International projectionist (Jan 1943-Dec 1944)

America's Secret Weapon Y bu won't find it on the production lines at Rock Island or Willow Run. It isn't guarded at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, or tested at Aberdeen. But it's the toughest weapon these men you are looking at will ever take into battle. It's the stuff with which all our wars are won. The boy in the uniform doesn't call it morale. That's a cold potatoes word for something John American feels deep and warm inside. Perhaps he can't give it a name. But he can tell you what it's made of. It's made of the thrill he gets when his troop train stops at a junction point and fifty good-looking girls are at the station with cigarettes. It's made of the appreciation he feels for a bright new USO clubhouse where he and his friends can go for a few hours' rest and relaxation. It's made of laughter and music — when Bob Hope or Lana Turner visits his camp with a USO show. It's even made of a cup of coffee and a Yankee smile — at some lone outpost in Alaska or the Caribbean Maybe it's just a feeling of kinship with this land of a hundred million generous, people. Maybe it's just the understanding that this whole country cares; that the soldier is bone of our bone ; that he and we are one. Name it if you can. But it's the secret weapon of a democratic army. What can you do to sharpen this weapon? Give to the USO. This great national service organization has been entrusted by your government with responsibility for the service man's leisure needs. The requirements of the USO have grown as enormously as our armed forces themselves. This Spring we must have $32,000,000. Give all you can — whether it's a lot or a little. Send your contribution to your local chairman or to USO, Emoire State r:\ilding, New York -City, USO INTERNA T I O N A L, PROJECTIONIST