First contributions for the relief of sufferers from the Bengal cyclone are in.
That they are not larger is due to the fact that it takes time to get organized - we conceded that we hadn't had time to work out details when we launched the C.B.I. Roundup campaign in last week's issue.
First off we had to decide the best way to put funds collected to work. We elected the Indian Red Cross Society as agent. Sardar Bahadur Balwant Singh Puri, the secretary of the national organization here in New Delhi, will forward all contributions direct to workers of the Bengal Chapter who are in the field. All monies from American troops are ear-marked for this particular relief job and there will be no deduction for overhead. Every anna in every rupee will be spent to relieve distress among the cyclone's victims.
Officers appointed by General Stilwell's India Headquarters to be responsible for the collection of funds in their respective branches are:
Col. Richard D. Daugherity, Branch Headquarters AF in CBI; Lt. Col. Samuel T. Moore, 10th Air Force; and 1st Lt. Julian H. Bowman, S.O.S. Lt. Bowman is named Custodian of Funds.
An invitation to all American Army troops at other stations in India and China to contribute will go out this week. It is emphasized that all contributions are voluntary and the Roundup will refrain from publishing any no-poppy-no-mommy, give-until-it-hurts exhortation. We will just say that the Bengal cyclone was a disaster of the first order and the Indians in distress are to be numbered in hundreds of thousands.
The staff of the C.B.I. Roundup opened the pot with a 100 chip donation. Miss Nickerson, the American Red Cross representative here, tossed in 20 rupees. The officers of Headquarters, 10th Air Force, here in New Delhi, have already kicked in Rs. 640 and Branch Headquarters, Army Forces in C.B.I. fattened up with an additional Rs. 2410. Both the latter organizations have further contributions pledged.
So we have Rupees 1,000 as a start with all units in New Delhi and elsewhere still to be heard from. Additional contributions will be acknowledged by the Roundup as far as security permits until the campaign closes on December 15.
FIVE NEW BRIGADIERS APPOINTED
The Stilwell group jarred loose with four new brigadier generals last week and the S.O.S. came through with one.
One star fell on Chungking, one on New Delhi and three on the Chinese-American Training Center in eastern India. It can be said that the recipients are happy about the whole thing.
Benjamin G. Ferris, chief of staff of the Br. Hq. U.S.F. C.B.I. in New Delhi, is now a one-star general He was formerly G-4 of the First Army under Lt. Gen. Hugh Drum. He came to Burma last March to be Lt. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell's G-4 during the Burma campaign. At the conclusion of that campaign he participated in the little 150 mile stroll out of Burma.
General William (Bill) Powell also came over with "the old man." He is the theater G-1 and holds forth in Chungking where he has been from the start with the exception of trips to Burma and India. Powell was Stilwell's G-1 when the latter commanded the Third Army Corps, stationed in Monterey, Calif. He hasn't had a chance to take a long walk like General Ferris has.
General Frederick McCabe is commandant of the Chinese-American Training Center. He was with Stilwell as G-3 of the 7th Division at Ford Ord and later as G-3 of the Third Army Corps. During the Burma campaign he acted as liaison officer with the Sixth Chinese Army over in the Shan States. Yes - he walked out too.
General W. H. Holcomb is running the S.O.S. down at the Chinese-American Training Center. He started out in this clam bake with Stilwell in Burma like all the rest. As an engineer officer he spent a lot of his time touring about North and Central Burma, checking on roads, bridges and possible air fields.
Before joining Stilwell, Holcomb acted as assistant commandant of the Engineer School at Fort Belvoir, Va.
The baby of the new appointees is General Hayden L. Boatner. He is a member of the West Point class of 1923 and was only made a colonel last June. Before coming to Burma with the Stilwell group he had organized the original MacGruder mission and acted as its Washington representative.
He didn't walk out with Stilwell. He went up the Burma Road into China with the rest of the Americans and others who were in Lashio. At present he is Chief of Staff of the Chinese Expeditionary Force and is stationed at the training camp.
JOY COMES TO "WOEFUL WILLIE" - Anthony J. "Woeful Willie" Longo, formerly a sergeant in an Indian APO, has always been a bit distressed with what goes on in this mad, mad, world. Recently, however, he was made a second lieutenant and now everything looks pretty good to him - so good in fact he bounced for a party for all his old pals among the enlisted men. Sgt. Richard Pastorino, his APO colleague, pours the glass of "champagne" over the new bar.
FIGHTERS FOR THE CHINESE - One of our jobs in this theater is to move fighter planes over the "Hump" to the Chinese Air Force. Here American soldiers put one of the ships together on an Indian assembly line.
COW-TOWN KILLER - S/Sgt. Houghston McHone, one of the boys from Fort Worth, Tex., gives proof of his prowess
with a sling-shot. It's the largest bat seen in the vicinity of his air depot with a wing-spread of four
feet two inches.
CHUNGKING BALL - The boys didn't do so bad at the Victory House ball up in Chungking judging by this
picture. Dancing with the two little Chinese dandies are Sgt. Jesse McCorkle and T/Sgt. George Vernon.
MAMMOTH BATH - Sightseeing U.S. officers and men examine a gigantic bath tub hewn out of a single block of stone at an old Indian Fort. Emperor Jehangir bathed in the big tub. The sightseers are Lt. John C. Whatley, Sgt. Leroy R. Berg, Pfc. John C. Byrom, Jr., Sgt. Robert L. Snyder and Corp. Louis J. Ryba.
AS IT SHOULD BE - T/5 Max Nahman uses a stack of Yank for a seat while he gets the news in the
Roundup. The shot was taken down at an Indian port.
THE STARS CAME DOWN
The stars came down and spoke last night
The stars came down, bestowed their blessing
On my troubled soul, Inspiring stars, celestial bright;
I was at peace, soothed by their caressing.
My friends, the stars, were loving, fond,
Reflecting the beauty of their universe
They released my soul from its earthly bond
And I was free, free; We could converse.
They spoke to me and I to them
They spoke of love and showed me love
I was enfolded. They crooned a hymn.
And I traversed the heavens, with them, above.
Compassionate were my friends, the stars,
And I was lulled to a dream of peace.
A dream of peace. Obscure, the War Lord Mars.
Oblivious, for me all war did cease.
Unuttering, I dreamed and thought of home,
And lo! I was home. I saw the field,
And father toiling. He couldn't have known.
Yet, he faltered, as though I'd been revealed.
He passed his hand across his brow,
And gazed, smitten, into the sky. →
We passed. He returned to the plow. |
As a vision, I had passed him by.
He couldn't have known, yet he knew,
And realization tore his aged heart.
Loving, my father knew what was true;
Knew his son, and life, were apart.
The heavens beckon, my life is spent.
I'm home again. I am sublime.
My friends, the stars who spoke, were sent
To usher me to him Divine.
I resteth now, free of strife.
You, America, are at the helm;
I resteth now. I gave my life.
The stars have borne me to His Realm.
- Pvt. Robert E. Hollinshead
Like a lion I came into being -
Yes wailing and screaming in fear
Gazing on life without seeing
While clinging to life so dear.
As years come and go beside me
I have changed from the days of yore
Yet always I know, inside me
My soul is the same as before.
I have hurt many friends in my season
I have closed my eyes to their pain
I have wrenched their hearts without reason
I've allowed myself to be vain.
Though I've crossed the breadth of two oceans
I have never asked myself why →
I have never shared the emotions |
Of the peoples of nations that die.
I have kept my feelings from showing
I've continued to do my job
I've prevented myself from knowing
The feeling of joining the mob.
While those who mean something to me
Can hurt me whenever they care
No matter however they do me
I've always gotten my share.
I'm a perfectly normal being
Doing whatever I can
Though I still gave at life without seeing
I've found it's the better plan.
There is more to life than enjoyment-
There is more to living than fun.
There is pleasure in useful employment
And pride in a job well done.
I'll continue to find my pleasure
In gazing on lambent green fields
Enjoying myself beyond measure
On the little things life yields.
I'll continue through life without seeing
The trouble that time can bring
Depending upon the supreme being
Who causes the winter and spring.
You can see too much if you're willing
Of humanities trouble and woes
Though dangerous things are more thrilling
I prefer to keep my eyes closed.
- Sgt. William H. Fleming
THIS IS WHAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! The gang on the San Francisco Call-Bulletin, naturally the
most enterprising paper in the West, comes through with some Roundup promotion. Left is Marsh Maslin,
definitely your favorite columnist the past few months; Chubby Murray Fay, head photog says "Oh!" and points
while City Editor Fred Walker, the most prolific desk man west of Chicago, is on the right. The owner of those
legs is Carol Tiegs, a rewrite man - wow!!!