October 1944

SOULÉ SALUTE

IRON AND STEEL PRODUCTS

*Photo: Edw. L. Soulé watches USS YSD No. 65 go down the ways to complete the Yard's YSD contract with the Navy*

VOL. 2, NO. 7     Published Regularly by and for Soulé Steel War Workers     OCTOBER 15, 1944

Last of the YSDs Gets Rousing Farewell

*By PETER F. CULCASI*

There was festivity in the air as friends and relatives of the men working at Islais Creek Yard gathered around the speaker's platform. Once again they met to witness an Islais Creek launching program . . . this time the termination of our YSD contract. Now, we have launched the last of a string of probably famous salvage boats. Amid a cheering, boisterous crowd, the USS YSD #65 received its share of Soulé champagne.

The program got off to a good start with the delivery of two masterful orations, one by Frank Bryant, a shipfitter at the Yard, the other by Edw. L. Soulé. This finished, our Master of Ceremonies, George Cobb, introduced the launching participants: Mrs. Clarence Fix, Sponsor of the YSD #65; Miss Betty Fix, Maid of Honor; Master Donald Fix, and our genial Superintendent Clarence Fix.

Displaying a powerful pitching arm, Mrs. Fix smashed the champagne bottle to bits against the bow of the YSD #65. She made her swing count, taking no chances against the bottle not breaking. Then, the newly christened ship slid down the path to the water. Like her sister ships before her she made an impressive picture as she floated there . . . taking in the admiring glances of the crowd who had come to see her off.

We at the Islais Creek yard no longer have to boast, we have actually proven our capabilities as shipbuilders. Naturally we are very proud of our achievements.

*Photo: Mrs. Clarence Fix exhibits a mighty swing.*

We are proud, too, of our teamwork behind Clarence Fix, on whose shoulders rested the burdens and responsibilities of this huge enterprise. We are proud to have had the support of Charlie Hoss and his gang who have come through with six of the smoothest launchings that could be desired. Since we have the right to throw bouquets at this time, we are going to say that we are equally proud of our foremen and leaders who supported their Superintendent all through the program. Names in this respect are Al Firpo, O. Cornell, G. Neubrand, C. Boux, L. Crane, C. Ehing, R. Harder, P. Iorio, C. Sealand, A. Papin and P. Slowik. They are testimonial of the hard work and cooperation which is indicative of the men working at the Creek Yard. Incidentally, while we are still at it, hats off to those charming ladies in the Accounting Office for their noble assistance in the trimming of the champagne bottles and other decorations for our boats.

We know for a fact that three of our ships are now in the heart of the war zones. Many lives have probably been saved because of them. Aircraft carriers, in the heat of battle, cannot turn back to pick up disabled planes and men. Consequently, our YSD salvage boats must be playing a great part in the big show, especially in the South Pacific. Yes, Islais Creek, the Navy salutes you . . . you have aided greatly in the shortening of the war.

Mr. Edw. L. Soulé's Speech

Fellow War Workers and Friends: Today, as we tune in our radio, we hear glorious news of Allied advances and victories that are happening on the Continent of Europe. It is an accomplished fact . . . the war with Germany is won. "V" Day or Armistice Day has not yet been proclaimed, but in a short space of time, internal confusion and disintegration within their own ranks, helped along with some forceful persuasion on the part of our Allied fighting forces, will settle the dastardly attempt of Nazi domination for a long time to come. All of you have played a part in helping to bring our European enemies right up to that last court of "unconditional surrender."

And the Allied forces have before them the consummation of the second part of the job—out in the Pacific. Further charting and planning is now going on at Quebec to apply the rule of some intense bombing upon the Japanese, as we and they both know that war has been legally declared. We stand ready to contribute our part to bring this wayward nation right up to the same court of "unconditional surrender."

In a few moments, we will see the last of our YSDs go down the ways on its long journey into the seas of the Pacific. It does not seem so long since the day we celebrated the launching of the first YSD. And yet, in the interval since, during which we have completed five more of these ships, let us be reminded that thousands of our American boys have given their lives as great battles have been fought and won for our Cause.

The management recognizes that it takes teamwork to win, both in the factory and on the battlefield. Not only the teamwork among ourselves here at the Yard, but teamwork between all factors that contribute to production. So in commemorating the completion of our 6th and last YSD today let us pay tribute to the teamwork and cooperation that has brought success to our efforts.

In the meantime we have a job to do. We have yet to complete contracts for other vessels. The LCM(6)s are being built at a curtailed rate; the fleet of YFs and YCs and commercial tuna boats will keep us busy well in 1945. The Navy is counting on us, and we are not yet "mustered out."

Frank Bryant Speaks for Fellow Workers at Launching of USS YSD 65

The launching of a ship is a time set apart to witness the transformation of steel, materials and fin-

*Photo: Lieutenant A. O. Tate represents the Navy at launching.*

ished supplies into a new unit—a unit with a name and purpose different from those of its component parts. It is a time for reflection and appreciation of the talents of each workman and the effort he has made.

This is our purpose in meeting here today. Long hours of labor have been expended. Problems have been met and solved. Each of us has applied himself with a proficiency which showed pride in his work. Now the ship has been completed to the satisfaction of inspectors and engineers and is about to be placed into service. But before sending her down the ways, it is well to ponder a bit upon the significance of our achievement.

The building of this vessel was not a matter of placing one piece here and another piece there in automatic fashion. Engineers and designers alike made no attempt to anticipate or explain the myriad problems which arise during construction. Their work was only to draft and plan...ours to put into effect. Bit by bit we have carried out our assignments and built up the works of each other, keeping always in our minds the vision of a completed ship—a vision which now stands before us, a reality—a finished product upon

*Photo: Mrs. Clarence Fix, Sponsor of the YSD #65, and her Maid of Honor, Miss Betty Fix stand ready for the big moment.*

which we stand for justification of our techniques and worthiness to bear the responsibilities with which we are entrusted.

Of equal consideration are the environmental conditions surrounding the construction of this ship. Working today during trying times, burdened by our struggle against insidious forces that would engulf us, hounded by ever-present distraction, fatigued by long hours and yard work, engrossed in the pursuit of our own interests, it is a tribute to you men of the yard that you have shouldered the burden placed upon you. You have met the demands for productions with quantity and high standard performance, yet never lost sight of the dignity of

your fellow workmen nor the need for the use of their trades.

So it is that this structure of steel, in addition to its appeal to our creative instincts, has become an embodiment of the pleasant memories of our associations—associations which make it appear more alive than inanimate, more compassionate than cold. As she rests in her cradle, awaiting the consummation of her nativity and the christening of champagne which will send her down the ways to join the order of naval ships, it is as though she, in admiration of her own beauty, looks down upon us with favor, realizing the problem she has been, agrees that the manner in which we built her is worthy of expres-

*Photo: Frank Bryant, shipfitter at the Yard speaks for the men who have built the YSDs.*

sion in a summary evaluation, or "a good job well done."

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Los Angeles Plant Wins Its Star

Soulé Steel, at Los Angeles, is keeping pace with the San Francisco Plant in winning recognition from the Navy Department. Mr. N. E. Dawson, Vice President of Soulé at Los Angeles, has been notified by Admiral C. C. Bloch, Chairman of Navy Board for Production Awards, that the Los Angeles Plant's Army-Navy "E" Burgee is to receive its first star.

A letter from Admiral Bloch stated: "At the last meeting of the Navy Board for Production Awards, the Los Angeles Plant of the Soulé Steel Company was considered for a renewal of the Army-Navy 'E' Award. It is with great pleasure that I inform you the renewal was granted. Accordingly, a new flag with one star affixed will be forwarded to you in the near future.

The men and women of the Los Angeles Plant have achieved this high honor by continuing their splendid production in such volume as to justify this renewal of their award. In the first instance it was difficult to win the Army-Navy 'E' and by meriting a renewal, the management and employees have indicated their determination and ability to support our fighting forces by supplying the equipment necessary for ultimate victory.

The Navy Department extends its hearty congratulations and desires to express a fervent hope that future production will be even more outstanding."

Did You Know

by Joe Romero

... That the nice looking young lady known as Edna Van Leuvan, who is doing a nice job of welding on our boats, is studying to become a Doctor? Nice going, Edna... we will come up and see you some time when we feel like cutting up.

... That Nadine Howe, one of our very capable crane operators, was one of the young ladies who would answer your request thru a juke box? "Psst," she just got married... I'll have the last name for you real soon.

... That Frances Anello, that very pleasant young lady who dishes out the food in the Cafeteria, used to be a guard over at the Richmond ship yards? Well, well!

... That Virgil Culp, the burner in Kenny Bucknell's department, is quite a hand at sculpturing and art? I have seen a few pieces of his sculpture... real clever, I'd say.

... That Johnny Scagliola finally became a "pop"? Yes, it was a seven pound girl. Says he is ordering a miniature fishing pole. She will have to keep up with the family tradition... "you know." Congratulations to Aunt Rena.

*Photo: Here are the men who make things bum in the Los Angeles Plant Machine Shop. Left to Right: George Kunde, Leopoldo Cecena, Arlum Pavitt, Ray Helpbingstine, Earl Wuestneck, Ben Wayt, Theodore Tudor, leaderman.*

The time has come at last when all of us know, and can even say without fear of condemnation, the war is drawing to a close. Victory is open for discussion. Life-breath has been put into the phrase "post war" and now it is front rank. We have won the war. The war is won. Yes, you hear those words sailing around now. Won the war? Well, practically. We're into the last mile, anyway.

What about reactions to this proclaimed victory? There have been the inevitable ones, a gradual relaxing dimming of enthusiasm, just a trifle, determination dulling just a degree, the bite beginning to slip off.

But we've won, haven't we? They can't last much longer, can they? We'll knock them out and then concentrate on the Japs.

Yes, those are the voices we hear now. And... yes... they are right, to some extent... but, for a moment, let us look on the other side of the curtain. If we home have, indeed, entered last mile of the long struggle, then what about that boy over there, you know, the one they've dubbed G. I. Joe. He must be entering the last mile, too.

What does he say? What does he think? We have to stop there. Those things must come from his own lips. His thoughts, his words, are sacred rights now. This man who walked out toward the enemy to defend his thoughts and rights must be listened to, in time, with all the grave respect that is forever due him.

No—we cannot speak for G. I. Joe. But let us try to imagine how he feels — today — right now. What is his reaction as he finds himself plunging forward on all fronts, as he hears rumors, reports of great victories, of unrest and near revolution inside Germany; of Japanese jitters, of the gradually clenching fist about the Nip Empire? Yes, they are fire and spurs to his efforts... they push him on... yet think a moment, are they not something else, to

What of that personal feeli- locked deep down in each man's heart, that common, cold knowl-

...st Mile

edge that destiny can hold but one of two things for him in this war . . . life or death. He remembers months, perhaps years, before, when he stood under fire for the first time; he'd been scared, sure, but then it had been different. For him and his buddies it was only the beginning and they knew they'd get used to it. So they adopted an attitude, all of them: "All right—if it comes—it comes — the hell with it — I'll do my best."

But now, now, down this long last mile, when already the coolest heads of our generation are measuring the possible duration of the war in months and weeks, that flame of hope that has been softly burning in the back of every G. I. Joe's mind must leap to life, be fed by the wild thought of home, family—home again, and bringing with it fear and dread.

And what of our men who yet must die. What greater bitterness, that more poignant reflection is here than that of the mother, the wife or the sweetheart of the boy who falls in battle. A week—a day—an hour before the curtain finally rings down—so close—yet so far away! That is war in its highest degree of stark cruelty.

So now, it is speed—speed—speed! If the war ended on a Friday, men would still be dying on Thursday; if it ended on Saturday, some son, some husband, some brother would still be making the supreme sacrifice on Friday.

This is the prod today for the entire world. Time—time—is the new enemy, the arch enemy. We must renew and amplify our pledge, the pledge of two years ago when we at home said, "We shall send them the tools." Those tools are needed now, those guns, those tanks, those planes, those lighters, those war bonds, that blood plasma. All needed, quickly, for smashing and overwhelming blows against the enemy, for greater impetus toward the end.

For now, we must pull the end of the war toward us, pull it like a great tug rope, pull it past that Friday with its dead, pull it to-

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"A Hitch in Hell"

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I'm sitting here thinking: of what I left behind,

And I'll have to put on paper what's running through my mind.

We've dug so many ditches and cleared so many miles of ground.

A neater place this side of Hell, just cannot be found.

There is a certain consolation tho' so listen while I tell:

When we die we'll go to Heaven, 'Cause we've had our hitch in Hell.

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We've taken a million atabrine those little yellow pills—

To elevate our systems against the fever and the chills.

We've seen a million ack-ack bursts above us in the sky,

As we run for dingy shelters, as the daisy cutters fly,

Put out those lights, and cigarettes, we hear the Sergeant yell:

This ain't no picnic, it's another hitch in Hell.

III

When the final taps are sounded, and we share our earthly cares,

We'll pull our best parade upon the golden stairs.

(Continued on page 6, Col. 3)

A Peek at the Creek

*By PETER F. CULCASI*

Well—how do you like the new name for this column??? You don't?? . . . well I know it should have been something else . . . what with the peculiar odors emanating . . . FISHERIES . . . BUTCHERTOWN . . . near by and low tide in ISLAIS CREEK.

Now that our YSD boats are a thing of the past . . . all having been launched and delivered . . . our current excitement is YF . . . a 500 ton capacity barge . . . always something big down here . . .

DID you know: That the CREEK employs S. F.'s foremost "look at the birdie" man . . . SAL VERGARA . . . a handy camera man . . . ; that we also employ S. F.'s foremost hor . . . horti . . . oh! well . . . I mean flower grower . . . CONRAD EHING . . . has a variety of pretty poses . . . ; that the CREEK is now recognized by eminent authorities . . . as the biggest little shipyard in the bay area . . . You didn't?

Best wishes . . . to PAT IORIO . . . who is now recuperating from a short illness . . . laying out in his sick bed instead of on his work table . . . miss you PAT . . .

A sure tip for all you horse race fans . . . "LUNCH HOUR" . . .

12 to 1 . . . Definition of a wife . . . one who sticks by her husband through all the troubles he never would have had if he had not gotten married . . .

NEWCOMERS . . . to the CREEK . . . taking their share of all foreign odors . . . CAMILLE BOUX . . . CLARENCE SEA-LUND . . . M. RIVERA . . . C. DROCCO . . . welcome fellas to some real people and interesting work.

HATS OFF . . . to the Safety Committee . . . or somebody . . . the men themselves I guess . . . for the astonishing record which was made here at the creek in SAFETY . . . Not a single fatality or major accident occurred during the construction of and launching of our YSD boats . . . Something to be real proud of . . .

TIME AND MONEY SAVER . . . over 300 minor scratches . . . bruises . . . flashes, etc. have been handled at the creek . . . successfully too . . . saving valuable time needed on the job not having to leave the yard . . . When you get a knock . . . see the "Doc" . . .

Well that's enough for now . . . I've got to rush home and make a formula.

*Photo: The men in the Los Angeles Keel Crew and Framing Jig Crew: Standing (left to right) George Stricker, leadman, John "Rocky" Gesselman, leadman, George Blakenship, Orville Pitts, Warren Bone, Manford O'Haver, George Teeters, Harmon Taber, J. B. Bennet. Kneeling (left to right) Wm. Germeschied, John Doiron, Ernest Woodfin, Jack Lackey, Varro Murdock. Sitting (left to right): C. D. Howell, James Bolicek, Sejus Salyers, Jesus Segura, Harry Wegner, Vincente Baca.*

Safety First

*By J. F. BENNET*

Every now and then we get an exceptionally good pose for our safety program . . . and here is one of those rare occasions. Displayed in this picture are some of the practices we want to avoid if we expect to live to a ripe old age.

Our friend Al Ditlevson says if you are going to take chances like this . . . be sure to find a better location. Note the number of the column behind Al.

This is the second of a series of pictures we have prepared for you. We hope you will like them and will study them closely for their educational value. Let's see if you can pick out an even dozen things that are contrary to safety rules and indicative of bad work practice.

Photo: *There are 2 ways of doing any job... 1 THE SAFE WAY*

Photo: *2 THE UNSAFE WAY — TAKE YOUR CHOICE*

Foremen Facts

*By GRETA SIEMENS, S. F. Plant*

Lifting his hat to see where he got his nick-name, we found that "CURLY" DINSE well deserves his. It was eighteen years ago that he was first dubbed that, and just as long ago when he started working at Soulé. He feels that women workers are just as good as men, but that the SALUTE "will be buried" because "it isn't lively enough." (O.K, we asked for it!) If you want to get on the better side of this Lighter Foreman, we suggest that you drag out your best fish tales, because surf fishing holds the most interest for him.

Photo: *Curly Dinse*

After trying for weeks to find an approach suitable for an excuse to talk with Maintenance Foreman JOE BELLINA, we caught him in the Cafeteria with his guard down and his mouth open . . . which seemed to be the time to find out just how things stand with him. He's married, has one boy, and spends all his spare time fussing around in his five acre pear orchard in Los Altos. He thinks that, contrary to his original beliefs, women workers have turned out to be steady workers and "very good" on the job. While throwing the gardenias around, he also mentioned he thought the SALUTE to be "very good . . . one of the many good things the Management has done for the workers."

Photo: *Joe Bellina*

We surprised JOE ROMERO by asking him the questions for a change, instead of having him do the asking. He's been at Soulé 17 years and joins the ranks of those High and Mighties who like to hunt and fish. Joe was the only foreman we interviewed who went so far as to say that he thought women were better workers than men. He feels that the SALUTE, however, does not devote enough space to workers . . . too much to launchings and the Creek Yard. He believes that articles of this sort are out of place . . . time and space should be devoted to plant workers other than foremen.

Photo: *Joe Romero*

"A Hitch in Hell"

*(Continued from page 5)*

The Angels will be there to meet us, and harps will gladly play, We'll draw a million canteen chips, and spend them in a day. Gabriel will blow his horn, and St. Peter will proudly yell!

"Front seats you guys from Guinea, you've done your hitch in hell.

*By Pvt. Ray Hays,* *New Guinea*

The above poem appeared in "The Yank Down Under" and was sent to us by Willis T. Cain, former employee in the Los Angeles Plant.

Assembly Line

OF NEWS ABOUT OUR PEOPLE

A former employee of Soulé Steel (Los Angeles for nine years) Bob Booth left in 1942 to join the Navy. He has served 22 months overseas and taken part in three major invasions . . . Saipan, Guam and the Marshalls. Bob joined the Navy as an apprentice seaman. At present he is a Chief Petty Officer aboard the U. S. S. President Adams.

*Photo: Bob Booth*

Bowling has become the exercise of a number of the ladies in the San Francisco Office. Among the Thursday Nighters at the Downtown Bowl are: Rose Fabbri, Virginia Aveggio, Emma Kochart, Amerlia Lazzeri and Julia Castel-anelli.

Scores will not be published at this time, but we will say Virginia and Julia have the highest scores at present with the others giving stiff competition. Watch this column for high scores in the near future. Are there others who would like to join in a pleasant Thursday night's fun and exercise?

Chief Bos'n Mate Bailey, who skippered the YSD #61, was a visitor at the San Francisco Plant recently. When he took the ship he delivered it and worked her in salvaging seaplanes. Currently he is enjoying a twenty-two day leave. We were glad to hear him say, "YSD #61 is an excellent ship and a credit to her builders."

Some day we will say, "I knew her when—..." We refer to that charming young lady who was associated with us in the office of the San Francisco plant during her summer vacation from school—namely, Sue Springer.

To show how modest a real champion can be, we just now learn, in saying our good-byes, that she is a tennis player of championship class. She reluctantly admits holding the following championships: National Junior Hard Court, Bay Counties Doubles, San Francisco Doubles.

Val Normile and Kenneth Becknell at the San Francisco Plant, designed a fine truck to hold material without spilling it all over the track. It can easily be pulled by the jeep and holds three times as much as any other in the shop. Let's put our heads together and have some more ideas like this to hasten production. Keep 'em clicking, boys.

Harry Lange is a newcomer to the Sales Department of the San Francisco Plant. He will hold the job known as pivot man and handle all orders for our products except Merchant Bars. In a pinch he will handle those also. He has a wide experience in steel products and comes to us from the Pacific Bridge Company. Harry is married and has two children. So welcome, Harry, we hope you will like us as much as we know we will like you.

*Photo: Harry Lange*

*Photo: Clarence Fix and his family at the recent YSD #65 launching.*

LOST: In the vicinity of here and there, twenty pounds (more or less) or avoirdupois. CLUE: a grease spot. Finder can keep same, with my compliments.

Signed HENRY SCHEILER.

Oh, woe is us! A personable and cooperative young lady named Greta Siemens ups and announces she is leaving us. Greta came into the Soulé Steel family (Personnel Department) from Tamalpais High School where she was connected with the Editorial Staff of that school's paper. The grape vine informed us of her journalistic abilities and she was immediately added to the Soulé Salute Staff. The September 15th issue of the Salute carried two of her contributions, namely: Foremen Facts and Short Shots. We feel, and know you readers will concur, Greta has a flair for journalism. Her parting contribution, "Man Power" appears in this issue.

On leaving us Greta is taking a short vacation and will then enter Stanford University (Cobb's influence?) where she will further her journalistic leanings.

Greta goes with our thanks for her articles and wishes for success and a word to say we will be looking for her articles in one of the feature syndicated columns soon.

Hunting, fishing, hunting . . . was all we heard for months before San Francisco's Pat Irio, Tony Romani and little Bob the painter went on their vacation. Venison steaks and big fish were promised. We expected a truck to carry back the game. Then came that Monday when we waited patiently for Tony to come in with the deer slung over his shoulder. He came . . . but the deer? They had left the only *dears* at Hoberg's, where they had spent three days. The fish must have been on vacation, too, because none were to be had.

Margaret Mindez, San Francisco, can be seen leaping from crane to crane, relieving the regular operators. Of course, it's a soft job climbing up and down around 30 times a day, isn't it, Margaret?

Irene Carrie received a swell reception on her return to the San Francisco Plant after a three months' absence. Everyone was glad to see her familiar figure behind the wheel of the jeep once more. Keep 'em rolling, Irene.

MANPOWER

*By GRETA SIEMENS*

This is a war in which every man, woman and child is called upon to help. The person that heeds that call and takes his stand in the production line is taking upon himself the responsibilities of first, a war, and then, a job. It is his duty to his country, his fellow workers and himself to stick with the work to be done until the war has ended victoriously.

On the whole, few workers at Soule have failed their purpose. Production continues on a smooth pattern. Absenteeism has almost disappeared—but not quite.

There are still men and women who do not realize their part in this war. There are those who take time off from work without sufficient cause. There are those who are absent occasionally for one minor reason or another. There are those who are absent continually—or who are "habitual absentees." These are the enemies of us all, for they halt production, and valuable time is lost.

Such a waste of time and manpower must be stopped. It is OUR job to see that it IS!

What Will You Offer?

What will you offer for America? It is generations of sweat and blood; it is generations of genius and faith; it is generations of humble toil and titanic building. It is the ally of all the free; it is the foe of every tyrant. It is matter and spirit, brain and hand, power and generosity.

It is all the remembered tastes of things. It is hot doughnuts in New England kitchens, juicy tenderloin steaks at "Charlie's"; hot dogs at a roadside stand; it is baked apples and pumpkin pie; it is spaghetti and chow mein; it is steamed clams and broiled lobsters and fried bass on a campfire beside a lake.

It is all remembered sounds. The sound of the axe in the winter woods; the swish of water past a canoe; the rattle of the "el" in the Chicago Loop; the tumult in a great plant as the machines slide past the assembly belt; the ear-splitting yells when the baseball runner slides across the plate.

Will you take out a mortgage on America? We are mortgaging America to ourselves with War Bonds. Is America gilt-edged with power? Is it underwritten with faith? Is it guaranteed with the blood of its lovers? Is America a good risk?

If America is not, then what in God's name is?

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ward the Monday, past the Monday, even quicker, ever harder, ever toward tomorrow, toward today.

And when at last it is all over, when the hush has fallen and spread, then, each of us, within his own conscience, that sanctuary where we alone may enter, shall be able to say: "We did our best."

AND IF OUR LINES SHOULD FORM, THEN BREAK

BECAUSE OF THINGS YOU FAILED TO MAKE

THE EXTRA TANK, OR SHIP, OR PLANE

FOR WHICH WE WAITED ALL IN VAIN

AND THE SUPPLIES WHICH NEVER CAME

WILL YOU THEN COME AND TAKE THE BLAME

FOR WE, NOT YOU, WILL PAY THE COST

OF BATTLES YOU, NOT WE, HAVE LOST

*a U.S. Marine*

Production and Pleasure

*By ELAINE BRADSHAW*

We must keep up production—what's the answer? It's intelligent living when we're *not* on the job. Safety rules and precautions are stressed on the job universally, but intelligent living *off* the job has been over-looked. Yes, we know that time is your own, to do with as you want—fair enough, but wait, if we may turn philosophical for a moment—in our mad pursuit of that elusive thing called pleasure, for example, do we know pleasure when we attain it? When we become men, we put away childish things; when we wish to go to a specific address, we don't just start off in any direction and leave to luck our arrival there. In other words, recreation is as important to our well-being as eating, but just as nourishing diet and regular habits make us physically well, so "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." It's apparent that individual ideas of *play* vary considerably, but observation will show that the person who has the "knack of living" is the person who has a goal, a constructive hobby, an interest in and consideration for those with whom he comes in contact and the good sense to do everything in moderation.

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