COUGAR SCREAM

THE UNITED States has vast and vital interests in the Pacific, so vital that our lifeline to the Orient must be kept open with all possible energy. Our interests are in raw materials that are not obtainable elsewhere in the quantities we ned.

Best known of these vital imports are tin and rubber, but they are by no means the only materials for which we look to this far corner of the world. Chromite, manganese, and tungsten for hardening steel; kapok for making life preservers; graphite for lubricating the machines of modern war; mica for insulation; manila fibre for making rope; the tea that we drink and pig bristles for brushes --these and countless other things required for our national welfare we intend to get from the Far East and the Pacific.

Tin is probably the most important of our Pacific imports and the one hardest to replace. We consume more than 100,000 tons of tin a year, produce practically none.

Our situation in rubber parallels that of tin. Ninety-eight per cent of our crude rubber supply, and we are consuming more than 600,000 tons a year, comes from the Orient. In no other part of the world are the quantities we obtain available.

Manganese, chromite, and tungsten are also drawn from the Pacific area. If steel is the bone of modern warfare, these alloying elements are its marow. They make tough, hard steel, the kind that is used for armor plate and for projectiles that will pierce armor.

Mica, particularly mica splittings, also are involved in the Pacific. We get 90 per cent of our present supplies of this vital material from India, the remainder from Madagascar. Mica splittings provide the insulation necessary for electrical equipment, and we can not do without it.

All of the world's supply of Manila fiber, from which rope is made, comes from the Phillipines area. There is no substitute for it, and nothing takes the place of rope where rope is needed.

Then there are a world of things of lesser importance, such as sisal, burlap and jute, tapioca, tea, antimony, cobalt, tung oil, copra, mahogany, camphor, nutmegs, and pepper. -------Div. of Information Office -------Emergency Management

"I MEAN to stand upon the Constitution. I need no other platform. I shall know but one country. The ends I aim at shall be my country's, my God's and truth's. I was born an American; I live an American; I shall die an American; and I intend to perform the duties incumbent upon me in that character to the end of my career. I mean to do this with absolute disregard of personal consequences. What are personal consequences? What is the individual man. with all the good or evil that may betide him, in comparison with the good or evil that may befall a great country in a crisis like this, and in the midst of great transactions which concern that country's fate? Let the consequences be what they will, I am careless. No man can suffer too much, and no man can fall too soon, if he suffer or if he fall in defense of the liberties and Constitution of his country."

--Daniel Webster
--July 17, 1850

"All hands on deck. Prepare to abandon ship. MAY GOD BE WITH YOU !"

This was the order spoken through the microphone by the commander of the Repulse when there was no hope of saving the ship. "MAY GOD BE WITH YOU!" To preach this sermon to hundreds of dying men would be thought worthy of the labours of a lifetime of an apostle of Christ. God speaks in Holy Scripture: "Fear not, for I have redeemed thee, and called thee by thy name: Thou art Mine. When thou shalt pass through the waters I shall be with thee: and the rivers shall not cover thee: when thou walk in the fires thou shalt not be burned."

Those men met their deaths doing their duty and serving their country. The captain's words were a reminder to them and a prayer to God. It is a prayer that God would hear and every man who then thought of God with contrition and love would save his soul in losing his life.

TO OUR recently reported draft of new recruits, we extend the above traditional sea-going greeting.

You have come from far distant states and from varied routines of civilian life. Now everything seems strange to you. Your dress, drill, and discipline are uniform; your personal preferences are secondary; you're in the Navy now!

One of the prime necessary requisites of a sailorman is the ability to conform with circumstances as he finds them -- to capably step into this or that particular spot--to perform whatever required duty assigned. In a word, to be at all times "in the groove".

Today you find yourselves aboard the newest battleship in the United States Fleet. You -- any one of us -might find himself transferred to other duty--a destroyer, a transport, a tanker. Life aboard each is different. Conformity to that life is essential. A ship--any ship--is as valuable and as efficient as the men who man that ship. The human element determines that degree of efficiency.

Every ship in the Fleet strives to be the number-one ship of its type, of its force, of its division. The WASHINGTON is no exception. The number-one ship must have the number-one crew. Upon every man rests this responsibility.

So—WELCOME A B O A R D ! !--Sailors. May you earn and deserve that title of titles, the honor to be called and to be MAN-O'-WARSMEN!

It's surprising what can be done with the English language:
One ornithological specimen with Icarian facilities and with Pegasus alae non-emancipated because of manual restraint is commensurate with two identical ornothological denizens of homocotyledonous environs.

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."

'Tis said the world doesn't need to worry about the men whose sun tan is on the back of his neck. In the language of fables that is supposed to mean that one who works will always get along all right.

It is indeed a surprising thing that work is the solution of so many things. Perhaps it is because it directly opposes that most common urge which is to seek ease. Labor-saving devices flood every market. But why save labor? No one is more miserable than one who is idle.

Maybe the Navy learned this lesson about men's way a long time ago. Maybe that's why the Navy is said to do things the hard way. That, however, is not the point of our story.

The point is that the Navy has the utmost respect for the man who will work and none for the man who will not. So--if you wish, the secret of success in this Navy, you have it in one word-- WORK.

The sea-faring man learns soon to note the direction of the wind before he spits else he may get it back in his face pronto! Drawing a parallel, we give you the direction in which approval, appreciation, and progress blow in the Navy: It is behind the back of the man that is bent to his task. He will take hold of the job that is given him and do it well. He will be getting the sunshine of somebody's smile where smiles play like the warm sun itself on the bended back of the laborer.

"Two heads are better than one, three are better than two; but when a plan is reached, let there be one commander. Only one! Let the other obey. I would rather obey a man, whose talent for command I thought inferior to mine, than make the unwise effort to attempt to share authority." -------Lord Captain Tros of Samothrace

It has been reported that members of the naval service on active duty who desire National Service Life Insurance may now apply for it without medical examination. The time limit is 120 days from December 20, 1941.

Ten thousand dollars is the maximum of such insurance that may be carried. If one has but part of that amount in effect and desires to increase it to the full $10,000, he may do so. Allotments to cover payment of premium for December or January will be accepted when mailed or placed in official channels during those months even though received after the end of those months.

No official word concerning the above has been received on board. When and if definite information is available -- all hands will be notified.

I thank you God, with all my heart,

For all that you've given me;

For my two eyes, by which,

The wonders of your world I see.



Th breezes rustling thru the trees,

With both my ears I hear,

The birds, the bees, the chickadee,

Proclaim that you are near.



I smell a sweet aroma,

In the presence of a flow'r,

The fragrance of the air connotes

Your all-embracing pow'r.



I feel the gentleness of rain,

The softness of the snow,

A sunny morn, a chilly eve'n,

Are gifts from You, I know.



I taste the goodness of a plum,

An apple, or a pear,

I drink, and water from the spring,

Tells of Your presence there.



So many wonders are perceived,

With five gifts given me,

My heart rejoices, offering thanks,

 0h Lord of All, to Thee.

                                  ----J. A. Stanley

This chain letter was started in Reno in the hope of bringing happiness to tired husbands. Unlike most chains, this requires no money. Simply send a copy of this letter to five male friends, then bundle up your wife and send her to the fellow whose name appears at the top of the list. When your name works to the top, you will, in return, receive 15,176 gorgeous girls. Have faith. Do not break the chain. One man broke the chain, and he got his wife back."

------Great Lakes Bulletin

He crept upstairs, his shoes in hand, Just as the night took wing; And saw his wife, four steps above, Doing the same darned thing.

The gum-chewing gob,
And the cud-chewing cow,
Are somewhat alike,
But different somehow.
What is the difference?
Ah, I see it now!
It's the thoughtful look
On the face of the cow.

A popular song is Loch Lomond. Though only put on paper about sixty years ago, the song is several centuries old. Its story will amaze those who picture someone racing along mountain tops, pursued and eventually overtaken by someone else below.

Highland legend tells how Tain Macaoldh was lying in Carlisle Prison, condemned to be executed the next morning. His swethart visited him, but was not allowed to enter the prison gates. So from the condemned cell her lover sang Loch Lomond to her.

The "high road" that she will take is the king's road to Scotland. But before she crosses the border her lover will have taken the "low road" of death and will be in Scotland before her.

Once the story behind the beautiful air is understood, singers perform it with fresh feeling--a natural reaction, as anyone who has heard it sung in the Highlands will tell you.

A jobbernowl"s accouchment manifests itself in concurrent unison with the synchronization of each chronologically sexdecimal subdivision of the hour - "A fool is born every minute."