In Unique Instrument
The music goes down and around and it comes out here.
That's Roundup's only lucid conclusion after listening to T/5 Arthur B. Scott's detailed description of the mysterious workings of his unique musical instrument, the "violiphone."
It is, he explains, a Japanese instrument, made in Germany, distributed by an English house, sold through an Indian music shop to him, an American, for Rs. 225.
Scott, who studied violin for concert work for 10 years (he's a pupil of the famous Mark Wollner), swears that the "violiphone," possibly the most rare of all musical instruments, is not a toy. In this, he has the collaboration of his barracks mates, who have listened to him play everything from classics such as Liszi's Hungarian Rhapsody to the folksey Carry Me Back to Old Virginia.
When Roundup picture-grabber Eddie Jankowski insisted upon the photo which appears above, Scott was scandalized, but finally succumbed to his entreaties. "I've spent thousands of baksheesh for music lessons and practiced seven and eight hours a day," he protested. "This is no joking matter."
The long, drawling drink of water from Ashville, Nawth Carolina, purchased the instrument to keep up with his studies. "It's not subject to atmospheric conditions like a violin," he explained. "Yet its principle is the same, it has four strings and is bowed. The tone is transmitted through a metal diaphragm, amplified by the trumpet head and the result is a mellow sound a cross between a violin and a trumpet."
Confoozing ain't it?
14th Air Force Scores Victory Near Nanchang
CHINA - While Chinese ground troops hammered incessantly at t he Jap invader, the 14th U.S. Air Force continued to lend vital help.
Most recent communiqué from Lt. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell's headquarters tells of eight P-40 pilots intercepting a large formation of Jap bombers and fighters southeast of Nanching. Although greatly outnumbered, the American planes destroyed six enemy Zeros and probably destroyed four others.
The next day, B-25's, escorted by P-40's, successfully slugged Ouchikou. From both missions, all planes returned safely.
Gen. Chiang Kai-shek announced the conferring of the Chinese "Victori Cross" upon two Chinese pilots. One, Capt. Chuang Shihlan, went to the rescue of Lt. Col. John Alison, who was piloting a bomber. He shot down one Zero on Alison's tail and chased off and probably destroyed two more.
Latest Chinese ground success has been recapture of four strong points on the Kutu River across the Yangtze River from Shasi. Chinese saboteurs have been active. It has been reported that the bridge spanning the Hwai River at Hwaiho has been blown up.
|While on leave from duty as commanding officer of the C.B.I. Theater, Lt. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell puttered around his home in Carmel, Calif., with grandson Johnny.
|Yes sir, that's India to which he's pointing. It's William Phillips, personal representative of the President to India, who recently reported to Franklin Roosevelt.
BY IRATE G.I.’S
Roundup sends out a desperate S.O.S.
Ever since last week's page 1 yarn announcing that articles rationed in the United States may not be collected if sent home by overseas G.I.'s unless ration stamps are laid on the line, ye ed has been hiding under his desk.
Gents, we are NOT responsible. So the British allow a limited quantity of rationed articles to be sent home by overseas troops? So you want to know whether the ruling is retroactive and if that can of coffee already en route will be confiscated? So you believe that the law should be repealed and why doesn't Roundup launch a campaign? What's the reason for the edict? What is the full list of rationed articles? Questions, questions, questions.
And you think you have worries.
YOU NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD
The scene is a barroom, the year '52.
Conversation still dealt with the war we'd been through.
'Bove the clinking of glasses, in tones loud and clear,
Came the voice of a man, in whose hand was a beer.
He's well-dressed and handsome, right in his prime.
And as he tells his story, you know war is a crime.
He'd spent years in India, in Delhi no less.
And, believe you him, brother, the place was a mess.
He spoke to a small gent, a frail-looking guy.
Who was listening quietly, not batting an eye.
But let's lend an ear to this very sad tale.
Of a man who spent years in that "Wide-open Jail."
He's saying, "'Twas horrible! The place has no sense.
First you freeze, then you sweat - the heat is intense.
Then it's dusty as Hell, and your throat is damned dry.
Then the whole place is flooded - there's a hole in the sky.
Our show was quite lousy, we spent all our dough
On hamburgs and steaks - hadda eat, you know. →
But we weren't lucky. You'll know what I mean,
When I say that the rest'rants weren't too clean.
Of course, we had movies - but the pictures were old -
Some a year or two back - now don't that leave you cold?
The club on our dance nights was so jampacked
That you couldn't dance - your shins would get cracked.
Yes, the place was quite crowded, with folks thick as flies.
But the trouble was this - more than half were G.I's.
Oh, we rode horses, played tennis and badminton, too
Work six days a week, and you would, wouldn't you?
And the letter from home came so darn slow -
Sometimes three weeks - bad for morale, you know."
He sighed, wiped his eye, then sipped his beer.
And said to his friend, "Now your tale we'll hear."
The little guy drank, then spoke quite slow.
"I'm not much on words - I guess we all know
That was quite a sad story, and with you I do grieve.
When I tell you mine, I know you'll believe,
'Bout rest'rants and dances I had no complaint -
For where I was, those things just ain't.
You see, I was in when the fracas began -
No time for such things - back on Bataan."
- By Sgt. JOSEPH A NIGRO
BATTLE OF THE ZOOTS
In palaces of swing and halls of sway
The battle-lines are drawn in firm array.
Here stand the Zoots, though jittering as they stand
And there the anti-zoots, a soberer (?) band
Now let the drums beat out, the trumpets blare.
'Mid frenzied shouts that fill the smoke-dimmed air.
The zoots are off with many a wild cavort,
Though one is caught by coattails far from short.
Another slips while "jiving" - and instead
Of landing upright, bounces on his head.
But still the contest rages, far and near.
A "zoot heard 'round the world," it would appear.
From India's mystic realm, we contemplate
The noisy fray, and wonder if, too late.
We may return, with tried and tested boot,
To save at least, say, Brooklyn from the zoot!
- By Pvt. MARTIN SCHOLTEN