Turkey! Turkey! Turkey!
Our last issue of Argus Eyes carried Mr. Howse's announcement of the Company's Christmas gift to
each employee. Between that announcement and December 24, there ensued a mass evisceration, the
largest that Ann Arbor has ever seen. In other words, close to a thousand beautiful fowl were
cleaned and dressed for the formal presentation. Among the vital statistics of the event are the
facts that the operations started on the Sunday before Christmas and were not completed until 10 P.
M. on Wednesday night. Actually, Leigh Thomas reports that they were 400 manhours involved in the
project. We can well appreciate every minute of the time, especially since every cook knows how much
of a job it is to pluck the feathers off even the smallest chicken. When the job wás done, se
ven and a half tons of prime turkey meat had been put in shape for roasting. Santa Claus was
disguised as Sy Harding and arrived at Plant No. 1 on the dot of eleven. No reindeer were in
evidence at that hour and even though his entrance was not made via the chimney and furnace door, it
was nonetheless welcome. Plant No. 2 experienced their miracle at one o'clock. Since the task of
handing out several tons of turkey. is a heavy one. Santa's spirits were fortified by the
strengthening spirits of a case of light lager. Your editor had always enjoyed his turkey dinners at
home with a goodly number of relatives. At most there were usually but two meals made of the noble
bird ere the gleaming bones were entirely bare. This year things were different. True, there were
two turkey dinners, but they were survived by turkey pie and finally turkey soup, all exceptionally
delicious. Pass the cranberry sauce, please.
Argus Girls Play Santa Claus
The Argus bowling girls played Santa Claus to the little shut-in children at the University
Hospital. Monday night, December 21, each girl brought a gift all wrapped up with stickers and
ribbons and stuff, to the bowling alley. Rube Egeler painted a big box to put them in and our truck
driver took them to the hospital. It was really more fun than if we had had a party for the league.
Thanks to the boys at the Twentieth Century alleys for keeping the box over night for us.
Esther Schaffer gets three cheers from the many people she served throughout the Christmas
mailing rush. We really appreciated it.
Put up your money. Some people are putting up their lives!
During the month of December, 1942, the flrst aid staff treated 329 patients for accidents within
the plant. Each of these accidents represents time lost from important war production. This number
is especially appalling because most of the accidents could very easily have been avoided. In
addition to this, remember many so-called "trifles" are not brought to the nurse for
attention. Whenever you have an accident, your soldier, sailor or marine has to do with less of the
weapons of war he needs to fight for you. How to avoid accidents? Be Safety Conscious and watch the
This Factory, Too, Is In The War
On December 26th, the day after Christmas, Mary Tucker of Department 16 received a telegram from
the War Department, stating that her husband, Sgt. Harold Tucker, had been killed in action in New
Guinea. Recent news flashes indicate a victory for our forces in the New Guinea theater, but not
without cost. Mary was back at work in a few days. She has a big personal job to finish, for she has
three brothers in the Army, and Harold's brother is in a hospital in Australia. He was wounded in
New Guinea earlier.
Plant Two Patter
The Machine Shop staged a real humdinger of a Christmas party, with Christmas tree, Santa Claus,
n'everything. Following a dinner of "Chicken in the Rough" (patented), there was a
surprise for all of us. Two home-baked cakes, furnished by Mrs. Frank Andrews, ice cream, candy and
cigars. Frank Andrews made a very impressive Santa, with false face and whiskers AND a regulation
waistline. The gang presented Mr. Lawhead with a pen-and-pencil set, and clever presents were
exchanged by all the members of the shop. It was one swell party.
The biggest laugh in "This Is the Army," Irving Berlin's soldier show, is won by a
private who, berated by his superior ofïicer, points to his undecorated sleeve and says,
"Go ahead and break me. Make me a civilian."
Gets Great Pleasure From Kadette Radio
December 4, 1942. International Radio Corp. Dear Sirs: My husband and I have just been discussing
our "Kadette" Radio and marveling at the excellent pleasure it has given us for the past
seven years. We were married seven years ago in November, when we purchased our "Kadette"
and have played it day and night during that time and have yet to spend one penny on it. I think
that is well worth writing cbout. We have received lots of compliments on the appearance and, of
course, the durability of this little Model L, Serial A-3901. Thanking you for many hours of
enjoyment, I am, Sincerely, MRS. FRANK LUCIA, 1624 N. Edgewood St., Philadelphia, Pa. December 28,
1942. Mrs. Frank J. Lucia, 1624 N. Edgewood St., Philadelphia, Pa. Dear Mrs. Lucia: It is most
satisfying to receive a letter like your recent one because I know it comes from the heart. The
workers who built the set you have enjoyed so much will get a great deal of satisfaction from
knowing that a customer appreciates their work. Today, these same people are making nothing but
aircraft radios for our army and navy, but someday soon we are all hoping this will all be over so
we can get back to our original business of making producís that make people happy. Thank you
kindly for writing us. Yours very truly, International Industries, Inc. Robert D. Howse,
Put Out Fire Department
With great difficulty we were able to obtain the box score of the first Argus basketball victory.
The lads feel that good about putting out the Fire Department five that Manager Sy Harding has asked
Vern Heek to order the basketball championship trophies before any further metal shortages
interfere. The score speaks for itself, but Kelly Goss would hardly speak at all after about five
minutes of Class A play. His tongue hung out that far that he had to keep it covered to avoid its
being rationed. Glenn Harrie did not go through the wall under the East basket, though for a painful
moment or two the gym did rock. Murphy was the high scorer for our side, and the fire laddies found
that he was one incendiary they couldn't put out. The office turn-out was especially surprising and
well appreciated. We had always thought those guys were soft from excessive pencil-pushing. ARGUS B
F M P Pts. Roberts, f 1 0 1 0 2 Devlin, f 3 0 1 1 6 Tweed, f 0 1 0 3 Tuck, f.. 0 0 1 0 0 Frederick,
c .... 2 0 0 1 4 Senelli, c 0 1 2 0 Huffman, g 2 0 2 3 4 Murphy, g 3 1 1 0 7 Goss, g 0 0 0 2 0
Harrie, g 0 0 0 0 0 Bertoni, g 2 0 0 1 4 Towner, g 0 0 0 0 0 13 3 8 11 29 FIRE DEPARTMENT B F M P
Pis. Williams, f 0 0 0 1 Ehnis, f 0 0 0 S 0 Wenk, f 2 0 1 4 Stauch, f 1 1 2 Royce, c 4 2 2 1 10
Fisher, c 0 0 0 Robbins, g 0 0 1 3 Miller, g. 0 3 1 1 3 7 6 7 12 20
Club Christmas Dance Proves Big Evening
'Twas the night before Sunday, And all through the club, Every creature was stirring - But
deflnitelyü! Yes, indeed! Saturday, December 12th found the Argus Recreation Club Christmas
dance in full swing at Huron Valley Country Club. It was somebody's night to howl, but
"somebody" wasn't there, - so everybody did it for him. In spite of the fact that the
colored orchestra met with an unfortunate mishap on their way to the party and were unable to carry
out the evening, it was beautifully carried out anyway by the guests and a juke box (out and up).
The Christmas spirit flowed as freely as though "Sandy Claws" himself had attended. All
kidding aside, everyone fully enjoyed themselves, thanks to the committee: Naomi Knight, Joe Wright,
Hilda Donovan, Bernice Phillips, Verne Heek, Cecilia Birch, Herman Bauer, Jesse Cope and Jeanne
Crandell. Many thanks also to the busiest men at the party, the bartenders: Glen Harrie, Al
Clavelli, Norm Tweed and Les Swanbeck.
The Bendix Wildcats of the Argus League are feeling their oats these days. They've won a few
games in their own class and are now looking for real opposition. Word has come to us that they are
willing to play match games with any team composed of members of the Argus LADIES' League. They have
the time on Saturday afternoons and the money on paydays. No weight class limitations. For further
details, wagers, etc, communicate with Fireball Curt Adams, team representative and matchmaker.
"Freedom is the possession of ihose alone who have the courage to defend il." -
Argus Eyes For Victory!
The purpose of this publication is, in Samuel Johnson's words, "lo keep our friendships in
constant repair." ARGUS EYES for Victory is a friendly publication inlended to interest, help
and stimulaie all employees of the International Industries, Inc. The co-operation of everyone is
needed to make it the inspiraiion and consiructive help it is hoped lo be. Il will be published
monthly. EDITORIAL STAFF Editors Hal Kroll, Jeanne Crandel, Maury Doll Circulation Manager Naomi
Knight Assistant Newsboy Hal Kroll Chief Reporter "Scoop" Doll Chief Photographer
"Flash" Bills Chief Contributor Laura Egeler Chief Sports Reporter. ."Bake"
Peterson For the Argus Club Verne Heek Publishers: THE ARGUS RECREATION CLUB
January Birthdays Of Employees
Loren D. Bement, J. C. Copeland, William Covert, Ernest Darnell, Stuart Davis, Ed Dieterle, Lyle
A. Dornan, Frank C. Graham, James B. Grifïin, Maurice Howe, Eugen King, Lester Michael, Harry
D. Mills, Robert Shaltis, John W. Shanahan, Vincent Swickerath, Roy Vogan, Clement Wisner, Warren G.
Harding, Norman Edward Tweed, Edward C. Wasem, Tyyne K. Ahola, Alice Marie Arment, Christine B.
Bezirium, Augusta Butts, Mary Dobransky, Dora Eichel, Annabel Farmer, Lois Greer, Stella Harpster,
Ann E. DeLine, Irma Hillman, Elizabeth James, Elizabeth Jarvis, Anna Knieper, Olive Knowlson, Wilma
Litteral, Doris Lyons, Theresa McCarthy, Monica McKernan, Mary Martin, Hazel Braman, Selma Rowe,
Clara Schallhorn, Sylvia Spannath, Mary Tucker, Florence Whiteaker, Muriel G. ! Bradley, Katherine
Casto, Margaret Fletcher, Bernice Phillips. Tillie Polish. 'l Marie Smiley.
Letters From Soldiers
Laura and Rube Egeler. December 26, 1942 Maxton Army Air Base Argus Recreation Club: These few
words express the sincerest thanks for your kind remembrance of me during this holiday season. Your
card had a genuine effect on me, bringing to mind many memories of our short association. Things
like this help a soldier's morale. Please keep me informed from time to time on your club's various
activities. My belated greetings are sent you in this brief note. Sincerely yours,
Efficient Fire Wagon
TO THE EDITOR: A short time ago I was called to visit one ofour local faetones to see some of the
things they had done in regard to giving extra protection against fire. I was much pleased to see
that they had taken a nuniber of the recommendations we had made. Mr. Earl C. Allmand, who is in
charge of fire protection, showed me what he had rigged up to give still further protection to the
plant. The pictures included herewith show their one-man equipment assembled on the frame of a
wheelbarrow. Each unit holds the following equipment: one 212-gallon foam extinguisher, one pump
tank, two sand pails, fifty feet of garden hose, shovel, hand lantern, electric lamp with J4fty-foot
extensión cord, wrecking bar, pipe wrench, carbon tetrachloride extinguisher, first aid kit,
and a coil of rope. They have three floors to their factory and are planning to have one of these
units on each floor. Very sincerely vours,
Arm Arbor, Micrigan. A true copy taken from the July, 1942 issue of FIRE ENGINEERING - Vol. 95,
What Are You Doing About Writing To Argus Servicemen?
Get a load of this from the "Old Sarge" and then get busy. It's a copy of a V-mail
letter. Howdy, Gang! Received the "Argus Eyes" today and was it welcome! Have been here in
England for over three weeks, and mail from home is at a premium. About the best thing to keep up a
man's morale is to receive mail. The "boys" eat and sleep, just to be able to answer
"Mail Cali." So-o-o if all "youse guys and all youse gals" want to do a large
part of keeping up that morale, get out your pens and pencils and drop all the "gang" at
least a letter a week. I'll guarantee they will all be answered and greatly appreciated. I'll send
an English shilling, as a souvenir, for the first one I receive. I have written to a number of
people at the International, and Earl Allmand is the only one who has answered. Until you are in our
places will you appreciate what a comforting and feeling of security it gives a man to receive news
from home folks. I am making this appeal in behalf of all of the former employees of Argus. Let's
go, gang. I don't want my pen to get rusty. Use the "V" mail, it only takes 10-14 days to
England. Give my best regards to all the gang, and a Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year to all. By
Aldrich, the "Old Sarge"! P. S. I don't want to miss any more of "Argus Eyes."
Hal Kroll has a new song for when it gets warmer 'round these parts - "Give a Man a Horse He
Can Ride!" With the coming of winter, Hal gave up his regular equestrian schedule - the ground
got too hard! In bowling, too, he figures it's much cheaper for him to wear his arm in a sling and
pay someone to bowl in his place. Robert McFarland of the prism department passed the cigars around
when he became the excited papa of R. McF., Jr. The young champ weighed in at 8 lbs. even. Height,
21 inches. Did you hear the story about the moron who chopped off his fingers - so he could play by
ear? A widow, whose husband had died some months previously also died and when she came to the
pearly gate, asked to see her former husband. "What's his name," said St. Peter. "Joe
Smith," replied the widow. "You have to give me some better identification than
that," said St. Peter kindly. "How about his last words? We classify new arrivals by their
words on earth." "Well," she replied, "just before he died Joe turned to me and
said', 'Mary, if you ever kiss another man I'll turn over in my grave.' ' "Oh, sure, I know
him," said St. Peter, "we cali him 'Whirling Joe' up here!"
'Til let y ou off with a fine this time, but another day, 111 send you to jail."
"That's what I expected." "What do you mean?" "Fine today - cooler
Andrews Does The Honors
Good Job Well Done
Let's All Buy War Bonds
There are perhaps many who are wondering why we ao not have a Minute ivian .plag at international
Industries. To be privileged to fly that flag, ninety per cent of aii the employees must be
purchasing war bonds through the payïoll deduction plan. lt is inaeed a shame that we ao no not
yet have that percentage. The buying of war bonds and stamps is not only the duty of EVERY American,
but it is also a privilege. We are all given an opportunity to buy stock in the United States
government, and are given a thirty-three ana a third percent return on our investment. To win this
world struggle, the United Nations need equipment and materials. Part of that expense has to be met
through the sales of bonds ana stamps. All people should also realize that from the economie
stanapoint it is necessary lor us to buy as many bonds as we possibly can. To keep infiation at a
minimum and to maintain our level of purchasing power atter the successiul completion of this war,
we must now place our money in secure investments. In order to purchase these bonds, it might mean
that we would have to give up some of the things that we have thought were necessities. But the
sacrifice will not be great, and the feeling that each one of us will have in knowing that he is
doing a part in the winning of the war will more than compénsate for that. Let each one of us
ask 'ourselves this question, "What am I doing in the war effort and the hastening of an Allied
victory?" If the answer is - very little or nothing, let us resolve to do something about it.
If many of the persons who have been called into service can purchase bonds out of the small amount
that they receive, there is no plausible reason why we, who are at home, cannot place at least ten
percent of our earnings into war bonds and stamps. Those men and women in the various branches of
the armed f orces are doing their job well. Let it not be said that we are failing in doing ours to
the best of our abilities. LET'S ALL BUY WAR BONDS. - Peterson. Ed. Note: We' ve had the flags for
two months. They'll be grounded until we have a sufficiently large purchase of bonds.
Paint Shop Christmas Party
The Paint Shop had their Christmas party at the La Góndola on the Tuesday night before
Christmas. 'Midst the steaks and spaghetti they found gifts for everyone. The gang presented
"Sy" with a very good looking gold band for his wrist watch. They had a swell time, but
missed the many boys from that department who are now in the service. Due to travel restrictions, no
doubt, Santa Claus and Dan'l Cupid carne to town together during our Christmas holiday. Anyway,
Helen Murray has a diamond ring for her finger and as pink a cheek as ever a bride-to-be blushed.
Adolph Steinke, he don't know from nothing, just grins and grins from ear to ear. Our own
congratulations and best wishes for the happy couple. What are P e and F k waiting for???
Was It Worth It?
Hitler, Hoering, and Hoebbels are muchly feared and respected in some lands across the sea. We
are told that Hirvan, the Gauleiter of Glasgow enjoys a similar respect in one department across the
street. Our photographer risked his very life getting this secret informal shot of the fuhrer.
Gossip Around A Mistletoe
December 23. Soon it's Xmas Day, Everywhere around gifts are given away. To everyone a turkey
card, No one feit like working hard. A tiny little mistletoe branch Was carried in at noon by
Blanche, To hang over Miss Dorothy's chair (The girl with the big,brown eyes and hair). Bing Bigham
had the first chance for a kiss, But! - it seems, he is a big sissü! However, being a mean man,
He told the story to the rest of the clan. Walt creeps up, a sly grin on his face, To win the first
place in the race. Leslie was second; a kiss rather rough. Everyone's watching - the going is tough.
But when Dot saw the endless row, OFF she cut that mistletoe. Before making any observations, we
want to say the very first thing that we aren't very much interested in seeing any more turkey,
roasted, in sandwiches or in hash for a long, long time. We do, however, want to take this
opportunity to thank the company for our Christmas dinner. Department 10 received quite a few
Christmas cards and letters from former employees. Bernice Wubbena, who worked on a turret lathe
last summer and who is now teaching school at Onekema, Michigan, sent us a card. We received letters
from Harold Forbes and David Boomer, both in the service. Conley Graves, Walt Redies, Charles
Ceronski, Charles Miller, Wyman and Rhodes and Nellie Stalker sent Christmas cards. Bessie Butler,
now Mrs. Steven Shapardon, sent a Christmas card. We're smoking Havanas again in the Machine Shop.
They're on Louis Belleau and Herman Bayer this time. Both are proud papas. The Camera team has
entered the State tournament to be held at Jackson, Michigan, in February. Francés Hinton is
captain of this team. The rest of the team will be Ethel Jones, Mary Briggs, Mary Tucker and Ori
Wetherbee. Good luck, girls! Johnny Bandrofchak was really the lucky one when he received a real
bowling ball from his associates. E. C. Schlenker and Eric Soderholm received money gifts for the
same. Thus far, a canvass of local sources and hushed inquiries in a certain big city about two
hundred and fifty miles away (by trainnogas) have produced vague hopes for the sixteen-pounders -
but after the war is won! Fireball Curt Adams doesn't have to put his bowling ball in his pocket
when he goes home at night because his lads made him happy with a beautiful top-grain cowhide bag.
So it looks as if Schlenk and Eric are left holding the bag, if they bought the bag. Math. Prof.: If
there are forty-eight states in the Union, and superheated steam equals the accelerated distance
between Ann Arbor and Ypsilanti, what is my age? Frosh: Forty-four, sir. Prof.: Correct, and how can
you prove that? Frosh: Well, I have a brother who is twenty-two and he's only half nuts!
Charles Winans, ex-machine shopman, visited the ol' jernt a few days back when he had a day's
liberty from his duties at the Naval Training Station at Ford's in Dearborn. Sam Miller was the
busiest fellow, visiting his dad in the ! Machine Shop, his f amily at home, and somehow finding
time to get married on New Year's Day, all on one furlough, Whattaman! Dick Gainey dropped in and
told the gang a few choice tales of Army life at Selfridge Field. All the lads are always welcome
whenever they are in town. C'mon up! The girls of Department 16 and 18 are pleased to announce the
departure of Miss Josephine Kent for San Antonio, Texas. Miss Kent is to be married there I to a
Lieutenant in the Medical Corps. Her departure was so swift, we were unable to catch the name of the
groom-tobe. Recently, whenever Red Conway was heard to roll the ivories, he was only getting used to
his new teeth.
And Still Talking Shop
I arrived home from work one day last week to find a large box of boards in the hall. Upon first
glance I thought someone had been kind enough to leave me some kindling. Luckily, I didn't throw it
into the furnace, because my wife informed me that she had bought a cabinet for the kitchen. It was
one of those things that the mail order catalog lists as "shipped unassembled - easy to put
together." This is really a masterpiece of understatement, but throwing all caution aside, I
looked through the box and found a box of nails, catches and hinges and a sheet of directions. The
latter looked like a cross between the plans for the Willow Run plant and a map of the battle of
Waterloo. I carried the boards into the basement. Two or three feil off, but it didn't matter. I had
some left over anyway. I inspected the box of hardware and found that it contained two kinds of
nails - finishing nails and roofing nails. I never did find out what the latter were for; my wife
intends to keep the cabinet inside so it doesn't need a roof on it. I decided to proceed just as the
instructions stated. "First," they read, "stand upright 'B' straight upon the
floor." I tried it, but it feil over. Finally I propped it against the wall. Then I read,
"Place shelve boards in grooves in end boards with grooved edge down or if looking down from
the top with grooves up or if cross-eyed with grooves sidewise." I compromised by throwing the
shelf boards up in the air and picking them as they feil. "Then," said the instructions,
"nail spreaders 'K' to outer edge of drawer guides 'X' with the nail heads on the inside."
By that time the boards were dancing around me, shaking their fists and shouting, "Nah, nah,
you can't catch me!" I took a stifï drink and the boards climbed back on a pile. When I
was ready to put the doors on, I found that one was four inches longer than the other. I had four
drawer pulls for five drawers - I guess they're rationed, too. The directions never did say anything
about putting a top on the blamed thing, so I nailed them on from the inside too. I expect someone
will come along and let me out soon. I guess I I shouldn't have nailed myself in. We'll close with
this attempt at a rhyhme. Of all sad things, The very worst - WÊÊÊ Is an A-card
for a car With an X-card thirst.
How About An Euchre Tournament?
Because there are so many employees who are interested in Euchre, it seems that there should be
some way of establishing the champions of International Industries. Each noon hour in the various
departments, there are numerous Euchre battles going on. At all of these games there are as many
kibitzers as there are players. It would be interesting to conduct a tournament where the players
could prove their ability, and the kibitzers would be given an opportunity to play their own cards
for a change. A series of games could be played with each day's results turned in and recorded. At
the end of a given time those with the highest percentage of wins could be considered the company
champions. To add to the interest and provide some material incentive to win, prizes would be given
to those with the best average. Are there any ideas or suggestions as to such a tournament?
With the playing of the various bowi games on New Year's Day, the 1942 football season was
officially closed. The Rose Bowl game at Pasadena, Califor nia, was billed as the top battle of the
day. Despite the fact that All-American Frankie Sinkwich was far from his best due to an injured
ankle, the Buil dogs of Georgia completely outplayec the Bruins of UCLA. The final score was 9-0,
but this margin does not show the edge that Georgia had in the actua playing of the game. Only the
great defensive play of the Uclans kept the score from being much higher. The Georgia team had many
scoring opportunities, but on all but one of these the Californians put up goal-line stands and kept
their opponents from scoring. The best of the bowl games was playee at Miami, Florida, where the
Crimson Tide of Alabama defeated the Eagles of Boston College by a score of 37-21. This game
furnished more scoring than all of the other games combined, and the first half was the wildest in
the history of any bowl game. Running up fourteen points in the first quarter, the Eagles appeared
on their way to a rout. But the boys from 'Bama found a weakness in the Boston line and soon had
pounded over three touchdowns to take a 19-14 lead. Mike Holovak, the All-American from Boston
College, eame back to score his third touchdown of the game, giving his team a two-point advantage.
But Alabama scored a field goal just before the half, thus gaining a one-point advantage at
intermission. In the second half it was just a case of too many reserves for Alabama, and the Tide
won going away. Scores of the other games played on New Year's Day were: Texas 14, Georgia Tech 7;
Tennesses 14. Tulsa 7, and East All-Stars 13. West All-Stars 12. The games were all played before
capacity crowds, and were a fitting climax to a successful football season.
Argus has again entered a team in the race for the Industrial League basketball title . And even
though most of the rëgulars from last year's team have left for the service, Argus can be
depended upon to furnish a good team and cause a lot of trouble in the fight for the championship.
With Mike Sinnelli the only regular returning, Coach Harding plans on the star performer as the.
nucleus of a winning team. There will be many new face on the Argus roster this year, and these
recruits are anxious to show their abilities on the hardwood. All of the
games will be played at Slauson High ] on West Washington Street and two or three games will be
played each night. Let us support the team, and perhaps the basketball title can be added to the
softball crown that was won by the Argus team last summer.
The Old Prognosticator was sorely grieved when he was told that the lads were scoffing at his
original promulgations. You see, like Nostradamus of old, and the Daily Green Sheet on Huron Street,
O. P.'s predictions are not of a nature to be immediately divined by the inexperienced eye. In order
not to appear in the least bit biased, the Old Seer las made another group of selections. Much in
the manner of cost accounting practice (when it don't look good, take a deep breath and start again
in an opDosite direction), the old lad delved ,deep n the mystic lore and came up with as taggering
a brace of ballawoolas as ïave ever been allowed to be exposed ;o sunlight. Some gregarious
gremlins must have jostled his elbow as he lucked them from thin air. With peechless amazement and
not another word 1. Stock Room, 2. Bendix Wildcats, 3. Material Control, 4. Maintainance, 5. Tool
Room, 6. Lens - Blocking, 7. Bendix Inspection, 8. Lens - Prisms, 9. Office No. 2, 10. Lens -
Office, 11. Machine No. 2, 12. Army, 13. Cost Accounting, 14. Machine No. 1, 15, Office No. 1, 16.
Lens -Tool Room, 17. Lens - Machine, 18. Paint Shop. A clue to the true and final standings may be
found in the fact that the rank of teams in second, fif th, seventh, eighth I and cellar places
remain the same as in the original list. Try 2-5780.
For the first time this year, the Lens Tool Room was defeated three games to one, but their lead
of ten games was maintained. On December 18th the toolmakers met the red-hot Lens Blocking team, and
the pace-setters had their ears pinned back. This was the best match of the year, and the interest
of the entire league was focused upon the outcome of the battle. The blockers have been going well
of late, and they feit confident of being able to best the leaders. Their rivals, on the other hand,
were just as confident that they would continue their winning average. Because of the intense
rivalry between the teams, feeling ran high and the members of each team were rolling under
pressure. In the first two games it appeared as if the blockers were to make good their boast of
sweeping the four games. They easily won these, and had a pin margin that practically assured them
of at least three games. But after being completely outclassed in the first two, the Lens Toolroom
showed their fortitude by eking out a ten-pin victory in the final game. Now that the Lens Blocking
five has proved that the first place team can be deíeated, perhaps some of the other teams
may start cutting into the ten-game lead that the toolmakers now enjoy. With all of the other teams
in the league gunning for them each week, it is going to be a tremendous job for the number one
outfit to maintain their present advantage. The pressure will increase as the season progresses, and
if they are able to keep from tightening up and go on to win the championship, there should be no
doubt as to their deserving the crown for 194243. There are two teams in Plant No. 2
that are making serious bids for a spot up with the leaders. The Lens Oflice and Lens Prisms have
been moving up steadily until now each is challenging (Jttice No. 1 for second place. The Lens
Office has been in the nrst división all year, but lately have stepped up their pace so that
they are now but one game out of the runner-up position. The maintaining of this pace will prove a
threat to the leaders. The move of the Prisms into a tie for third place has been the most
encouraging. They were buried deep in the second división when they started their climb.
lüach week has found them moving up the ladder and into the first división so that they
are now in a contending position. With the Lens Tool Room leadmg the league and getting their
strongest opposition from other teams in Plant No. 2, the bowlers of Plant No. 1 are being shoved
into the background. Come on, all you members of the teams representing the East plant, let's start
spillmg the maples and make it interesting for the fellows across the street! Argus can well be
proud of the part that their teams have played in the mixed doubles tournaments held for the benefit
of the USO. The first of these was held in November, and the Argus leagues had the best
representation of any in the city. Our bowlers were 200 per cent above the amount set for each
bowler. The Twentieth Century alleys were eighth in the nation as to the amount turned over to the
USO, and this was made possible because of the big turnout from our teams. On December 27th, the
second tournament was held, and again our leagues led all others and made the tournament a success.
Congratulations to all who participated. There are to be more tournaments held in the future. All
who take part will not only spend a very enjoyable evening but will also be doing something for a
worthy cause. It is the hope that we shall continue to make the USO tournaments successful.
Argus Ladies' Bowling News
The Paint Shop team is still holding first place. They have been there all but two nights of the
season. One of the girls was unable to bowl any longer, so Leola Stoner replaced her. She has an
average of 156. She has high three games of 527 and also a single game of 210. She topped Laura
Egeler's high three games by one pin, but Laura stiil has high game of 212. There has been some good
games bowled by the girls. Here are some of the games over 160. Harriette Hibbard 185, Dagney Larson
174, 172, Viola Bemus 174, Clarice Lytle 185, 194, Thelma Livesay 180, 174, Clem Donner 161, Beulah
Conway 173, 180, Doris Lyons 161, 166, Francés Hill 164, 161, Ethel Jones 165, Francés
Hinton 184, 162, 173, Mary Tucker 168, 169, Leola Stoner 165, 170, 188, 180, 169, 170, 190, Sally
Kneiper 180, Charlene Stagner 166, Ethel Soli 161, Helen Yanitsky 177, Ruth Wackennut 165, Hilda
Burns 169, Julia Apple 169, 164, 168, Mary Briggs 182, 167, Laura Egeler 171, 163, 179, 178, 176,
172, 161, 199, 175, 163, 212 178, Tillie Polish 192, Kay Casto 165, Nellie Hecox 170, 191, 169, 170,
165, 179, 181. This is the first year of bowling for some of these girls. There are a lot of games
in the 150's, too. Every girl in the league has raised her average. By next year we should have a
top notch league. The Argus girls have the largest Industrial league in the city. Other high scores
are: Clarice Lytle 526 for three games, Paint Shop 756 for high team single game and Raw Inspection
has high three games of 2075.
The Symbol Of The Service Stars
Three stars I hold before me, Three service stars of blue; Two serve overseas, The youngest
called to the Colors, too. They mean three loving sons to me, They were really not mine, jod only
lent them to me For a certain length of time. 3ut our home was very happy, ror each loved each, you
see, Till I lent them to our country, As God lent them to me. Now He has them in His keeping, And He
loves them just as dear As I could ever love them, Were I to have them here. And when the whole
world honors ?he God who is kind and true, '11 take my sons and give them back he gallant three
service stars of blue.
Lots Of Fun
The 1941 Argus Basketball Team
Little Johnnie was trying to save pennies for War Stamps, but was finding the task extremely
difficult. One night he was saying in his
prayers, when his mother overheard him, plead earnestly, "Lord, please help me save my money
- and don't let the ice cream man come down this street."
Trials Of Morning Gate Inspection
War Bond Tournament
Considering the weather and the Christmas holidays, Argus turned out in a big way for the War
Bond Tournament on December 27 at the Twentieth Century Alleys. Argus people won seven of the ten
prizes paid. The prize winners were as follows: First place: Lauretta Egeler and Hank Klager, 1369,
$14.00. Third place: Opal and Gordon Stevens 1349, $10.00. Fourth place: Clem Donner and Babe
Peterson, 1339, $9.00. Fifth and sixth place tie: Ethel and Larry Jones, 1329, $7.50. Seventh place:
Mary Briggs and Irv Braatz, 1316, $6.00. Eighth place: Ruth Wackenhut and Tony Rupas, 1305, $5.00. _
Tr-ith place: Kathryn Harrie and Haroid uoidman, 1302, $.00. All prizes were paid in defense stamps.
In this tournament Clem Donner bowled a better than perfect game. She bowled a 199 game and received
a handicap of 102 pins, making her game 301 pins. We feel that this tournament was a success and
hope for more than this when the U. S. O. tournament is held in the near future. Thanks to everyone
who took part in helping to win this blasted war.
Dewett Brown and Kay "Paducah" Rudolph have enlisted in the Army Air Corps. Kay is
staying at home in Paducah, Ky., until he is called up, but Brother Brown has returned to his old
job in the Machine Shop, where he will continue to Heil Hitler by remote control until he can get a
little closer. Rex Guiñan, far-famed as the Dexter Flash, has also enlisted, but in Uncle
Sam's Navy. Charlie Smith is in the Marine Corps and Kenny "Fats" Byers is being inducted
into "butter and meat and coffee for breakfast." Mavis Carlson of Machine Shop in Plant 2,
more familiarly known as "Blondie," is likewise sporting a brand new diamond ring. The
lucky man is Frederick Garick of Ypsi, a worker in the Bomber Plant. They plan to be married on
February 20th. One of Gauleiter Girvan's friends went duck hunting a few weeks ago. Seeing a bird
high in the sky, he took a single shot at it and down it came. Later he regretfully remarked:
"I needn't have wasted that shot. The fall would have killed him."
Takes Care Of Everything
Bill Thompson was proud pappaing about his year-old son. The little feller would conscientiously
replace tinsel he'd knocked off the Xmas tree. We marveled at the child's sagacity until the Great
Girvan popped off with a story about his j BABY. The newsboy slipped on the steps of the Girvan
ménage and hurt his leg. Forsaking his four o'clock bottle, Baby G. picked up the papers and
finished the route for him. We hear that the Zoellner offspring (junior size) occupies himself in a
gainful manner by keeping the walk clear of snow.
'twas The Day Before Christmas In Inspection Department No. 44
Special to Argus Eyes by
With Christmas comes the feeling of good-will towards one's fellow workers and friends. And so it
was in the warm spirit of the season that the inspection department celebrated the holiday. In one
corner of the room stood an appropnately-sized tree replete with decorations, a gift for each member
of the gang under its boughs. Amid all this splendor, the first part of the regular lunch hour was
spent with eating Chicken-in-the-Rough, to the immense satisfaction of all but the chickens. With
this repast safely stowed away, Ol' Saint Nick Perini passed out - the presents. Everyone received a
gift while chewing on candy (courtesy Chet Wisner, Kathryn Steinke and Mr. Perini). Mr. Perini
received a gorgeous Schaeffer pen-and-pencil set from the department. We know he was surprised and
deeply touched - he was speechless! Kathryn Steinke received a beautiful plastic pin-and-earring set
from the girls. Climaxing this celebration was the session with Santa Harding, when each employee
was the recipiënt of a superduper turkey. And so, with light hearts and heavy turkeys, everyone
went home to spend the happy holidays with their loved ones. Clifford Coniway, employed in the
Engineering Department of Plant No. 2, became a daddy once more when Jo Ann' Coniway was born on
January 3, 1943. She started out in this world at 6 lbs 5 oz.
Sant? aaut'lS'?. DeC6mber fUnd the Night Guard exhau is note on Ed Stoezer'. desk, addressed to
Dear Old Uncle Santa Claus: Please send some of the night guai-ds some heavy winter underwear, for
it will save at least two tons of coal every Incidentally, the night guards can't really decide
whether they are policemen or firemen, especially on Sundays.
The lasí "Guess Who?" juvenile piciure we printed was Ihal of one of ihe
ediiors, of course. Specifically, had you gone around fo the Kroll residence aboui twenty-five years
ago, you could have seen the original and saved yourself some guessing. For this first issue of the
new year, a treasured porirait has been rediscovered. The pholograph is THAT unique we are offering
a cash prize of Tweniy-five Dollars to the one person who correctly guesses the full name of the
adult whose childhood grace was captured here. There is nothing to buy, no neighborhood grocers to
send in, no box tops to collect. Follow the seven simple rules, and who knows, maybe YOU will win
the Twentyfive Dollars. THE RULES 1. Contest closes February 1, 1943. 2. Only one entry may be made
by a contestant. Enfries must be written and signed with your own name and department number. 3.
Answers must be sent to CONTEST EDITOR- ARGUS EYES. 4. All entries become the property of Argus Eyes
For Victory. 5. The decisión of the judges is final. 6. This contest is open to all members
of the Argus Recreation Club, except those presently or formerly employed by International
Industries, Incorporaled, or their friends or members of their families. 7. Duplicale prizes will be
awarded in the event of a tie.
The Week Before Christmas
'Twas the week before Xmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a
mouse; The girls were all present and dressed up with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
there. The presents were nestled all snug by the tree, While the girls had visions of Sationery. And
you in your slimness and I in my fat, Had just settled down for a program of that, When out in the
kitchen there rose such a clatter, I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter. Away to the
doorway I flew like the sands, Tore open the door and threw up my hands. The light in the kitchen
across the hall Showed a pan of chili, and that isn't all. For there to my wandering eyes did appear
Some grand apple pie, "Oh dear! Oh dear!" Mary's a good cook, so lively and quick. I knew
I'd eat so much it must make me sick. Much faster than eagles, the girls, they came, And we whistled
and shouted and I called each by name. "Now Ann! Now Ruby! Now Tyyne! and Zoreta! "On Mary
On Ethel! and on Oreitha! Around the table and each have a chair. Now don't eat it all, that
wouldn't be fair." As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an
obstacle, mount to the sky, As if by magie, the silverware flew, With spoons full of Chili and Apple
Pie, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard by the tree The prancing and pawing of that little Ruby.
As I raised my head and was turning around, Out of the front room Ruby came with a bound. She was
covered all over from her head to her foot With snowflakes and cotton and other loot. In her hand
was a package just the same, She had hunted all over 'til she'd found her name. Zoreta's eyes how
they twinkled! And Ann so merry! Tyyne's cheeks were like roses; Mary's nose like a cherry! Ora's
cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And she laughed so hard that she gave a blow; The stump
of her thumb she held tight in her teeth. And the snow on Ruby's head shone like a wreath. Zoreta's
broad face and little round belly Shook when she laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. She was chubby
and plump, a right jolly elf, And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself. A wink of Mary's eye
and a twist of her head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. She spoke not a word, but went
straight to her work, And piled all the presents - then turned with a jerk. And laying her finger
alongside of her nose, She handed me a gift, "Well, what do you suppose?" I sprang to my
feet, "Gee, I'm glad this is done, Even if writing a poem is lots of fun. Now let's all exclaim
'ere I sink out of sight, Happy Xmas to all, and to all a good night!"
There Is A Santa Claus
Who says there ain't no Santa Claus? I know there is. And that's because I saw him in our factory
the other day, A-givin' great, big turkeys away. He was dressed all in red, Quite jolly and fat. Now
what do you people Think about that? L. Powers, Inspection. Did you hear about the rookie who
reported aboard a mosquito boat with a Flit gun?
What Ya Mean, Getting The Bird?
Raw Inspection Christmas Party
Johnny Bandrofchak should really go to town on Friday nights now. The Raw Inspection gang
presented him with a nice, new, shiny black bowling ball at their Christmas party. Fourteen members
of the department attended the party at the La Góndola. Dinner was served about eight o'clock
and after that Santa Claus Stoner distributed the gifts. We were all surprised to find that our
quiet and business-like Herman Koegler turned out to be the life of the party. We were sorry that
Harold Forbes couldn't be with us. He left a short while ago to serve our country, but every one of
us thought of him. Julia Apple was with us, too. She worked with us for quite some time and we were
glad to see her to talk over old times. A swell time was had by all and we hope to be able to do the
same thing next year.
Don't Give Up
VvTieij. you tlïiiiis. the war is lost, That's the time to begin. Pitch right in, wear a
grin, We have a war to win. Save your pennies, even a few, Buy defense stamps, buy bonds, too. Every
bond that you are buying Keeps our good old flag a-flying. So, don't give up, we've just begun,
We'll keep it up till the war is won.
Soldier boy, you're far away, But in my heart you'll always stay. I see your eyes so bright and
blue, And hear you whisper, "Dear, be true." Just how could I be otherwise, And look into
your dear blue eyes? Soldier boy, I'll wait forever 'Till days of peace bring us together.
Think Before You Talk!!!
The worker in a war plant has much information that the enemy would like to have, the Office of
War Information pointed out this week, in urging workers to "Think Before You Talk!" As a
way of deciding what information about the war can and what cannot be discussed, the OWI suggested
that every worker apply the following test: 1. If you heard it f rom someone - don't repeat it! 2.
If you saw it yourself - don't teil about it! 3. But if you read it in a newspaper or magazine, or
heard it over the radio, then it is public property - and you can talk about it as much as you want.
The last provisión, of course, does not apply to what you read in letters, particularly
letters from soldiers. There obviously is not a spy behind every fence or post, but the arrests that
have already been made by the Federal Bureau of Investigation leave no doubt that spies are
operating in this country. And what do these spies want to find out? They want to learn where our
soldiers are stationed; how many and with what equipment. They want to find out where our
antiaircraft defenses are, what plants are camouflaged, what our gun emplacements and harbor defense
are like. They want to know where our important war plants are located, what they are making, who
they supply and how production is faring. They want to know how good our tanks and planes and other
munitions are - let's make them find out on the battlefronts. They want to know when ships are
leaving. They want to know what you and your friends - the workers, the soldiers and the sailors -
are doing. ■ They want to know so they can kill and sabotage and destroy. If you say that your
brother is a soldier and has been transferred from an inland camp to an Eastern port, that casual
remark might easily be the cause of your brother and his comrades going down with their transport at
sea. After all, Nazi submarine commanders have taunted survivors of torpedoed ships with their
knowledge of the boat's sailing schedules. If you discuss the war equipment you are making, it may
be sabotaged before it reached the men who need it. The OWI says everyone can still discuss the war,
but reminds that the security of the nation - of each worker and his friends and relatives - depends
upon our being careful of what we say. Let the spies work for their information. Whv help them?
THINK BEFORE YOU TALK!
Remote Control Inspection
Lucille Rise, who works on the "dial drive" line in Dept. 16, was married January 2,
1943, to Henry Gasidlo of Willis, Mich. Speshul Xmas parties highlighted the holiday period. The BC
line had a whipper-dipper at Grace Hinz' house, while the inspectors held an exclusive luncheon fete
for Eric Soderholm in Leigh's Lunchroom. The gang already miss Joe Wright, Al Stitt and Harold
Mangus - all having lunch with Uncle Sam these days.
It All Started At The Red Hen
Letters From Soldiers
Following is a letter from Harold Forbes: Dear Don and Machine Shop: Do I have a couple of sore
arms. Every time you turn around, you get a shot and I don't mean Calvert's. Rode down from Camp
Grant with Bob. He was selected for the Signal Corps. Nice going. I did K. P. on the convoy all the
way. Fourteen Pullman cars - two kitchen cars. Colored porters to make the berths. Two other boys
and myself had a compartment. Excellent food - a lunch served between meals and before going to bed.
Every minute is interesting. Sixteen men to a barracks. Each company has their own mess hall. Boy,
you should see the hair cuts. Show this card to Johnny B. HAROLD.
Here is a letter f rom David Boomer: Dear Mr. Donahue: Well, it's been quite some time since I
last wrote you, so thought I would write again. How's everything there in the machine shop? I hear
most of the young fellows that' worked there have gone to the Army. I'm at present in the Bushnell
General Hospital. They have been giving me a check-over. Haven't been able to take the fast,
strenuous exercises. They talk as though they're going to discharge me as unftt for the Army life. I
really hate to be discharged, not that I like the Army, for I don't, but it's my duty to do what I
can in winning this war. But they say I could do more working outside of the Army in some defense
plant or at farm work, as workers are getting scarce in lots of places. I have been getting letters
from home telling how cold it is back there. It hasn't been so very cold here, not lower than 20
degrees above at any time, I don't believe. We haven't any snow down here, some on the mountains,
which are all around us. We have had two or three light snow storms, but soon melted after the sun
came up. I like the mountains out here. They're really beautiful. The sun doesn't shine here on the
hospital until about 10:00 o'clock because of the high mountains east of here, and being so close
by. Say helio to everybody for me. Goodbye and good luck and a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
As secretary of the Argus Recreation Club, Naomi receives lots of the Club's mail from the men in
the services. Here are two. The first comes from somewhere somewhere. The author, Pvt. George R.
Gillen. December 11, 1942. Helio, Naomi: I received the two Xmas boxes that were sent me. I would
like to thank each and every one that sent their best wishes, but I find that it is impossible for
me to do so. I trust that you will do it for me. Say helio to Eric, Bud, Jones, Joe, Irene, Bennie,
Forbes, and the rest of the kids. Teil them to save a place somewhere, because I hope to be back
some day. Soon, I hope. The country over here is all right, but there is no place like the States.
Not much more to say. I have a job to do in a few minutes. So long. GEORGE. And from J. Lavelle
McCoy and Florida's sunny climes: December 30, 1942. Naomi Knight, Sec. Argus Recreation Club,
Argus, Ann Arbor. Dear Naomi: Here are my official Thánks to you in your official capacity
for the swell box the club sent me for Xmas. It came at just the right time, as I am in the Navy
Hospital here recovering from a slight case of pneumonia. It seems that this part of Florida is
really Alabama and full of germs of all sorts, so, starting with the Navy's own special "Cat
Fever," I managed to work my way into something better so as to
- - - - - ■-- - -- ___ get a couple of weeks of rest. I know I can count on you to pass my
thanks along. The box was most welcome. The thought has occurred to me that you might be able to
give me the addresses of Cal Foster, By Aldrich and any other of my friends in service, so I can
drop them a few lines. Af ter seeing how the boys here look forward to even a post card, I'm sure
they'd like to have another letter or so. I'm a little behind in my correspondence to some of my
friends there at Argus, but with a few more days of convalescence I'll get up to date. These have
been busy days! Thanks again for the box and my very best to all my good friends at Argus.
Cordially, MAC McCOY. P. S. This was written in bed, so overlook the bad writing. PPS (re-write
Argus Eyes). This was ' copied while under the table, so overlook i the bad typing. As I know all
the boys in the service get a copy of our Argus Eyes, I hope Piek Gainey won't mind seeing these
letters in the paper. I think they should inspire everyone of us to try to do our job a little bit
better than we are now doing. LAURA EGELER. Baer Field, Fort Wayne, Indiana October 21, 1942. Hi
Laura: Well, thanks for the Argus paper. It sure was a surprise and a good one, too. Thank the old
gang for me - sure would like to see them again, but I have a job to do. I am an expert radio man
now, working on and risking my neck on some of the Bendix radios. Some of them might have come from
good old International. I like to think they did, anyway, because I know everyone of the old gang is
really doing the best he or she can do. I know when one set leaves the plant, it is right. No
loóse nuts or wires that could cause the life of all the crew, just because the radio went
dead. So keep up the good work and one of there days we will all be back in the old groove. Remember
the good old days? Fll never forget 'em and the super bunch of people I worked with. Be sure to give
my best to everyone. I am now at Baer Field, Indiana, and working twenty-four hours a day, both in
the air and on the ground. I am here on special duty and can't get into town (through the gate). So
I just eat, sleep and, - oh say! How is Mary? Same ole Dick, don't think I'll ever change. If the
girls don't stop getting married, i am going to be in a heek of a mess. I am having a good time with
my C-3 and have some good shots but you know how they like cameras around here. Darn the M. P.'s.
Teil Peck Stott I almost got over to see his team play football. but we took off for a four-hour
flight about noon and so that's the way it goes. Barth and Sinelli are both down here with me. They
were both at the plant. I think you must know Mike Sinelli in the paint shop - it's his brother. and
Barth worked up in Bendix for Adams quite some time aero, I guess. That is about all the news I can
put on paper - so I'll sign off. - Z-P-X. Best of luck, "DICK."
Selfridge Field. Michigan December 11, 1942 Dear Laura: Well, here I am again, and this time I
think I will be in the Squadron for quite some time. At least I hope so. This idea of moving around
isn't what it is cracked up to be. But I have little to say about such tilines. Ha! ha! How is the
old gang? That takes in Pod Egeler, too. I now have two sMpes. but hope to get more soon. It took a
heek of a lot. of schooling to Pet into this control tower, but I dood it. and am I fiad! I received
the pane1-, but it was addressed to Hangar No. 8. so it you will. give whoever sends them out mv new
address. It is short and sweet - just 6th Airdome Squadron. I hope to get a ten-d ay furlough on or
about the first of Januarv. I have oay coming from way back in September, so FU get it all at the
end of the month. Oh, boy! I have been broke so long that I don't know if 111 even remember what
money looks like. (But it won't take long to find out.) I would like to hear from rome of the gang
if they can fnd time to drop me a line. Things are going along fine here. but I don't get home as
often as I used to. It's too hard to get a ride. But ril see you all again - very soon t - I hope.
Give my best to everyone. CPL. DICK GAINEY.
- - To John Kenne and Department came this message from Virgil Wilt. January 4, 1943. Hi Kids: I
will try and scrawl a few lines to thank you all for the nice Xmas cards and everything. I sure was
surprized when I received all the cards. Thank the Argus Club for me for the swell things I got from
them. I am sticking around Oxford here, going to school, maybe slightly code-crazy, but not
forgetting any of you. I got the paper today and saw Oliver's address, so 111 have to send him my
regards when I have the time. We sure are rushed here, practically all day and night. How are things
going around the shop now? I sure would like to see you all and I might before too long, as I think
I'll get a short leave sometime this month. I'll be around if I have time. I hope you all can read
this, as I am in an awful hurry to get into a little game of draw poker in my room here. That's
about all we do in our spare time around here. Well, if some of you are not too tired from making
bonus and would like to see my scrawl more often, drop me a line and I'll answer or try awfully hard
to. So long for now and good luck to you all VIRGIL. Gus Christ is in the Marine Corps. His letter,
postmarked U. S. Navy, arrived here just the other day. December 29, 1942. To Argus Club Members:
First of all, I'd like to thank the Argus Recreation Club for the swell Xmas present. I know it's
hard to piek a suitable gift for a man in the service and the committee that made the selections did
an excellent job. Being away from home on Xmas is pretty tough and you can all be sure I appreciate
what you have done for me. I'd also like to thank the club for sending me the Argus paper. I enjoy
it very much. I let some of the boys read the paper and they like it, too. So far I've just done
routine work, but I hope to be sent to aviation school within the next week or so. One thing I've
learned in the Marines and that is that you don't know where you'll be from one day to the next. I
only hope that this terrible business ends so that everyone can go back to normal living again.
Sincerely, GUS. Lester Bailey is in Texas, from whence this letter: December 25, 1942. Dear Fellow
Workers: Thanks loads for the Christmas gift. It was greatly appreciated. A soldier always likes to
hear from home again. The V-mail stationery will come in handy when I go across. I am looking
forward to the day when I can come back and work again in your organization. I wouldn't give up the
Army Air Force life for anything right now. We have a swell bunch of fellows to work with here. When
I leave here, I don't know where I will go. It might be by way of either the East coast or the West
coast. Well, you keep us boys in materials and us boys will hurry and end all of this strife. Well,
thanks a million, again, for the remembrance. Your Fellow Worker, CADET LESTER A. BAILEY.
John Carver claps this note to Vern Keek from deep in the heart of . December 24, 1942. Dear
Vern: I received the swell box sent me from the Argus Club and I wish you would thank the ones
responsible. It was sure swell and had many things that I could use. It sure doesn't seem much like
Xmas here, the day before. It's about 85
grees here now and that's just about right after you get used to it. After I carne down here, I
took the tests for the Cadets. I passed them all and now I'm waiting for my appointment. It's going
to be pretty swell. While I'm waiting, I am going to the Armament School here on the post. And, boy,
it is tough! But I don't have much else to do. The food filis you up anyway. Will write more later.
Sincerely, JOHNNY. P. S. Would you put my address in the Argus Eyes and ask people to write? Ed.
Note: We dood it! From California's sunshine to Michigan's snowshine from Orviel Harrison. December
27, 1942. Dear Friends: Just a line to let you know that I have received your Christmas package (and
thanks a million for it). We soldiers had a nice time Xmas and received some very nice presents. But
Christmas didn't compare with the holiday at home, because there wasn't any snow to go with it.
Otherwise, it was a green Xmas. I hope we will all be home for the next one, so we can all be
together again. Thanks again, so long, and the best of health to everyone from PFC ORVIEL HARRISON,
Box 426, Costa Mesa, Calif. December 30, 1942. Dear Friends: Here is a short note to thank you for
making a soldier's Christmas a lot happier. The parcel I received certainly was nice and contained a
little bit of everything that a soldier needs and uses. Thanks a lot. I also want to take this
opportunity to thank you for sending me your paper, "The Argus Eyes." It's a swell paper
and sort of reminds me of the time when I worked in the plant. Seeing the pictures and reading of
the activities of many of my old friends certainly is swell. I have seen quite a few Argus cameras
since I entered the army and all the owners said they were swell. I know you are not making cameras
now and are one hundred per cent on war work, which is helping to win this war as much as anything I
know. I have been in the Army for about five months now, going to school, trying my best to become a
motor mechanic. There is a lot to learn, but I am coming along pre+ty well in it now. Well, 111
close now, again saying thanks a lot and wishing you a lot of luck in the coming New Year. Yours,
PATRICK DONNELLY. January 2, 1943. I received your Christmas box last week. It sure was nice. The
boys liked the candy and the gum. I want to thank you for the box. I didn't have time to write last
week. I can't teil you where I am, but I spend most of my free time in New York. I wish you a Happy
New Year. Good-bye from JOHN D. MURNINGHAM.
We received a postcard from Charles Ceronski, who is down souf in Louisiana. He says: Received
the package and am thanking all of you for the many things you sent me. I enjoyed Xmas very much.
Sincerely yours, PVT. CHARLES CERONSKI. Colorful Christmas cards were received from our "Ol'
Sarge" By Aldrich, from Eliot Smith and Richard Lyons. Tiny Eddy sent greetings, too, and a
message: Thanks a lot, gang, for the swell box. And from Joseph Juergens a "thank-you"
card with best wishes for our happy new year. Letter from Pvt. Charles P. .Miller to the Argus
Recreation Club: Dear Friends: This is just a note to express my sincere thanks and deep
appreciation to my friends and fellow members of the Argus Club for their lovely gift. It was really
swell. It was doubly appreciated due to the fact that it carne as a total surprise. One of the
nicest gifts I have received since my enlistment. It certainly has brought back to mind certain
friends and acquaintances, and little incidents that happened between us. These are the kind of
memories that a man in the service likes to keep fresh, and it is generous gifts like yours that
enable him to do so. A soldier sort of looks forward to gifts and mail from home and is disappointed
if he doesn't receive any. But it is the unexpected gift that makes him realize that folks at home
haven't forgotten him. So I sincerely thank you for your kind thought and generosity at this holiday
season. Your sincere friend and soldier, PVT. CHARLES P. MILLER.
Letters From Soldiers
Our representative at the Naval Training Station located at "Co-Ed Corners," University
of Wisconsin, reports: January 4, 1943. I thought I would write a line or so. I want to thank you f
or the lovely Xmas package. It will be of great value to me. And thanks again for the paper. It is
of great interest to me. With the help of the Honor Roll in the Argus Eyes I have been able to
lócate some of my old pais. Sincerely yours, HOWARD OLIVER. A bottle was washed up on the
California coast with this air mail message for all of us: December 8, 1942. To the Argus Recreation
Club: There are probably many of you that never knew or heard of me, but I feel I know you almost as
well as those who did. I received the first issue of ARGUS EYES FOR VICTORY the other day and it was
just like a visit to the factory for me. I didn't miss an item and recognized quite a few
ñames and faces. Recreation is one of the best morale builders there is, not only in the Army
but for you civilians at home who are now working harder than you ever did. We can teil from the
good results that the fellows who are lucky enough to be in combat against the enemy are having.
We're glad that you folks in the States are doing y our job of furnishing us with the equipment so
that we can get our job done that much sooner. ... A few days have passed since I started writing
this letter, but I will try to get it done today. I received your Christmas package today and it
sure was swell of you folks to think of me. Thanks a lot and I hope some day soon to be able to say
that I have shot you each a Jap or so in return. Following is a little experience I had a while back
that you might get a kick out of. If any of you find time to drop me a line, please do so. Your
friend in the service. BILL HECK.
Through the good efforts of the local USO, a group of entertainers (native) were obtained to
lichten the lives of a certain company of our fighting men. They consisted of a man and his wife,
four daughters. an annt and two úneles. They were all excellent singers and the i daughters
were perfect in their native art of dancing. The stage consisted of a tent floor set on wooden
standing about two feet off the ground. It had chairs along the back for the entertainers to sit on.
Behind the stage, conveniently located for the occasion, serving as a dressing room, was the cook's
tent. The audience was seated in our most modern theater chairs such as packing boxes, mess table
benches and lush growths of the native grasses. The four girls went out into the audience, each
picking a man. The poor soldiers were then led up to the stage, not knowing what was in store for
them. I happened to be sitting in the front row and before I really knew what happened, one of the
dusky maidens took me by the hand and led me up to the stage. I pleaded with the girl all the way up
to the stage, but she took me along anyway. The girls each took a lei from around their necks and
placed them around ours. Then they kissed us on the cheek and told us to do exactly as they did.
That sounded easy, but when my girl started swinging, swaying and turning, it became difficult for
me to follow. I made up my mind to at least try to keep up with her. We were facing each other; she,
calmly doing her dance, not even exerting herself. I had a determined look on my face, the sweat
rolling off my brow - trying to imitate her motions. But my coordination was bad and when she was
wiggling, I was waggling, and that's how I introduced a new light into the art of the huía
dance. I received compliments from most of my buddies. They said I was doing best of the four men on
the stage. The main thing was the fact that the fellows got a big kick out of it. I got a lei and a
kiss. In a place like this where entertainment isn't so plentiful. these people really worked
wonders in breaking up the monotony of the routine life we are living.
A Visitor From The Navy
I hope you all saw Charlie Winans when he walked through the shop with his Navy uniform on. If
the Navy changed my looks that much, I would be tempted to enlist myself. He sure looks great. In a
letter to one of the boys, his first line was, "Gosh! Meat and potatoes for breakfast."
Charlie used to work in our machine shop.
In this latest edition oí' our Honor Roll those members of the group who did not leave
directly from the employ of III are denoted by a . They are well known at the plant and we are sure
their whereabouts and welfare are of great interest to their friends. Pvt. Joseph Allison Plat. 888
R.D. Marine Corps Base San Diego, Calif. Corp. Byron Aldrich, 20633045 107th Ordnance A.P.O. 3364 %
Postmaster, New York, N. Y. Pvt. David K. Boomer 788th M.P. Bn. Co. A Boise Barracks Boise, Idaho
Pvt. John Benzier 56th Air Base Sqdn. Goodfellow Field San Angelo, Texas Pvt. Glenn F. Boettger Med.
Det. A.A.F.T.T.C. Nautilus Hospital Miami Beach, Fla. Pvt. Louis Betke Med. Det. A.A.F.T.T.C.
Nautilus Hospital Miami Beach, Fla. Cadet Lester Bailey, 36522290 315th T.S. Sqdn. Brks. 760
Sheppard Field, Texas Pvt. Louis Birch lst Sqdn. Troop C C.R.T.C. Brks. 2045 Fort Riley, Kansas Sgt.
Meivin C. Bahnmiller 341st Sqdn. A.P.O. 875 % Postmaster, New York, N. Y. Pvt. Gus Christ Plat. 888
R.D. Marine Corps Base San Diego, Calif. ::Pvt. Robert Crackel 3310 Wrightwood Ave. Chicago, 111.
Home address, other not available Pvt. John Carver 85th B. and A. B. Sqdn. Moore Field, Mission,
Texas Pvt. Charles J. Ceronski, 36410606-1610 RRC Area F (T 180) Camp Grant, 111. Pvt. Pierce L.
Crisswell U.S.N.T.C. Btry. 45, Pit. 4, Co. A Camp Allen, Norfolk, Va. Pvt. Vinton Donner A.A.S.D.
Btry. D Camp Davis, North Carolina Pvt. Patrick Donnelly 3rd Provisional Co. Pamona Ordnance Co.
Pamona, Calif. Pvt. Harían L. Dicks 348th Engrs., Co. E % Postmaster, San Francisco, Calif.
Corp. George M. Dragich 125th Infantry, Co. M Gilroy, Calif. Pvt. Norman Egeler, 36108926 Casual
Group T.U.P. A.P.O. 1295 % Postmaster, New York, N. Y. Pvt. Ernest E. Eddy A.A.F.T.D.- C.S.A.I. 2200
W. Lawrence Ave. Chicago, 111. Pvt. Hazen Figg, Jr. S.C.R.T.C., Co. B Camp Crowder, Mo. Pvt. Gordon
Fleming. 36522441 78th CA. (A.A.) HQ. Btry. 2nd Bn. Long Beach, Calif. Pvt. Harold B. Forbes. C
6410595 411th Infantry, HQ Co. 2nd Bn. A.P.O. 103 Camp Claiborne, La. Corp. Conelv Graves Armv Air
Forces 23rd Sch. Sqdn. Sp. Cochran Field, Macon, Ga. Pvt. Georee R. Gillen, 136172035 HO. and HQ.
Sqdn. A.P.O. 634 % Postmaster, New York, N. Y. Lt. James P. Gilligen 23rd Obsn. Sqdn. 76th Obsn.
Group Pope Field, Fort Bragg, N. C.
Pvt. Jerry Gilbert 783rd Tech. Sch. Sqdn. (Sp.) Army Air Forces Brks. 307 Lincoln Air Base,
Lincoln, Neb. Pvt. Howard Geyer 30th Sig. Bn. Co. A M.S.R.T.C. Camp Crowder, Mo. Corp. Richard M.
Gainey 8th Airdrome Sqdn. Selfridge Field, Mich. Pfc. Francis W. Heek, 35161752 160th Inftry. HQ.
Co. A.P.O. 1288 % Postmaster, San Francisco, Calif. Jack Hentz Class 43-D, A.A.F.F.T.D. Brayton
Flying Serv., Cuero, Texas Pfc. Finis Hooper, 36114159 127th Infantry, Co. M. A.P.O. 32 %
Postmaster, San Francisco, Calif. Pfc. Orviel Harrison Box 426 Costa Mesa, Calif. Sgt. Max Hammond
Class No. 50, O.C.S. Fort Sill, Oklahoma Pvt. Robert Haines Pit. 1053, Recruit Depot Marine Corps
Base, San Diego, Calif. Pvt. Joseph Juergens, Jr. 14th CA. Med. Det. Fort Worden, Wash. Pvt. Paul
Klager, 16111530 863rd B.T.S. San Angelo Army Air Field San Angelo, Texas ::Andy Kendrovics AS
U.N.S.A.S. Kodiak, Alaska Pvt. Owen A. Kaufman A.A.F.B.S. Reet. Det. Big Spring, Texas Sgt. Richard
Lyons Station Hospital Pendleton Air Field, Pendleton, Ore. Pvt. John D. Murningham 1920 Truck Co.
Service Aviation Pain-Field Everett, Wash. Lt. J. L. McCoy, Jr. A-V (P) U.S.N.R. Photo School N.A.S.
Pensacola, Fla. Pfc. Samuel P. Miller 66th Medical Regt. Co. A Camp Barkely, Texas Pvt. Charles P.
Miller llth Air Base Sqdn. Brks. 33, Kelly Field, Texas :;:Pvt. Jimmie E. Newmaier M.A.O.T. Sqdn. 8
Brks. 58, Class 3M 5E N. A. S., Jacksonville, Fla. Sgt. Wesely Osborn 41st Air Base Geiger Field,
Spokane, Wash. Howard Reed Oliver Div. 9, Sec. C, U.S.N.T.S. University of Wisconsin Madison,
Wisconsin Pvt. Francis B. O'Donnell 438th C.A.A.A. Bn., Btry C Fort Jackson, S. C. Pvt. Charles Poe
396th Post Bn. 5C Co. D Brks. 622, Fort Hamilton, N. Y. Pvt. Arnold Peterson 908th Q. M. Det., Avn.
Service Brooks Field, Texas Billy W. Proffer 14th Btry. 12th Regt. Co. 1429, U.S.N.T.S. Great Lakes,
111. Pvt. William D. Phillips, 36538571 62nd B. HQ. and A.B.S.Q. Brks. 860, Sheppard Field, Texas
Pvt. Phillip Rothenbecker, 36162366 186th Infantry, A.P.O. 41 % Postmaster, San Francisco, Calif.
Pvt. Clare W. Rhoads HQ. Btry. 2nd Bn. 168th Field Artillery East Garrison, Camp Roberts, Calif.
Pvt. Walter Reddis 740th M.P. Bn. Co. C Camp Skakie, Glenview, 111. Warren Ross AC Sqdn. D-3,
A.A.F.C.C. Nashville, Tenn.
Lt. Cari Swickrath 8th Infantry Camp Gordon, Ga. John P. Strauss 804 Springcrest Ave., Jackson,
Mich. Pvt. Charles Stotts S.C.R.T.C. 30th Brks., Co. B Camp Crowder, Mo. Aux. Nellie M. Stalker Srd
Regt. 2nd Co. Army Post Branch, Des Moines, Iowa Pvt. Harold A. Skinner, 36410575-1610 RRC Area F
(T180) Camp Grant, 111. Pfc. Donald I. Strite HQ. and HQ. Btry 601st F.A. Bn. Camp Hole, Colo. AC
Eilot H. Smith Sqdn. F-4 Brks. 1 A.A.F.C.C. Nashville, Tenn. Pvt. Allen F. Smith, 36531200 HQ. Btry
F.A. Bn. A.P.O. 33, Fort Lewis, Wash. Pvt. Everett B. Teasley 49th T.C. Sqdn. 313th T.C. Group
Maxton Army Air Base, N. C. Pvt. Howard White 31st Tech. Sch. Sqdn. Sp. Flight A Jefferson Barracks,
Mo. Pvt. Maynard Wirth Pit. 950, Recruit Depot Marine Corps Base San Diego, Calif. Virgil D. Wilt,
AC Sec. 2, Div. 18, Bldg. 127 U.S.N.T.S. (Radio) Oxford, Ohio Charles B. Winans, AS Naval Training
Station Brks. A, Upper West Dearborn, Michigan These new addresses are the latest corrections of the
Honor Roll. The honor roll will be run complete again in the next issue. Pvt. Gus Christ A.B.G.-2,
Sqdn. 23, U.S.N.A.S. San Diego, Calif. Pvt. John Carver 85B HQ and A.B. Sqdn. Moore Field, Mission,
Texas Cadet Lester Bailey, 36522290 315th T. S. Sqdn., Brks. 768 Sheppard Field, Texas Pfc. Patrick
Donnelly 3rd Provisional, Co. B, M-214 Pamona Ordnance M. B. Pamona, Calif. Pvt. Charles Ceronski
409th Infantry, Co. D A.P.O. 103 Camp Claiborne, La. AC Eliot H. Smith Sqdn. F, Group 8 Maxwell
Field, Ala. Corp. B. Aldrich, 20633045 107th Ord. Co., A.P.O. 505 % Postmaster, New York, N. Y.
Recently, in Cleveland, this sign was noticed on the marquee of the Stork Theater: "It Could
Happen to You." - Naval Stores Review.