.
One thin dime for Soldiers' Home.
And now at last, the golden goose.
The figures stop, their curves seduce
They stand out bold and brave and high,
Waiting for their own G.I.
The eagle screams, and Uncle Sam
Says, "Blessings on thee, little man."
The story's done, but wait awhile.
An epilogue is quite the style.
From those charming curlicues,
Redolent with fun and booze,
A chunk is cut, an ugly scar.
A wailing rises from afar
And as we stand with muscles lax,
Uncle Sam collects his income tax.
- Corp. MILTON MARGOLIS
He was just shot down from Assam; t'was a lush, warm Indian night,
So he drove down by the Boat Club on a sort of - ROUTINE FLIGHT.
She was dancing like a feather with the Adjutant Commanding,
When our pilot down from Assam took one look, made a - CRASH LANDING.
Soon he lured her from the C.A., fetched her Gimlets, mostly gin.
Told her of his daring exploits, had her quickly in a - SPIN !
Then she said she must be going, which was perfect it would seem.
When she murmured softly, "Come in" why he did, right - ON THE BEAM.
Now her gunner back from Poona, entering, found the floodlights burning low.
Flipped the switch, thereby revealing - CLOSE FORMATION, CEILING ZERO!
He talked fast, our lad from Assam, even mentioning Lease-Lends.
Then he suddenly experienced a bad case of the - BENDS.
Ah, that gunner's aim was something, it was true and so well-founded.
That you never saw a pilot so definitely - GROUNDED.
- Lt. ELIZABETH SHAUNTY
|TABLE OF TAXES PAYABLE ON 1942 INCOMES and Weekly Savings Needed To Meet Them|