Edson: Port Vue pilot flies China lifeline two years
By Peter Edson
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By Mrs. Walter Ferguson
Washington is inundated by WAVES. WACs are also numerous. Military women are as much a part of the local scene now as the Capitol dome.
I wonder how many of these feminine soldiers and sailors will desire to stay in the military profession after the ware Will all of them be as eager to get out of uniform as many were to get in? Will the experiences of military life change their perspectives and objectives? What would men say if the WACs and WAVES asked to become a permanent part of the military?
One Army officer who had argued eloquently that women wanting equality with men must share with them the duties of war, said he hadn’t given these questions a thought. He said:
However, it’s possible that women may wish to share military jobs in the post-war era, since they seem to be doing such a swell job at them now.
If we move into another economic decline, it is not unlikely that women who have earned their stripes during wartime will decide to remain in the same positions afterward. Many may prefer to stick rather than get out and buck the civilian world again.
Congress and the War Department, of course, have the power to usher them out of service. But what kind of treatment would that be? If it is the duty of women to join the Armed Forces in order to help save the nation, it may also be the duty of men to allow them to share its military peacetime projects and pay.
And what about a feminine West Point and Annapolis for training women soldiers for the next war?
Rise in prices believed checked for duration
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5-10% of younger workers face call
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By Ernie Pyle
NOTE: Mr. Pyle wrote this column for use following a previous article on Lt. von Ripper, which appeared Saturday, March 18. In the meantime, however, Ernie’s report of the bombing in which he suffered a slight personal injury was received and because of its timeliness published ahead of the Von Ripper story, which is concluded herewith.
In Italy – (by wireless)
You know Lt. Rudolf C. von Ripper, the soldier-artist about whom we were writing yesterday. Well, we’ll finish him up today.
Von Ripper is a soldier of fortune, in a way, yet he doesn’t look or act like one. He is intelligent, and his approach is simple rather than adventurous. He is 39, but seems younger.
He is medium tall, slightly stooped, and one eye has a cast that makes it appear to be looking beyond you. His face is long and thin, and his teeth are prominent. His knowledge of the English language is profound and his grammar perfect, but he still pronounced his words with a hissing imperfection. He swears lustily in English.
Von Ripper is as much at home discussing philosophy or political idealism as he is in describing the best way to take cover from a machine gun.
He is meticulous in his personal appearance, yet doesn’t seem to care whether he sleeps between satin sheets or in the freezing mud of the battlefield.
It is hard to reconcile the artist with the soldier in Von Ripper, yet he is obviously professional at both. It may be that being a fine soldier makes him a better artist.
His long experience at warfare has made him as cunning as a fox. You can’t conceive of his being rattled in a tight spot, and he seems to have been born without the normal sense of fear that inhabits most of mankind.
Has become legend at front
Von Ripper is so calm and so bold in battle that he has become a legend at the front. High officers ask his advice in planning attack. He will volunteer for anything.
Being wounded four times hasn’t touched his nerve in the slightest. In fact, he became so notorious as an audacious patrol leader that his division finally forbade his going on patrol unless by specific permission.
One night Von Ripper was returning from patrol and was stopped by an itchy-fingered sentry who called, “Who goes there?” The answer came back in a heavily German accent, “Lt. von Ripper.” He was wearing lieutenant bars, but his dog tag showed him to be a sergeant. It took an hour to get it straightened out.
Some sentries would have shot first and then investigated.
Out of this background as a proven fighting man, Von Ripper is painting the war. He has produced more than a hundred pictures already. His work goes to the War Department in Washington, but he hopes an arrangement might be made whereby a book of his war drawings could be published.
I believe that Von Ripper, like most of us over here, has finally become more interested in the personal, human side of war than in the abstract ideals for which wars are fought.
Trying to take heroics out of war
He says that in his paintings he is trying to take the applesauce out of war, trying to eliminate the heroics with which war is too often presented. From what I’ve seen of the work of other artists, Von Ripper is not alone in this sincerity. It’s hard to be close enough to war to paint it, and still consider it heroic.
Von Ripper’s dead men look awful, as dead men do. Live soldiers in foxholes have that spooky stare of exhaustion. His landscapes are sad and pitifully torn.
His sketches aren’t photographic at all. They are sometimes distorted and grotesque, and often he goes into pen-and-ink fantasy.
He has given me one of these, labeled “Self-Portrait in Italy,” which shows himself and another wounded man, against a background of wrecked walls and starving children, being led downhill by the bony arms of a chortling skeleton representing ultimate and inevitable death.
You get used to seeing things like that when you’re a soldier for a long time.
By Thomas L. Stokes
With Willkie in Wisconsin –
The intriguing psychological case of a young man’s political ambitions which blow now cold now hit, has intruded itself into the Wisconsin presidential primary to confuse further the situation of Wendell Willkie who is stumping this state in the interest of renomination as Republican presidential candidate.
The young man is 36-year-old Harold Stassen, three times governor of neighboring Minnesota, now flag officer of Adm. Halsey in the South Pacific. LtCdr. Stassen is having a hard time deciding whether he should be a naval officer or a candidate for President, just as another young man, a few years older, is having trouble deciding whether he wants to keep on being governor of New York or wants to run for President, meaning Thomas E. Dewey.
Wendell Willkie has no doubts. He wants to be President and he is out here weaving up and down and across this state, and weaving and shouting in his characteristic oratorical manner from every platform he can find vacant for a few minutes, to that end.
But the young men who are undecided keep bobbing up.
Both of them have been entered in the Wisconsin primary April 4 by their friends, as has Gen. MacArthur, to make this a four-man contest. Governor Dewey tried to pull his delegates out, but a majority of them wouldn’t be pulled. Publicly he has said he is not a candidate.
Dictates statement in street
Now comes Cdr. Stassen who says in a letter to Secretary of the Navy Knox made public in Washington, that he is not a candidate, but would accept the nomination by the Republican convention. He thus takes a position in a category a degree above Governor Dewey in the strange and mystifying categories which are developing in this political campaign. It would take more than a soothsayer to explain just where some of the candidates stand, including, of course, Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Cdr. Stassen’s letter was one of those minor political bombshells when it was dumped, without warning, into Mr. Willkie’s caravan as it hurried from hither to thither. It caught him at Appleton, as he was leaving the college chapel where he had spoken to the students. He was obviously surprised, but it didn’t take him long to come back.
He hopped out of his auto when it got to the hotel a few blocks away, called reporters about him. And there, in the middle of the street, while the citizens stood gaping, he dictated a statement.
He said he couldn’t tell whether “Governor” Stassen was a candidate or not. Anybody who is a candidate should discuss the issues and if he is not in a position to do so – as Cdr. Stassen obviously is not – then he should withdraw from the race. It was blunt, and no mistake.
Common ambition divides them
Just before that, in the college chapel, Mr. Willkie had told off both Gen. MacArthur and Cdr. Stassen by saying that when he, himself, went to war in 1917, he devoted himself “entirely to that cause, knowing I could not possibly understand or do anything about outside issues until the war was over.”
Harold Stassen was Mr. Willkie’s floor manager at the 1940 convention. He advocates, both domestically and internationally, a program similar to Mr. Willkie. The two cooled off in their relations when both became ambitious for the 1944 nomination.
Logically, the two belong on the same side in the brewing fight within the Republican Party. But a common ambition divides them.
The young men are causing Mr. Willkie lots of trouble while they make up their minds.
Nazi subs stay away from baby carriers in Atlantic waters
W. C. Heinz, North American Newspaper Alliance
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Sergeant, in Deshon Hospital, says hardest thing in world is to lose sight of eye
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Post-war permits to build asked
By Si Steinhauser
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Völkischer Beobachter (March 23, 1944)
Eine ‚Internationale Körperschaft‘ soll nun die jungen Völker niederhalten
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Eigener Bericht des „Völkischen Beobachters“
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U.S. Navy Department (March 23, 1944)
For Immediate Release
March 23, 1944
Liberator bombers of the 7th Army Air Force and Liberator search planes of Fleet Air Wing Two bombed Ponape and Kusaie on March 21 (West Longitude Date). Large fires were started among warehouses and barracks.
Ventura search planes and Hellcat fighters of Fleet Air Wing Two, Liberator and Mitchell bombers of the 7th Army Air Force, and Dauntless dive bombers and Corsair fighters of the 4th Marine Aircraft Wing bombed four enemy‑held atolls in the Marshalls. An ammunition dump was observed to explode on one atoll and fires and explosions were seen on others.
Seventy tons of bombs were dropped in all these operations. All of our planes returned.
The Pittsburgh Press (March 23, 1944)
Enemy troops invading India periled
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