Keep Your Powder Dry Page #2

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Darling... keep safe.

Morning, Miss Rand.

Good morning.

Morning, Miss Rand.

Come in.

Good morning, captain.

Oh, good morning, Miss Rand.

Is the general busy?

I think I can wangle

him into seeing you.

Do something for me,

will you, captain?

Why, of course. What is it?

Announce me as "Private Rand."

"Private Rand"?

Go on. I'll explain later.

All right.

Come in.

There's a Private

Rand to see you, sir.

Private Rand?

Have I a namesake among

the enlisted men?

No, sir, among the

enlisted women.

I just received my

travel orders...

First WAC Training Center,

Des Moines, Iowa.

You've joined the WACs?

But, Dad, I've always wanted to,

ever since the corps was formed.

Indeed. This is a shock.

Without warning, for

you to enlist...

but, Dad, you don't

need me anymore,

now that you're

going overseas.

Do you know what I

think about this?

But it's right for me, Dad.

I'm an army brat.

I was born and raised

on army posts.

I think you'll be the all-fired best

soldier that ever wore a skirt.

Oh, Dad.

I'm tickled to death, Leigh.

I'm proud of you.

Leigh, uh, don't try

to run things, huh?

Oh, of course not. I

know better than that.

Sure you do. When do you go?

Monday.

I have a little

something for you,

in the line of a

going-away present.

Oh, Dad.

What a beautiful watch.

Rustproof, shockproof,

nonmagnetic, self-winding.

It'll darn your socks, too.

"Good luck, soldier."

You knew all along.

Of course.

But I never said a word.

Oh, you villain.

You and your 20 years in

military intelligence.

Yes, and besides, you used your

Aunt Eleanor as a reference.

She told me all about it.

Oh, I give up.

Ok, darling.

You angel.

Keep your powder dry!

Well, now, I didn't think the

trip was so bad, did you, Mary?

No.

So this is Des Moines.

Have you been here before?

Are you kidding?

Well, it can't be

that bad, can it?

It can't?

Bro-ther!

I played here once

in a vaudeville act

with a trained duck.

After two nights, things got

so tough, I ate the act...

And the egg it laid, too.

Here comes the colonel, girls.

We should try to form

some sort of a line.

Dress it! Dress the line!

Oh!

Welcome to Fort Des Moines.

Thank you.

Welcome to the corps.

Thank you. It's nice

being here.

An accident?

Oh.

We'll see that you get

some sturdier shoes.

Welcome to the WACs.

Thank you, sir.

Welcome to Des Moines.

I played here in vaudeville.

That's fine.

Welcome to the corps.

I'm awfully sorry about that.

Oh, that's all right.

But, after all,

we were told to wear

low-heeled shoes.

I guess those trucks over

there must be for us.

Well, pull up your rayons,

girls, and let's go.

No, no.

In the army, we

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