Keep Your Powder Dry Page #4

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Well, wonderful, Mary.

A coeducational army post,

oh, boy, oh, boy.

Well, good luck.

So long, old kid.

Bye, chickadees. Don't

forget to write.

Bye, Mary.

How long are we gonna

be stuck in this dump?

Oh, now, stop

being so nervous.

Nervous? Who's nervous?

I'm not nervous.

Oh, of course,

you're not nervous.

All you had for breakfast

was coffee and fingernails.

Well, if they keep picking

us off one by one like this,

we'll be here until we're old.

They used to sit in staging

for as long as 6 weeks.

Now it's seldom

more than two days.

At least we know we're

leaving sometime today.

Thanks a lot, Rand.

You make everything so clear.

Here she comes.

At ease.

Rand, front and center.

Good luck, Leigh.

Thank you, Ann.

Well, that takes care

of Ms. Armored Force,

off to run the radio

and television school.

Oh, now, Val, as long as

you have to be with her,

you might just as...

ah, but that's where

you're wrong, little Ann.

Oh, but you applied for

radio and telev...

nuh-uh. I did a switch.

I asked for motor transport.

You mean just

because of Leigh?

Yes.

Well, I think

that's pretty silly.

Why? Radio, motor transport,

I don't care one

way or the other.

I've driven cars

since I was 12,

so I'll be ok in

motor transport.

Besides, it has a couple

of big advantages.

First, I'll get Rand

out of my hair,

and then I think I stand of

chance of being near you.

Well, I suppose if the two

of you can't get along,

it is better this way.

Anyway, I can quit

playing the referee,

and we can settle

down and have a nice,

peaceful time

fighting the war.

I am glad, Val.

At ease!

Parks, front!

Well, this is it.

Hello.

Hello.

Well, Leigh, good news?

The best.

Motor transport, Oglethorpe.

Oh, well, that's fine,

motor trans...

motor transport?

But, Leigh, I thought you

said something about...

I know, but I did a switch.

Oh.

You did a switch.

Because Val said that day

at the picnic that...

oh, Leigh.

All right, maybe

it seems childish,

but that playgirl annoys me.

I'm just as interested

in motor transport.

After all, I was brought up

around vehicles of all kinds.

Frankly, I'd like

to be with you.

And just as frankly, if I

never saw that spoiled,

snooty little face

of Parks' again,

that would be fine with me.

What's so funny?

Leigh, look, it

just so happens...

at ease.

Darrison, front.

That's me.

Take it easy.

Ha ha!

Well, Parks, get

what you wanted?

Oh, indeed.

Indeed I did, and you?

Oh, yes, just

what I asked for.

Oh, splendid.

For a modern-minded

girl like you,

radio and television seems

just the right field.

You know, Parks,

I might say the

same about you.

Well, I made it.

Oglethorpe, motor transport.

Oh, Ann, that's wonderful.

That makes everything perfect.

At ease!

All those holding orders

for Fort Oglethorpe...

Fall out.

Well...

right with you.

Here we...

but you said that...

you told me that you...

Private Rand, meet

Private Parks,

and in the middle,

Private Darrison,

all students of the

motor transport school.

Come on.

Good-bye, kids.

Bye!

Can't hear you.

Now, what's the big...

where's my wrench?

I haven't got your wrench.

Now, wait a minute.

Look, old ironsides,

you keep your hands

off of this truck.

Ok, rattles, but give

me my number 3 wrench.

I haven't got it.

Oh, Leigh.

Were you looking for this?

I lost my number 3 wrench,

so I had to borrow yours.

Hope you didn't need it.

It's all right this time, Ann.

Darrison, Parks, Rand,

front and center!

Here, look at your nose.

Come on.

Gee, I'll bet this is it.

What?

They're going to tell us

if we made

officer's candidate school.

Gee, kids, I can't.

I'm gonna be sick.

Oh, come on, Ann.

So, the general's car

broke down.

Boy, I thought it was

going to be about O.C.S.

I wish they'd tell me I'm

not going to make it.

Then I could bawl about

it and forget it.

Oh, why decide about it

beforehand you won't make it?

Because I'm a

realist, that's why.

Ha ha ha! My turn.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Is the battle of the

lightweights still going on?

Why don't you two behave?

What difference does it

make who drives the truck?

It doesn't make

any difference.

It's just that it's my turn,

and I want to drive.

Rather temperamental,

that little car.

Nothing but trouble

since I bought it.

In and out of the shop...

I think we can take care

of your car, general.

Oh, you mean those girls?

Yes, the maintenance crew

from our motor pool.

Oh, well, now,

that's very kind of you,

but I wouldn't want to

put you to any trouble.

It's no trouble, sir.

Motor pool detail

reporting, ma'am.

Well, I'm afraid there's nothing

you can do here.

The best thing is

to have it towed.

May we have your keys, sir?

What?

Oh.

Here.

Thank you, sir.

And?

It's ok.

Looks ok to me.

Plugs foul?

I don't think so.

Get the top off

the distributor.

Right.

Well, she's still sparking.

You know, there's a

fellow from my garage...

they'll fix it.

Oh, the points are

probably burnt.

Must be.

Just what I thought.

Nice.

Here, you do it.

You're better at it.

Oh, ok.

There, that ought to do it.

Hit it again, will you, Rand?

Sure.

Will that be all, ma'am?

Yes, thank you very much.

Well, fine job, ladies.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

May I ask the general

if he's had his

distributor points

cleaned and spaced lately?

Distributor points?

No, I don't think I have.

Well, I'd do that

if I were you, sir.

Fine, fine. I'll have

that attended to today.

Thank you.

Amazing.

Such pretty girls, too.

And see how they went to work?

I congratulate you, colonel.

Thank you.

Amazing, and such

pretty girls, too.

Poor old guy,

he thought we were gonna

wreck it for him.

Bradley... I must ask

Dad if he knows him.

Hey, we did all right, huh?

Oh, you're darn right

we did all right.

Just think, 13 weeks ago

we didn't know a differential

from a carburetor.

I didn't, anyway.

Me, either.

I'm still an awful

dope about mechanics.

I can do it ok,

but, Jiminy, when they

ask us about theory...

Oh, gloomy Annie,

you'll pass the course.

The general's car

broke down

I'll go sign the trip ticket.

Ok.

I wish Ann had more

self-confidence.

She can do anything we can do.

Better.

Rand, Parks.

Now what?

Front and center.

Yippee!

Congratulations.

Thank you, sergeant.

Oh, thanks, sergeant.

How about this, Rand?

We made it. Officer

candidates.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

Don't buy the bars

yet, chickadees.

It's a tough course.

Wouldn't care to make a bet,

would you, sergeant?

No. Good luck, kids.

I want to wire my dad.

Leigh, what about Ann?

Come on.

Oh, Ann, honey. Don't, please.

Congratulations.

Oh, Ann, dear, you

mustn't feel so badly.

It's no disgrace.

They only took 4 from here.

And you should have made it.

But I did make it.

I'm just crying

'cause I'm so happy.

Ann, that's wonderful!

What a day.

You know something?

I feel great.

Just great.

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