America at war! (1941--) -- Part 2

Seek to link Nazi spy suspect with fatal blast at World’s Fair

Fall hosiery to be opaque, milady! As for sheer – it just won’t even be

Supreme Court says FCC powers stifle free press

Congress clash perils funds of 16 war agencies

Row over OPA and OWI as fiscal year wanes may block money bill

Editorial: Wallace blast emphasizes friction within New Deal

Editorial: Prejudice

Passengers on a Long Island Railroad train moving in the wrong direction are reported in our own news columns to have laughed and speculated upon the possibility a woman motorman was in the cab. Just what would there be about a woman at the controls to make passengers think that explained the train going in the wrong direction? The passengers seem to have fallen into the stubborn prejudice that women taking on men’s jobs do things badly. Anyway, wasn’t it a man, Wrong-Way Corrigan, who flew his airplane East instead of West?

The Free Lance-Star (June 30, 1943)

Surprise air-raid test is successful

Blackout last night is second here in less than week; few violations

GOP would probe Wallace charges

Democrats adopt hands-off policy in row with Jones; Roosevelt blames the press

Federal troops stop threatened race riot

Passaic, New Jersey (AP) –
Federal troops held a crowd of several hundred persons in check to prevent a threatened race riot last night, after city police had left the scene in belief the danger was over.

Persons at the scene, the intersection of Main Avenue and Summer Street, said the trouble started when some soldiers left a tavern and became engaged in an argument with some Negro girls. A report that one of the men had knocked down a 16-year-old girl spread through the neighborhood and the crowd collected.

The Pittsburgh Press (June 30, 1943)

Ernie Pyle V Norman

Roving Reporter

By Ernie Pyle

North Africa – (by wireless)
The letters you readers write to me here in Africa begin with everything from “Dear sir” to Hi, Ernie.” Any columnist can expect a nasty letter once in a while, but you have yet to write me a nasty one. Maybe you’re just saving up to slaughter me all at once.

Many of you write long letters about how things and people are in your hometown, just as though that were my hometown too. I like that. Your letters have kept me pretty well informed on the progress of rationing, shortages, and public spirit at home.

Most of you write from your own goodness just to tell me you enjoy the column. A few of you make unusual requests such as asking for an Algerian postcard to add to your collection, or a camel bell, or a dissertation on the ancestry of Tunisia’s black and white sheep. Unfortunately, there had not been time for me to comply with these requests.

A number of you have asked me to send you the names of soldiers who get no mail so you can correspond with them. I shall have to fail you there too, for I have never known a soldier who didn’t get any mail, and I can’t go around asking each man if he’d like somebody to write him.

About a third of you ask me to look up your sons and husbands and brothers and say hello. Once in a while, I just happen to be near the outfit you mention when your letter comes, but those are just coincidences. Ordinarily it would be like writing to me in New York and asking me to look up somebody in Chicago, for our Army has grown to be that big over here.

Many of you have asked me to look up sons you haven’t heard from for a couple of months and see if they are all right. I can’t do that either, but I can tell you this – no news from your boy (dissatisfying though that may be) is almost always good news. For if anything serious has happened to him, you’ll hear about it from the War Department long before you would have begun worrying because of the lack of letters.

The absence of letters is usually due either to a jam in the mail service or to the fact that he just isn’t writing as often as he should.

A small percentage of my letters are from families who have already received the dreaded telegram from the War Department. Those telegrams are stark, blank things – they deal you the blow and leave you hanging in thin air. Your letters ask me to try to find out all the little details of how it happened and let you know. How I wish that it were possible. Those are the letters I would give anything to comply with. Those of you who have lost close ones seem to write so beautifully, so resignedly, and so patiently, that it is doubly hard on me to be forced to do nothing about your letters.

At first, I did try, and I was able (largely by the freak circumstance of having been there at the time) to send details home to a few parents. But now those letters have grown to the point where I dare not even try anymore to get the details of the death or capture of any one person. It requires days of tracing down through headquarters records, and then either a personal trip hundreds of miles or a long letter to his commanding officer or his buddies.

All this would be a full-time job, not for just one man but for a whole staff. It would require a full-fledged information bureau.

I know how you feel – you think to yourself:

But surely, he could find time to answer just this one request.

That’s true. I could find time to do one. But it isn’t just one. There are scores of them. If I were to obey my impulse and carry out these touching requests, I would have to stop writing the column altogether.

No matter how it may seem to you who read our stuff, a war correspondent works mighty hard. We all do. Spare time is something that has ceased to exist for us. The War Department accredits us here to write for you publicly, and the minute we stopped doing that, we would be sent home.

That’s the way it is. And so, this column is addressed to all you readers who have written me, and even to a large percentage of my friends back home, to tell you why I can’t answer your letters individually, and yet to thank you from the bottom of my heart for writing them.

U.S. Navy Department (July 1, 1943)

Communiqué No. 429

South Pacific.
On the night of June 29‑30, Avenger (Grumman TBF) torpedo bombers and Dauntless (Douglas) dive bombers attacked the airfield, the stores and camp areas at Vila, Kolombangara Island.

On June 30:

  1. A formation of Mitchell (North American) medium bombers, Dauntless dive bombers and Avenger torpedo bombers attacked Japanese defensive positions and camp area at Munda, New Georgia Island. A large fire was started.

  2. Commencing in the early forenoon and continuing until late afternoon, an estimated total of 110 Japanese planes comprising Zero fighters, Mitsubishi medium bombers, Aichi dive bombers and various other types attacked at intervals U.S. naval forces during the landing at Rendova Island, New Georgia Group. U.S. surface units and air forces destroyed 65 of the enemy planes according to an incomplete report. 17 U.S. planes are reported missing.

  3. The transport McCAWLEY (APA-4) was attacked and disabled by Japanese torpedo planes after landing troops on Rendova. Subsequently the vessel was attacked and sunk by a Japanese submarine. Reports indicate that all personnel were removed before the vessel sank and that there was no loss of life.

On July 1, Viru Harbor on New Georgia Island, was taken by joint U.S. forces.

Brooklyn Eagle (July 1, 1943)

Down 65 Jap planes in battle off Munda

U.S. occupies vital harbor, loses transport; men safe

Allied fliers bomb Sicily night and day

Continue offensive to soften Italy’s outer defenses

Mayor gives meat order despite OPA

He acts to start flow from packers to city retailers

Capital jury finds white slaver guilty

Subs cut Italy’s supplies; King pleads with Duce for Rome

Urges Duce declare it an open city

Eisenhower urges Giraud’s retention

Byrnes fails to end Jones-Wallace feud

Bitter controversy may force President to intervene
By Lyle C. Wilson

Traitor Stephan to die tomorrow


Staten Island man held as Nazi agent brought here

Orgell, German-born, lived near two confessed spies

16 agencies here mobilize for national war fund drive

$125,000,000 goal set for campaign