Three men adrift 83 days wiggle toes to bait shark
U.S. gunner tells how fish were roped; 2 of 5 die
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Roosevelt promotes two more generals
Washington (UP) –
President Roosevelt today nominated two of the high American commanders in the North African Theater, Maj. Gens. George Smith Patton Jr. and Carl Spaatz, for promotion to the temporary rank of lieutenant general.
Gen. Spaatz is deputy air commander in the North African Theater.
Gen. Patton, an expert in mechanized warfare, is commander of the U.S. Western Task Force in North Africa.
On Lend-Lease anniversary –
Roosevelt warns Axis: We’ll choose battlefields
Litvinov says his countrymen ‘are fully aware’ and are grateful of help from U.S.
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Social revolution program wins backing of Roosevelt
Federally controlled economy, voice for labor in management of industry, great expansion of Social Security system urged
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Coal meeting directs plea to Uncle Sam
Operators’ spokesman recites pay increases of miners
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I DARE SAY —
Manicure girl
By Florence Fisher Parry
You would have thought I was a lady of leisure, in that booth with one girl at the permanent and the other at the manicure… And who knows, they may have been thinking so too, and envying me; while I, on my part, was thinking how wonderful to be young and beautiful and life ahead., never mind what life, but AHEAD!
O Prospect!
The girl bent over the manicure had soft black hair and a skin like marble. Her eyes were soft, and the corners od her mouth were soft deep dimples. How lovely she would look dressed like a Cinderella at a ball, her creamy skin against creamy brocade, and brilliants in her black hair.
Why yes, she could be the daughter of the proudest dowager.
Yet there she drooped over the manicure at the end of a long day.
And the girl who was timing the permanent, and combing the test curl critically… she had been talking this long while, and her words were as clean and sharp as pebbles, and her thoughts as clear as a seer’s.
Second generation
Two girls in a booth… at a beauty parlor. American youth incarnate. Steady, bright, healthy, young – your girl or mine, America.
So, I asked the girl with the ebony hair and the skin like warmed-up marble:
What is your name?
And she said “Margaret.”
…But your last name?
And with a curious reluctance, she gave me an odd-sounding name.
What country did your people come from?
She said, “Czechoslovakia.” And, encouraged, went on to explain:
Of course, it wasn’t Czechoslovakia then, for that was in 1913. But my father and mother knew no peace, persecution was everywhere, there was always someone to oppress them; so, my father escaped to America and later sent, underground, money to my mother to join him here. She had a hard tome getting away; was held and questioned and nearly was imprisoned; but she would not tell where my father was, and later managed to be spirited out of the country and come here. Now my brother is an aviation cadet and it makes my parents proud.
And as she spoke it was an though I were listening to the story of America. Multiplied by millions, millions, was her story; the story of the people here who are ordained to win for the world an almighty peace such as the world has never known.
For never again, after this war, can we in America who have not been “foreigners” for many, many generations, look upon our neighbors here as “other” people from the Old Country. We will be one.
The awakening
There, but for the grace of God, go I.
That’s what we are beginning to realize, when we look at the pictures out of Poland and Norway and Crete… And when we see our armies gather strength and purpose and watch them embark for the ends of the earth, we are beginning to understand as never before, why we are INVINCIBLE. For we know now that we are made up of the sons of the persecuted from all over the world, who had the spirit and energy to spring free from oppression and come to our shores – whether one generation ago, or three, or six, what does it matter?
WE ARE the oppressed of Europe, freed only by the grace of God and the initiative of our forebears. No wonder our armies are there, there already, and that the second front long since has been established within the borders of Poland and Greece and France by all who await there the coming of their brothers, their deliveries.
And never again will a “second generation,” Czech or Pole or Finn or Greek, hesitate, embarrassed, when she – or he – is asked:
What is your name, your real name, and what country did your parents come from?
Shame on us that all these years, until this war, we “long-timers” in America, gave out the insufferable assumption that we were the superiors of these later immigrants, who are now in the front ranks of our almighty army fighting the fight for Americas with a fiercer consecration than even “early Americans” can summon.
Let victory precede talk of 4th term, Ickes says
Washington (UP) –
Secretary of Interior Harold L. Ickes said today that a year and a half before election time is too soon to discuss the question of a fourth term for President Roosevelt.
Mr. Ickes said at a press conference:
We shouldn’t go into any political speculation while we’re at war. Let’s win the war first.
Gen. Teddy Jr. hunts action aboard jeep
Roosevelt bounces into battle riding jeep ‘Rough Rider’
By Phil Ault, United Press staff writer
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Bridge in Burma hit in American bombing
New Delhi, India (UP) –
U.S. planes, attacking Jap-held Burma, raided Pazunosung Bridge, north of Rangoon, with 12 tons of bombs yesterday, a 10th Air Force communiqué said today.
Five direct hits were scored on the north end of the bridge, the communiqué reported, but the full damage has not yet been determined.
British bombers last night attacked objectives at Akyab, strategic Jap sea and air base in western Burma, a communiqué announced.
During offensive patrols yesterday, British fighters made low-level raids on two Jap positions in the Rathedaung area some 25 miles northwest of Akyab.
All British and U.S. planes returned safely.
Roving Reporter
By Ernie Pyle
Ernie Pyle and “That Girl” remarried yesterday, by proxy – all the way from Africa to New Mexico.
On the central Tunisian front – (March 10)
The other night I was sitting in the room of Lt. Col. Sam Gormly, a Flying Fortress commander from Los Angeles. We were looking over a six-weeks-old copy of an American picture magazine, the latest to reach us. It was full of photos and stories of the war; dramatic tales from the Solomons, from Russia, and right from our own African front. The magazine fascinated me and, when I had finished, I felt an animation about the war I hadn’t felt in weeks.
For in the magazine the war seemed romantic and exciting, full of heroics and vitality. I know it really is, and yet I don’t seem capable of feeling it. Only in the magazine from America can I catch the real spirit of the war over here.
One of the pictures was of the long concrete quay where we landed in Africa. It gave me a little tingle to look at it. For some perverse reason it was more thrilling to look at the picture, than it was to march along the dock itself that first day. I said:
I don’t know what’s the matter with me. Here we are right at the front, and yet the war isn’t dramatic to me at all.
It’s just hard work
When I said that, Maj. Quint Quick of Bellingham, Washington, rose up from his bed onto his elbow. Quick is a bomber squadron leader and has been in as many fights as any bomber pilot over here. He is admired and respected for what he’s been through. He said:
It isn’t to me either. I know it should be, but it isn’t. It’s just hard work, and all I want is to finish it and get back home.
So, I don’t know. Is war dramatic, or isn’t it? Certainly, there are great tragedies, unbelievable heroics, even a constant undertone of comedy. It is the job of us writers to transfer all that drama back to you folks at home. Most of the other correspondents have the ability to do it. But when I sit down to write, here is what I see instead: Men at the front suffering and wishing they were somewhere else, men in routine jobs just behind the lines bellyaching because they can’t get to the front, all of them desperately hungry for somebody to talk to besides themselves, no women to be heroes in front of, damned little wine to drink, precious little song, cold and fairly dirty, just toiling from day to day in a world full of insecurity, discomfort, homesickness, and a dulled sense of danger.
The drama and romance are here, of course, but they’re like the famous falling tree in the forest – they’re no good unless there’s somebody around to hear. I know of only twice that the war will be romantic to the men over here. Once when they see the Statue of Liberty, again on their first day back in the hometown with the folks.
And speaking of drama, I’ve just passed up my only opportunity of being dramatic in this war. It was a tough decision either way.
Too old for heroics
As you’ve seen, correspondents at last are allowed to go along on bombing missions. I am with a bomber group that I’d known both in England and elsewhere in Africa, and many of them are personal friends by now. They asked if I cared to go along on a mission over the hot spot of Bizerte.
I knew the day of that invitation would come, and I dreaded it. Not to go, brands you as a coward. To go might make him a slight hero, or a dead duck. Actually, I never knew what I’d say until the moment came. When it did come, I said this:
No, I don’t see any sense in my going. Other correspondents have already gone, so I couldn’t be the first anyhow. I’d be in the way, and if I got killed my death would have contributed nothing. I’m running chances just being here without sticking my neck out and asking for it. No, I think I won’t go. I’m too old to be a hero.
Fliers agree with him
The reaction of the fliers astounded me. I expected them to be politely contemptuous of anyone who declined to do just once what they did every day. But their attitude was exactly the opposite, and you could tell they were sincere and not just being nice.
One of them said:
Anybody who goes, when he doesn’t have to, is a plain damned fool.
Another pilot said:
If I were in your shoes, I’d never go on another mission.
A bombardier with his arm in a sling from flak said:
You’re right. A correspondent went with us. It wasn’t any good. He shouldn’t have done it.
To hell with vanity
A lieutenant colonel, who had just got back from a mission, said:
There are only two reasons on earth why anybody should go. Either because he has to, or to show other people he isn’t afraid. Some of us have to show we’re not afraid. You don’t have to. You decided light.
I put this all down with such blunt immodesty because some of you may have wondered when I’m going along to describe a bombing mission for you, and if not, why not. I’m not going, and the reason is that I’ve rationalized myself into believing that for one in my position, my sole purpose in going would be to perpetuate my vanity. And I’ve decided to hell with vanity.
Ernie Pyle and ‘That Girl’ are rewed by proxy
He’s in Africa; she’s in New Mexico as ceremony is performed
“That Girl” and Ernie Pyle were remarried yesterday in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The marriage was by proxy.
Ernie was at the front with U.S. forces in Africa when the ceremony occurred. His former (and now his present) wife, was in Albuquerque.
Ernie – roaming reporter for the Pittsburgh Press and many other newspapers – has been writing from Africa dispatches which have attracted worldwide attention.
Meanwhile, in Albuquerque, his former wife has been working for the government.
Traveled world together
For many years they had traveled around the country and the world, and in Ernie’s columns she had often been mentioned as “That Girl.” Then came a divorce.
The Pyles had a home in Albuquerque. You may remember Ernie’s columns about how it was built, and how he took time off to build a fence around the yard. It was the only home the Pyles had had for years – because Ernie’s job was to travel, and they never lit long enough to have a regular address.
Divorced last April
Ernie and his wife, Geraldine Siebolds Pyle, were divorced last April.
The marriage was performed by Judge Neil McNerney, E. H. Shaffer, editor of the Albuquerque Tribune and close friend of Mr. Pyle, acted as Mr. Pyle’s agent through authority granted by the judge advocate of the Army in North Africa.
And hundreds of newspapermen who know Ernie and Gerrie – including a whole host of our paper – offer congratulations. And are happy.
Truman Report warns of grim tasks ahead
Axis can never equal our production but U-boat, food perils stand
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Wherry wary after meeting the President
He does all the talking, Mrs. Luce says, following reception
By Richard Debrown, United Press staff writer
Washington –
The strictly-social White House reception for freshmen Congressmen developed a political aftermath today when Senator Kenneth S. Wherry (R-NE) revealed he was “more convinced than ever,” after meeting President Roosevelt, that:
No man, especially one endowed with such persuasive power, should be entrusted with presidential powers for more than two terms.
Senator Wherry’s views were contained in a penciled statement which he handed this correspondent as he left the reception last night.
He wrote:
I was fully aware of the might his persuasive powers had been to him, and I can now understand how he persuaded men to serve him and his purposes.
Constitutional limit needed
The only safeguard for the American people is to adopt a constitutional amendment limiting the tenure of office of the President to two terms.
Senator Wherry explained that during part of the reception, he had “sat right next” tp Mr. Roosevelt and had talked to him.
Rep. Clare Boothe Luce (R-CT), who committed something of a social faux pas by mentioning politics in her acceptance of the invitation to the reception, admitted she had “a very charming evening.”
Exchange ‘good evenings’
She was asked:
Did you get a chance to talk politics with the President?
She replied:
No, he did all the talking.
Mrs. Luce was asked what went on when she met the President. She replied in measure tones:
I said “good evening.” He said “good evening.” That was all.
Casablanca trip ‘interesting’
She said the President’s discussion of his Casablanca trip was the “most interesting part of the evening” so far as she was concerned.
Rep. Winifred Stanley (R-NY) seemed a little uncertain about what a freshman Republican should say after calling on a Democratic President. She begged off from comment because:
I’ve got laryngitis – anyhow, I’m not Clare Luce.
Senator Homer Ferguson (R-MI) said Mr. Roosevelt told him that after the war he would like to see three East-West and four North-South highways.
He added:
Mr. Roosevelt said that he was afraid he would have some trouble getting the projects through the Senate because each Senator would want a road to go through his state and town. I told him I didn’t care what towns the roads went through, but that Michigan would build the cars to go on them.
Will Rogers enthusiastic
Among the most enthusiastic was Rep. Will Rogers Jr. (D-CA), who said:
Gee – he’s the master. He’s simply tops. He always is and he always has been.
All told, 117 freshmen Congressmen attended.
Drinks, food, smokes
During the comparatively brief affair – the reception lasted from 8:30 to about 10 p.m. – the new members had their choice of beer and Coca-Cola, cheese and crackers, cigars and cigarettes.
As one new Senator left the ornate East Wing, he wisecracked to reporters:
War is hell, ain’t it, boys?
He was a Republican.
U.S. Navy Department (March 12, 1943)
Communiqué No. 307
North Pacific.
On March 10:
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During the morning, U.S. aircraft attacked Japanese positions at Kiska and scored bomb hits in the target area.
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Later in the morning, a force of Liberator heavy bombers (Consolidated B‑24), Mitchell medium bombers (North American B‑26) and Lightning fighters (Lockheed P‑38) again attacked enemy installations at Kiska. Anti-aircraft batteries were bombed and strafed at low level and hits were scored. Three buildings in the camp area were damaged by heavy bomb hits. Anti-aircraft fire was encountered but all U.S. planes returned.
South Pacific.
On March 11, during the early morning, Liberator heavy bombers (Consolidated PB4Y) carried out minor bombing attacks on Japanese positions at Kahili and Ballale in the Shortland Island area and at Vila in the central Solomons. Results were not observed. All U.S. planes returned.