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With plenty of food and attention, Lady Moe waxed fat. She found where the chow line formed, pushed her way in. She decided the Nissen huts were warmer than her own small tent, often startled jumpy flyers by flopping down beside them in the dark. Nightly, her gravel-throated braying-brought more & more muttered curses. She had even less endearing habits...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy: Lady Moe | 12/27/1943 | See Source »

They and thousands like them on both coasts are members of the Coast Guard Temporary Reserve, which has relieved many Coast Guard regulars for combat service. They are unpaid. All they get out of it is $135 worth of uniforms, transportation to & from duty, chow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COAST GUARD: Bald-Headed SPARS | 12/20/1943 | See Source »

...other day we had some of that fine red beef that comes our way now and then. Your correspondent was standing in the chow line for some time before he realized that the line wasn't moving at all. While he was puzzling over this in his usual diffuse and disorganized manner, he observed Cpl. E. L. McDonald straggling out of the dining hall and asked what the bottleneck might be. "Oh, nothing much," replied the raconteur of Ruthruff and Ryan, "They're just having a little trouble making the horse lie still...

Author: By Bruce Westley, | Title: Specialists' Corner | 11/19/1943 | See Source »

...rollicking Fred (Let-The-Chips Fall-Where-They-May) Knox is capable of becoming embarrassed, he must have become just that the other day in Harvard Union when he waxed impatient at the holdup in the chow line. "Hey, Mack," growled the agitated Frederick, prodding the back of a shortish gentleman in front of him, "what's the delay...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE HARVARD SCUTTLEBUTT | 11/12/1943 | See Source »

...later when he walked smartly into the gun bin to turn in his piece and said, "My name's Gorham."...the sheepish grin on James Gwin Zea's face when a bunch of the boys referred to him as "the flag," and stood up as he sat down to chow at their tuble ONE day...the crackling sound of Bill Acker's voice after a particularly long session of "hip-toop-threep-fourping"...the blood-in-the-eye look of the tall, grizzled E. O. Homan when he thinks his leg has been pulled a little too hard....remember...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE HARVARD SCUTTLEBUTT | 10/12/1943 | See Source »

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