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Page Sixty-Two The CATHOLIC-NORTHWEST PROGRESS TRANSPORT By JOSEPH FINLEY Many a bewildered lad had difficulty keeping the Idea ,of the goodness of God straight as he was pushed for- ward into war LASSY, green waters. Deep, slid- ing, placid waters; emerald-green, curving away to the pale blue skies. Massive, implacable water mounds in eternal motion, swelling and dipping, dipping and swelling, seeking ever some rock-ripped cape or yellow IKretch of thirsty sand. Vast waters and TACOMA THE CHRISTMAS TREE It serves a brief but blessed and cheerful purpose -- that little tree in the living room. It is harvested at a tender age to serve a religious and festive use. It is a product of the for- est--really the first crop. Mil- lions of other young trees are left behind to grow to full sta- ture for harvesting another day--another forest crop with which to build our homes and ohurches. Weyerhaeuser Timber Company empty waters, and there is no land to see. The ocean of loneliness. The broad Pacific. And on this brooding mother of oceans, the attack transport Victory wallowed and spurted, shuddered for a moment, then steamed on again. At least it seemed that way; if you watched her water line closely, though, you could see that her motion was steadily forward and that Ier prow sliced cleanly 'the smooth, swell. lng sea. On the ship's loosely-chained rail hung two soldiers. The tall one with the vari- colored dungarees and vizored cap was Bill :Murdock, a quiet and easy-going fellow. The short, broad-shouldered one, bare-headed and tan, naked to the waist, was Scotty O'Hara. Old hands at travel- ing by sea, they rocked easily with the heavy roll of the laboring steel craft. :Moodily they regarded the rushing sea, sun-glittering, smack and slip-slap the sides of their ship, then dip away swiftly to stern, the white foam-flecks laughing. Westward, ever westward, they plowed the passing ocean, out toward the setting sun, a red ball that was rolling on the world's edge and fingering the Victory with its scarlet beams. West, all right, west to Satpan, west to another beach, another stretch of yen low sand and whining mortars. No, Scotty ruminated silently, this Saipan's got trees and green hills. That's what Johnson said at their last lecture. A little different from Eniwetok, more sandy there and palm trees and snch. Maybe not so dif- ferent, though. In his silent reverie Scotty absently fingered his medal that hung ,over his hairy chest, while Bill slumped over the guarding chains and shivered in the breeze, and beth men considered the sea and their bloody tomorrows. Finally Scotty stretched, spat angrily at the mocking whitecaps and demanded, Merriest Christmas! Happiest New ]Year! from the bakers of MODEL'S iSNOWHITE MODEl" BAKERYTACOMA Christmas Greetings and Best Wishes for the New Year i OOKSIE & SHIELDS COLUMBIA SAUSAGE BILLIARD8  CIGAR8 "Colemblo Soled Brmr" klnlese Wlener$ and LUNCH Prepared Meate 94g Pace'to  941 Commerce no4 Jefferson MA. 7818 ANTONSEN PAINTING CO. Psintln= ContNmtlng In All Its Branohel 1717 CENTER ]BRoadway 1179 TACOMA ELECTRIC CO. 1211 Center BR. T644 Eltrloal Contracting. Commercial and Indudrlal Power Wiring H, L Gunntnglun uatAl|ON'S GP,,E]mTING3 ]PROM RIGGS OPTICAL CO. Vholesals Only. Medical Arte Bldg. MAin 581 illl= . MEN OF WAR kneeling amidst the gear of their grim trade to snatch moments of spiritual strengthening and solace was a frequent scene in days not too far removed, Photo made during Mass on a Navy ship "somewhere In the Pacific" in 1944o "What are we doing in this outfit? How did I get into this crummy war? Do you know the answer, wise boy?" "You got drafted," Bill volunteered. "That's right. We got drafted. Now, wise boy, how did all this start? Did you start it? Did I start it?" Bill searched his molars reflectively with a battered tooth pick. "The Ja], I guess." "Sixty-four dollars, you sage." Having relieved himself of this burden, Scotty turned to the rail again, and both resumed their sentinel duty, that of watching the orange sun, flaming in de- feat, fall into the sea. The minutes lengthened. Bill flipped his tooth pick into the sea, turned, and in- quired, "What's eating you, Scotty?" "God, wise boy." Bill stared and said: "Come again. I don't get you." Scotty snorted. "So this. We go through one blitz at Enlwetok. Right? Now the Sambos are going to take pot shots at us again on this--what is lt--Saipan. Joe get it already. Sanford--you didn't even know him after he got that grenade in the face. And Alex--no legs any more." Scotty paused, then went on. "S0 I've been thinking. What kind of Cod have we got? I always learned at school He was a good God. I can't figure it. I'm a CatholiC, you know, Bill. I've been going to :Mass. Well, I'm through. A good God and Alex loses his legs? Remember how he liked to dance? Nuts!" Bill rubbed his chin arid yawned. "You think too much, Scotty." "Maybe," Ic o t t y ainswered, "but it makes me wonder. It's been worming inside me, because on this floating crate I got plenty of nothing to . . ." "Pardon me, boys." An officer rolled to a stop and grabbed the rail, Turning to Scotty, he said, "I saw your scapular and heard a little. I thought I might be able to help out." The dying sun dimly revealed on his collar the chap- lain's cross. Scotty, abashed, muttered an answer and turned seaward. But Bill spoke, "He's got troubles, Father." Nudging his buddy, he said, "Go on, Scotty, spill it." "Aw, forget It," from behind the broad shoulders. An embarrassed silence. The sun h.d Blipped at last beneath the horizon, and the sky wu strung with long, purple clouds streaming to the west. The great craft groaned and pounded its way on into the darkening Pacific, unafraid. Clearing his throat, the priest offered, "My name is Father Osborne. I've Just been attached from the thirty-second di- vision. What's the pitch, Scotty ? A little fed up ?" "Plenty," returned the suddenly taci- turn soldier. "I heard you mention a good God. He lm good, you know." Scotty faced the chaplain, who was a man of medium height, sandy-haired, of a similar appearance to hundreds of other men on the ship. "How so, Father, when my best friend is dead back on that lousy reef?" The priest clenched the rail, gaged at the sea, turbulent and inky now, and said quietly, "It may have been his only way (Continued on page 73) PUYALLUP Season's Greetings STONE'S 1 0  STORE Clemans Furniture, Inc. "We Have It or We'll Get It" Furniture for Cottage or Mansion At Prices You Can Afford to Pay. CLEMANS FURNITURE, INC, PUYALLUP, WASH. PH. 225 !. K. Albrlght R.M. Keller ALBRIGHT STYLE SHOP J u nlo r--Mlsses'Women'a Apparel 201 SO. MERIDIAN PHONE 767 BURR-GREGORY Wallpaper and Paints GLASS -- VENETIAN BI.ffND8 PUYALLUP SMITS FLOWER SHOP "FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS" PUYALLUP. Phone 845. Your Patronage Is Appreciated THE ELVINS CO., Inc. 108 North Meridian Phone 41 Pau|B. Wrigley , Sam H, elements President Sec'y-Treas. WRIGLEY & CLEMENTS MORTICIAN8 Lady Assistants TELEPHONE 1072 Page Sixty-Two The CATHOLIC-NORTHWEST PROGRESS TRANSPORT By JOSEPH FINLEY Many a bewildered lad had difficulty keeping the Idea ,of the goodness of God straight as he was pushed for- ward into war LASSY, green waters. Deep, slid- ing, placid waters; emerald-green, curving away to the pale blue skies. Massive, implacable water mounds in eternal motion, swelling and dipping, dipping and swelling, seeking ever some rock-ripped cape or yellow IKretch of thirsty sand. Vast waters and TACOMA THE CHRISTMAS TREE It serves a brief but blessed and cheerful purpose -- that little tree in the living room. It is harvested at a tender age to serve a religious and festive use. It is a product of the for- est--really the first crop. Mil- lions of other young trees are left behind to grow to full sta- ture for harvesting another day--another forest crop with which to build our homes and ohurches. Weyerhaeuser Timber Company empty waters, and there is no land to see. The ocean of loneliness. The broad Pacific. And on this brooding mother of oceans, the attack transport Victory wallowed and spurted, shuddered for a moment, then steamed on again. At least it seemed that way; if you watched her water line closely, though, you could see that her motion was steadily forward and that Ier prow sliced cleanly 'the smooth, swell. lng sea. On the ship's loosely-chained rail hung two soldiers. The tall one with the vari- colored dungarees and vizored cap was Bill :Murdock, a quiet and easy-going fellow. The short, broad-shouldered one, bare-headed and tan, naked to the waist, was Scotty O'Hara. Old hands at travel- ing by sea, they rocked easily with the heavy roll of the laboring steel craft. :Moodily they regarded the rushing sea, sun-glittering, smack and slip-slap the sides of their ship, then dip away swiftly to stern, the white foam-flecks laughing. Westward, ever westward, they plowed the passing ocean, out toward the setting sun, a red ball that was rolling on the world's edge and fingering the Victory with its scarlet beams. West, all right, west to Satpan, west to another beach, another stretch of yen low sand and whining mortars. No, Scotty ruminated silently, this Saipan's got trees and green hills. That's what Johnson said at their last lecture. A little different from Eniwetok, more sandy there and palm trees and snch. Maybe not so dif- ferent, though. In his silent reverie Scotty absently fingered his medal that hung ,over his hairy chest, while Bill slumped over the guarding chains and shivered in the breeze, and beth men considered the sea and their bloody tomorrows. Finally Scotty stretched, spat angrily at the mocking whitecaps and demanded, Merriest Christmas! Happiest New ]Year! from the bakers of MODEL'S iSNOWHITE MODEl" BAKERYTACOMA Christmas Greetings and Best Wishes for the New Year i OOKSIE & SHIELDS COLUMBIA SAUSAGE BILLIARD8  CIGAR8 "Colemblo Soled Brmr" klnlese Wlener$ and LUNCH Prepared Meate 94g Pace'to  941 Commerce no4 Jefferson MA. 7818 ANTONSEN PAINTING CO. Psintln= ContNmtlng In All Its Branohel 1717 CENTER ]BRoadway 1179 TACOMA ELECTRIC CO. 1211 Center BR. T644 Eltrloal Contracting. Commercial and Indudrlal Power Wiring H, L Gunntnglun uatAl|ON'S GP,,E]mTING3 ]PROM RIGGS OPTICAL CO. Vholesals Only. Medical Arte Bldg. MAin 581 illl= . MEN OF WAR kneeling amidst the gear of their grim trade to snatch moments of spiritual strengthening and solace was a frequent scene in days not too far removed, Photo made during Mass on a Navy ship "somewhere In the Pacific" in 1944o "What are we doing in this outfit? How did I get into this crummy war? Do you know the answer, wise boy?" "You got drafted," Bill volunteered. "That's right. We got drafted. Now, wise boy, how did all this start? Did you start it? Did I start it?" Bill searched his molars reflectively with a battered tooth pick. "The Ja], I guess." "Sixty-four dollars, you sage." Having relieved himself of this burden, Scotty turned to the rail again, and both resumed their sentinel duty, that of watching the orange sun, flaming in de- feat, fall into the sea. The minutes lengthened. Bill flipped his tooth pick into the sea, turned, and in- quired, "What's eating you, Scotty?" "God, wise boy." Bill stared and said: "Come again. I don't get you." Scotty snorted. "So this. We go through one blitz at Enlwetok. Right? Now the Sambos are going to take pot shots at us again on this--what is lt--Saipan. Joe get it already. Sanford--you didn't even know him after he got that grenade in the face. And Alex--no legs any more." Scotty paused, then went on. "S0 I've been thinking. What kind of Cod have we got? I always learned at school He was a good God. I can't figure it. I'm a CatholiC, you know, Bill. I've been going to :Mass. Well, I'm through. A good God and Alex loses his legs? Remember how he liked to dance? Nuts!" Bill rubbed his chin arid yawned. "You think too much, Scotty." "Maybe," Ic o t t y ainswered, "but it makes me wonder. It's been worming inside me, because on this floating crate I got plenty of nothing to . . ." "Pardon me, boys." An officer rolled to a stop and grabbed the rail, Turning to Scotty, he said, "I saw your scapular and heard a little. I thought I might be able to help out." The dying sun dimly revealed on his collar the chap- lain's cross. Scotty, abashed, muttered an answer and turned seaward. But Bill spoke, "He's got troubles, Father." Nudging his buddy, he said, "Go on, Scotty, spill it." "Aw, forget It," from behind the broad shoulders. An embarrassed silence. The sun h.d Blipped at last beneath the horizon, and the sky wu strung with long, purple clouds streaming to the west. The great craft groaned and pounded its way on into the darkening Pacific, unafraid. Clearing his throat, the priest offered, "My name is Father Osborne. I've Just been attached from the thirty-second di- vision. What's the pitch, Scotty ? A little fed up ?" "Plenty," returned the suddenly taci- turn soldier. "I heard you mention a good God. He lm good, you know." Scotty faced the chaplain, who was a man of medium height, sandy-haired, of a similar appearance to hundreds of other men on the ship. "How so, Father, when my best friend is dead back on that lousy reef?" The priest clenched the rail, gaged at the sea, turbulent and inky now, and said quietly, "It may have been his only way (Continued on page 73) PUYALLUP Season's Greetings STONE'S 1 0  STORE Clemans Furniture, Inc. "We Have It or We'll Get It" Furniture for Cottage or Mansion At Prices You Can Afford to Pay. CLEMANS FURNITURE, INC, PUYALLUP, WASH. PH. 225 !. K. Albrlght R.M. Keller ALBRIGHT STYLE SHOP J u nlo r--Mlsses'Women'a Apparel 201 SO. MERIDIAN PHONE 767 BURR-GREGORY Wallpaper and Paints GLASS -- VENETIAN BI.ffND8 PUYALLUP SMITS FLOWER SHOP "FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS" PUYALLUP. Phone 845. Your Patronage Is Appreciated THE ELVINS CO., Inc. 108 North Meridian Phone 41 Pau|B. Wrigley , Sam H, elements President Sec'y-Treas. WRIGLEY & CLEMENTS MORTICIAN8 Lady Assistants TELEPHONE 1072