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Page 8 __________________PIONEER Christmas EDITION______________December 24, 1943 Thumbnail SKETCHES Alton 0. Mead, procure- ment officer, received the worst scare of his life when a little shaver on his dad's ranch in Nebraska. The story goes that he was stretched atop a hill, scanning the valley below through a pair of powerful binoculars. Suddenly, Mead let loose a hoarse howl-for looking straight into his eyes was a huge rattler ready to strike! After a few seconds concentration, he grinned sheepishly to himself,realizing that the rattler was miles away. Expediences similar to this were numerous to Mead, who was born to parents homesteading, in Kimball county, Neb. It was there he received his early edu- cation, eventually he at- tended a business college, and later graduated the In- ternational Accountants Society of Chicago. The following 27 years found him engaged in the banking and accounting pro- fessions. He was a bank clerk for a few years, but his talents enabled him to rise rapidly in the account- ing field. He entered government service in 1934 as a field auditor for the Federal E- mergency Relief association, and a year later joined the US Treasury department. Mead has two lovely daughters and two grand- children and will talk for hours about them. His pet mania is a juicy "four-inch steak," But, "who can get it these days?"he laments. A childhood incident that he recalls with a shudder is one that found him emu- lating the great toreadors of Spain. He recalls teas- ing a cow that had past given birth,and the enraged animal chased the slow-mov- ing Mead across a pasture, bent on butting him to death. Mead barely managed to get over the fence. “It was that close,” he says. Conversing on the sub- ject of people, Mead will invariably say,”Tain’t the ignorance of the public that cause the trouble, its their knowing so darned much that ain’t so.” --Sueo Sako CHRISTMASES AGO Eight years ago, yes, eight long years ago He had been right there He had been the one to sooth her He has been the one than cared Yes, eight long years ago. It was on Christmas of "Thirty-Five” Tears of sad farewell Tears from the bottom of her heart Tears that reflected all the past Eight Christmases ago. ‘Tis so vivid, though years and years ago How her brother had to leave How he had gone across the sea How they vowed they'd ne’er forget That eight Christmases ago. By "Pugsy" Cleveland Hostel JIM’S NISEI DOUGHBOY DEAR PRIVATE JOE NISEI: Christmas is wonderful, isn't it Joe? With every- one hustling and bustling around trying to buy suitable gifts to send to fellows like you and your buddies. And the last minute shoppers swamping the harried clerks. The fluffy snow slowly swirling down on the frozen ground, the shrill cries of gay children gleefully romping in the snow, it all fills your soul with the spirit of Christmas joy. Yes, Joe, it's just like back home, except for changes very hard to forget. Remember Joe, when you burned your finger popping popcorn to hang on the tree. Remember the fun we had, staying up till two in the morning, helping decorate the tree and setting the presents out for the kids. Remember all the shotgun shells we used up trying a get a duck for Christmas instead of buying a turkey! It didn't pay, did it Joe? Remember when we sold magazine subscriptions to raise enough money to buy gifts for those hungry-looking kids living in the shabby brick house. I caught cold then and had to spend my Christmas in bed. It would have been an unpleasant day for me if it weren't for you. Remember? You stayed by my bedside. We told sto- ries, and played games. You kept me cheery instead of joining the other kids and having fun. I say "remember'" and yet I feel a little ashamed of myself because I had forgotten all those things. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. Yes, Joe, Christ- mas is wonderful and I am grateful because it brings back memories that will remain in my thoughts. Yes, even tho we are engulfed in this world of hate, chaos and conflict, I shall cherish all the remembrances that will bring you back to me. I'd like to write some more about other happy mo- ments we had together but it'll just make it harder tor me to sign off. So wherever you are, Joe; training at Camp Shelby, guarding the rugged Attu shoreline, or waiting for the zero hour in Italy,I wish you and your buddies--a very MERRY CHRISTMAS! Sincerely yours, Jim Otsuka
Object Description
Title | Granada Pioneer, Vol. II, No. 17 |
Date | 1943-12-24 |
Physical Collection | Japanese Americans in World War II collection |
Volume | 2 |
Issue number or date | 17 |
Page count | 26 |
Object type | Newsletter |
Donor | Shitara, George |
Description
Title | page 8 |
Item number | HMLSC_Granada_Pioneer_V02_N17_P08 |
Page number | page 8 |
Physical description | 35.6 cm x 21.6 cm |
Full Text Search | Page 8 __________________PIONEER Christmas EDITION______________December 24, 1943 Thumbnail SKETCHES Alton 0. Mead, procure- ment officer, received the worst scare of his life when a little shaver on his dad's ranch in Nebraska. The story goes that he was stretched atop a hill, scanning the valley below through a pair of powerful binoculars. Suddenly, Mead let loose a hoarse howl-for looking straight into his eyes was a huge rattler ready to strike! After a few seconds concentration, he grinned sheepishly to himself,realizing that the rattler was miles away. Expediences similar to this were numerous to Mead, who was born to parents homesteading, in Kimball county, Neb. It was there he received his early edu- cation, eventually he at- tended a business college, and later graduated the In- ternational Accountants Society of Chicago. The following 27 years found him engaged in the banking and accounting pro- fessions. He was a bank clerk for a few years, but his talents enabled him to rise rapidly in the account- ing field. He entered government service in 1934 as a field auditor for the Federal E- mergency Relief association, and a year later joined the US Treasury department. Mead has two lovely daughters and two grand- children and will talk for hours about them. His pet mania is a juicy "four-inch steak," But, "who can get it these days?"he laments. A childhood incident that he recalls with a shudder is one that found him emu- lating the great toreadors of Spain. He recalls teas- ing a cow that had past given birth,and the enraged animal chased the slow-mov- ing Mead across a pasture, bent on butting him to death. Mead barely managed to get over the fence. “It was that close,” he says. Conversing on the sub- ject of people, Mead will invariably say,”Tain’t the ignorance of the public that cause the trouble, its their knowing so darned much that ain’t so.” --Sueo Sako CHRISTMASES AGO Eight years ago, yes, eight long years ago He had been right there He had been the one to sooth her He has been the one than cared Yes, eight long years ago. It was on Christmas of "Thirty-Five” Tears of sad farewell Tears from the bottom of her heart Tears that reflected all the past Eight Christmases ago. ‘Tis so vivid, though years and years ago How her brother had to leave How he had gone across the sea How they vowed they'd ne’er forget That eight Christmases ago. By "Pugsy" Cleveland Hostel JIM’S NISEI DOUGHBOY DEAR PRIVATE JOE NISEI: Christmas is wonderful, isn't it Joe? With every- one hustling and bustling around trying to buy suitable gifts to send to fellows like you and your buddies. And the last minute shoppers swamping the harried clerks. The fluffy snow slowly swirling down on the frozen ground, the shrill cries of gay children gleefully romping in the snow, it all fills your soul with the spirit of Christmas joy. Yes, Joe, it's just like back home, except for changes very hard to forget. Remember Joe, when you burned your finger popping popcorn to hang on the tree. Remember the fun we had, staying up till two in the morning, helping decorate the tree and setting the presents out for the kids. Remember all the shotgun shells we used up trying a get a duck for Christmas instead of buying a turkey! It didn't pay, did it Joe? Remember when we sold magazine subscriptions to raise enough money to buy gifts for those hungry-looking kids living in the shabby brick house. I caught cold then and had to spend my Christmas in bed. It would have been an unpleasant day for me if it weren't for you. Remember? You stayed by my bedside. We told sto- ries, and played games. You kept me cheery instead of joining the other kids and having fun. I say "remember'" and yet I feel a little ashamed of myself because I had forgotten all those things. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. Yes, Joe, Christ- mas is wonderful and I am grateful because it brings back memories that will remain in my thoughts. Yes, even tho we are engulfed in this world of hate, chaos and conflict, I shall cherish all the remembrances that will bring you back to me. I'd like to write some more about other happy mo- ments we had together but it'll just make it harder tor me to sign off. So wherever you are, Joe; training at Camp Shelby, guarding the rugged Attu shoreline, or waiting for the zero hour in Italy,I wish you and your buddies--a very MERRY CHRISTMAS! Sincerely yours, Jim Otsuka |