Nov. 22, 1917
SMALL GOITER BARS RECRUIT
If anyone can point out to Clinton D. Vroman how he can steal his way into or break into army service he will be very grateful, for he has exhausted all his resources to that end, but is still patriotically anxious to do his bit.
Vroman, who is rural carrier on Route 1 of the Medford post office, 24 years old, very robust and muscular, first tried to enlist several weeks ago and returned home from Fort Columbia this week, much disappointed. And every day he spends his spare time cussing a slight goiter, which he did not know he had until he tried to enter Uncle Sam's service and quit his $100 a month job.
First he wanted to enlist in the Seventh company, and consulted Postmaster Mims, who advised him to call on Sergant Weston of the local army recruiting office. In examining him, Weston discovered the goiter and shook his head. Then Vroman went to Dr. Pickel for an examination. The doctor ran across the little goiter and told him he could not get by into the service with it.
Still hoping that Weston and Pickel were mistaken, Vroman obtained a leave of absence and at his own expense went to Fort Columbia and applied for enlistment. But is was useless, for the regular army doctor in examining him ran across that measly little goiter, waved his hand and said, "Back to Medford for you."
HONOR GUARD BOOK FOR XMAS
Every Oregon boy in the service of his country, at home or abroad, on land or on sea, will receive as a Christmas remembrance a little scrap book issued by the Girls' National Guard of Oregon. Many of the books have already been sent "over there," and in the course of the next week 3,000 more will be on their way to the boys across the sea.
The books are just a convenient size for the soldier lad to slip in his pocket. They contain some 40 pages of reading matter — and it's good reading matter, too, as the Honor Guard Girls all over the state worked hard to make it bright and interesting ... several cheery verses by Mary Carolyn Davies, the famous Portland girl whose verse first appeared in The Spectator; an entertaining short story well worth reading, and twelve pages of jokes and nonsense verses. The last 24 pages are left blank for notes. Interspersed thru the book are clever pen and ink sketches and cartoons.