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The Pittsburgh Press Armed Forces Week Brings Highlights PAGE 1 Want Ads Pajes 10-25 SECTION 3 SUNDAY, MAY 12, 1963 ft. ilMMiBilili Writer Chews Fat About Taking Off Weight Dieting Bob Taut As After Shedding 70 3-Month Battle Drum Pounds La pit MSGT. THOMAS E. Every May's a march for Medal of Honor winner. ll.t; V-Wfe in '3fM v' 'Dead' Hero Puts Life Into Recruiting Sergeant Assigned To Army Office Hsre Was Awarded Medal Posthumously In '44 By JACK McNAMARA From left to right hie beribboned chest reads like the modern history of America at arms.

Pearl Harbor Salerno Cassino San Angelo the Berlin air lift Korea. BOB DRUM, pre-diet porlruit. Here's How Bob Ate, Lost Here is one of the weekly menus Bob Drum worked out for himself and used during the time he lost 70 pounds: MONDAY Breakfast Juice, poached egg, toast (Vi) slice, coffee. Lunch Cottage cheese, fruit and milk. Dinner Baked chicken, green beans, jello, coffee, consomme.

TUESDAY Breakfast Grapefruit, 3 strips bacon, toast Vt slice. Lunch Vi cheese sandwich, celery, coffee. Dinner Stuffed peppers, fruit, coffee, consomme. WEDNESDAY Breakfast Cereal, juice, coffee. Lunch a sandwich, fruit, coffee.

Dinner Calves liver and onions, asparagus, couage cheese, peaches, coffee, beef broth. THURSDAY Breakfast Juice, boiled egg, Vi slice toast, coffee. Lunch-Cottage cheese and fruit, coffee. Dinner Roast turkey, broccoli, eggplant, coffee, consomme. FRIDAY Breakfast Grapefruit, cereal, coffee.

Lunch cheese sandwich, coffee. Dinner Broiled flounder, tomatoes, spinach, tea, shrimp. SATURDAY Breakfast Bacon (3' strips), toast (Vi slice), coffee. Lunch sandwich, fruit, tea. Dinner Hamburger, green beans, jello, beef broth, coffee.

Celery and carrot strips at any time. Inside This Section 7 tanks took the town without firing a shot. "Our guards let out a whoop, tossed their weapons to us and jumped up into the trucks like real good prisoners," he recalls. After the war he went back to his father's farm in Attica, determined to work the family land. Too Quiet "But things- were kind of quiet back home after the war.

How's that song go 'How Are You Gona Keep 'Em Down on the "I know what they meant," he said. Sergeant McCall went back to Army life. When the Korean conflict erupted, he was among the first American fighting men on the firing line. "I lasted five days," he said. "Then I got hit In the chest by a burp gunner and spent some more time in hospitals." He celebrated his 47th birthday last Thursday, a remarkable achievement for a soldier who has been decorated with two purple hearts, a Bronze Star, a Silver Star and the Medal of Honor.

Beer And Fishing This is Sergeant McCall's 23rd year in the service. It's his privilege as a Medal of Honor winner to retire after 26 years with a full 30-year pension and he plans to do just that. He has a wife, Maxine, and a 5-year-old son, Thomas E. McCall Jr. Farm life doesn't look bad after all.

His retirement plans? "I'm just going to drink beer and drown fish worms," he says. WIN AS MUCH $1033 on one picture in The Press Snapshot Contest. Story and rules in today's Roto Magazine. Admiral To Speak At Friday Dinner; Parade Saturday An address Friday evening by Vice Admiral William Ra- born deputy chief of naval operations, and a Downtown parade the following morning will highlight Armed Forces Week here. Admiral Raborn, called the father of the Polaris Missile, will discuss the naval research and development program at a Penn-Sheraton Hotel dinner sponsored by the Pittsburgh chapter, Military Order of the World Wars.

The chapter also is in charge of the parade which will form at 10 m. Saturday near Fifth Avenue High School and proceed down Fifth Avenue to Gateway Center. Capt. T. G.

Doyle, Navy Inspector of material in the Pittsburgh district, and Navy Comander Charles T. Buford will greet Admiral Raborn upon his arrival at County Airport Friday morning. He will be accompanied by his wife, Mildred, a former captain in the Navy Nurse Corps. Reservations for the dinner are still available, according to Rear Admiral William L. Kabler, commander of the Military Order of the World Wars, and can be made by contacting Lt.

Col. Homer T. Newlon 1801 Law Finance Bldg. Lt. Col.

Thomas Chapman will be parade officer. The Pittsburgh chapter, U. S. Navy League, will honor Admiral Raborn in the Du-quesne Club following the parade. Mayor Cites U.

S. Defense Aides Here Ne Friday is National Defense Transportation Day, by proclamation of Mayor Jo seph M. Barr in recognition of those who direct thousands of. ship-ments and troops move' ments here. The Mayor designated the observance as a gesture of Col.

appreciation to the Smith Defense Dept's Eastern Traffic Region, with headquarters in the Fulton Bldg. The office, commanded by Col. Dan L. Smith II, and staffed by 160 military and civilian employes, has jurisdiction over all material shipped by the Defense Department or its contractors in 15 states extending from Virginia to Ohio and Kentucky. Educator Speaker At Mt.

Mercy Tuesday The Mount Mercy College honors convocation Tuesday will be highlighted by a talk on "From Spectator to Citizen" by Bernard J. McCor-mick, director of directed studies for the Pittsburgh Board of Education. Students and faculty will convene in the Antonian Hall theater at 12:30 p. m. for the ceremonies.

v.wv..,w.v,.Av.VAw.sv.v.-fW5.w.v.w.v Official Off "Any word for Cousin keys, the smaller cats like civets and genets and Reduces Bulge People who know Pres Golf Writer Bob Drum have been wondering why he has been shrinking away during the past several months. Mr. Drum's own report on this strange phenomenon follous. By BOB DRUM Life was beautiful but round. Everything was deluxe including chocolate milk shakes and hot rolls smothered with butter.

The after-dinner nap was just a break between supper and a midnight snack. I was fat and jolly. Only one thing was short and skinny my breath. Bending down to tie my shoes was accomplished by feel. I couldn't see anything except food and drink.

Suits that you could buy off the rack cost $60. The same suit to cover my nearly 300 pounds was tent sized and twice as expensive. Game Blocked Out When I swung a golf club, my hands disappeared under my stomach and I didn't see the club, the ball or the game unless somebody else was playing. I was living in a half world, with nothing visible below the equator. Then, one day, I was rummaging through the closet, saw my Army uniform and wondered how we won the war with midgets.

It was a size 44, but next to my other apparel, it looked like a bikini and tit like one, too. It had been 18 years since the Army, and I began to wonder what it would be like to be able to breathe again to walk up the stairs without puffing; to play golf without taking a nap between holes. The wonder became master of the plan. I decided to put on a blitzkrieg against the mountain that passed for my stomach, Diets All Same I had been on diets before, but they were all 'the same. Three months of starvation, no booze, no laughter, no nothing.

There had to be another way so I started to read everything available about fat boys. I was the model for the 11 or 12 books I read on the subject. Cholesterol, poly unsaturates, dietetic sweets, these terms crept more and more into conversation, replacing such standbys as beer and pretzels, gravy and mashed potatoes, bacon and eggs. There had to be some way to lose weight without dieting and out of the scheme developed what I refer to as "controlled eating." Under this system, you eat when you are hungry but sys tematically. The day of hap- hazardly ordering a sandwich or of wearing the refrigerator door thin by constant opening and closing had to come to an end.

I weighed 287 pounds on the sixth day of January. It "We've had three species at the Museum since 1917," says Dr. Twomey, "but 0 just disappeared into thin and relax. The slowdown came into being and the first pro- jeet was to fix' a bathroom scale that had been discarded as broken. I had to have the scales to know" which way I was headed.

Scale Fixed Up to then the only thing I ever fixed was something to eat and the scale project was one of the most exasperating of my life. My fingers were bloody from trying to get the scale apart to see what made it tick. It took the better part of two weeks to finally fix it. But when I stood on the scale to test it, I received a booster shot I weighed 254 pounds, 33 pounds less than when I started. I had been eating all the time, too, like I said, "controlled." My next discovery was the supermarket.

I became an addict, examining shelves and their contents like some kind of a nut. I spent the better part of my day off buying food, while checking calorie counts and clipping coupons for extra stamps. By eliminating sandwiches and eating only three meals a day, the fat was melting off slowly but easily. My eggs were always boiled or poached. The bacon was crisp and the fat allowed to drain off first off the bacon, not me.

Salads Help Lunch was a discovery of the many different kinds of salad. Dinner was steak, lean beef, calves liver, fish (some- While Son Shines Page Crosswords Contest 2 Death Notices 10 Gardens 3-8 Obituaries 910 Roving Reporter 2 Want Ads 10-25 The stories of bloody battles in Italy and along the 38th Parallel are written in battle scars on his face. In Select Group Master Sgt. Thomas E. Mc-Call, the new chief clerk of the Pittsburgh Army recruiting office, is a member of a select group of fighting Americans who have been awarded the Medal of Honor posthum-osuly and lived to tell about it.

He was presumed dead the Congressional citation said on Jan, 22, 1944, after wiping out two enemy machinegun nesls that were mowing down U. S. troops on the banks of the Rapido River near San Angelo. A third machinegun opened up on him at almost point-blank range. "He was last seen courageously moving forward on the enemy position, firing his machinegun from the hip," the document they gave his father said.

Today he fires off Interoffice memos on a Government issue typewriter in the Old Post Office Building and shudders to contemplate the approach of another May 30 another round of patriotic parades and dinner parties. "I'm hard to kill all right," he says in his soft Indiana drawl, "but the parades may succeed where the Germans and the North Koreans didn't," Sergeant McCall is "an Indiana farm boy" who started his military career as a National Guardsman and fought most of World War II as a member of a Texas division. He recalls the events of Jan. 22, 1944, clearly. But he can't describe his feelings on that day when the citation says-he showed "unhesitating willingness to sacrifice his life exemplifying the highest traditions of the Armed Forces." "It's something that only happens to you In combat," he explains.

"Men who have been In combat understand It. There's nothing In civilian life to compare it to." Listed as missing and presumed dead at San Angelo, Sergeant McCall woke up in a German army aid station. The machineguhs had missed. "I guess I got too close to the Germans," he said. "I was doing okay until an American artillery shell tore me up pretty good." An English-speaking German officer was talking to him when he came to.

Advice For Germans "He was speaking gently something about the war being over for me and that we could be friends now," the sergeant said. "I told him he could go to hell." He was a prisoner of war for 18 months, most of them spent in makeshift military hospitals overcrowded with wounded German and Allied soldiers. "They didn't even have an aspirin to give you," he said. "There were no pain-killing drugs for either the Germans or us. The surgeon had a handful of tools and two or three other guys would hold you down while he operated on you." He was liberated In Saltz-burg when six U.

S. Army Trying To Drum Up An Off-Beat Species air. times as much as four meals a week.) Egg plant, broccoli, aspara- gus and the old standbys of corn and peas oecame standard fare. There was no limit to the portions. I ate as much as I wanted but only at meal time.

If I felt the need for something extra in between, I would gulp down a carton of cottage cheese and eat an onion. I began to enjoy it. There was occasional Ice cream in small portions and licorice to dull the craving for sweets. Apples and oranges were eaten by the peck and the weight kept melting. The real thrill of the whole thing came after three months.

I stood on the scale (which I could now see without any trouble) and I was under 230 pounds for the first time since 1945. That day I bought a suit off the rack and it fit had to be taken in, in fact. The clothes I had bought a year before were more suitable for tents to camp out in than to wear. It became fun. So if you see a fellow in the supermarket, peering intently at can labels and talking to himself, don't call the cops.

It will probably be me chewing the fat, poly unsaturated of course. EDITOR'S XOTE: Reuders alio think a golf writer should stick to the fairways can find a more authoritative and time-tested dietary formula in Josephine Lawman's new diet plan, starting today on Page 7, Sec. 5. Bright Inside the trailer was a century-old pump organ a dream come true for a serious collector of antiques like Mrs. Scarle.

John happened on the Instrument in an abandoned house about 40 miles from Penn State. It took some dig ging, but he located the owner. lie carried it onto the campus and spent a week cleaning, painting and tuning it up then rented a trailer for the trip to Sharon. it was the day I declared war on the fat men, long my heroes. Day One Long Meal I noticed that most fat men of my acquantance were food degenerates.

They didn't eat too much at a crack but the day was one long meal from morning bacon and eggs to the late-show favorite of candy, ice cream and cookies. One friend of mine was a sandwich compulsive. Everything from corned beef to jello sandwiches. He didn't eat much at a sitting but put everything between two slices of bread, including his paycheck. The first thing I eliminated was the sandwich.

In the world of controlled eating, everything is eaten naked, without bread. During the first week, I noticed I had a lot of free time. The thin men I knew were busy men, so I decided to try and get busy. (It never occurred to me to spend more time at the office). All projects I had accomplished before were done in a hurry so I could get back to the food For Bongo there are probably 15 species In existence, and we could use some of each." The ornithologist will fly to London May 23 and thence to Nairobi, 6200-foot-high capital of Kenya.

He and four other "European" hunters will head into the upland bush on June 1 and re-emerge in mid-August. "We'll be just in time for the cold, wet winter seasdn," says Dr. Twomey, who has survived elephant charges, Mau-Mau threats and lion raids on earlier safaris. Like those of a new bride, most of his troubles may be little ones like flies carrying fatal sleeping sickness and tiny, deadly liver flukes that lie in ambush in stagnant water. Hunting bongos and white-tailed monkeys at 9000 feet, there may be mild altitude sickness, too.

Just how many siwi-mens are brought home may depend on whether there is room for both the. important and the less important. "Cingo, Cango, Congo I don't want to leave a bongo," chanted Dr. Twomey. Or words to that effect.

To Beat Africa Bush Antique Pump Organ Plays 'Mothers' Day' Special to the Press SHARON, May 11 Tomorrow is the day when sons shine brightly up to their mothers. And then there are sons like John Scarle, a Pennsylvania State University student from Sharon, who go above Museum Ey GEORGE THOMAS Carnegie Museum's No. 1 birdman is about to fly halfway arodnd the world to East Africa again just to beat a couple of bongos. The sad thing is he won't be able to make a sound. That's the only way you can beat a bongo, explains Dr.

Arthur C. Twomey, because of the animal's sensitive hearing. "Usually you can't beat 'em and you can't join 'em," he observes sadly. This bongo of Dr. Twomey's turns out to be a large and wary bushbuck, who hides in the mountain-straddling bamboo forests of Western Kenya.

A bongo hunt quickly turns into a one-sided game of peek-a-boo In the wet bamboo. The bongo seldom loses. That's why Carnegie Museumand possibly every zoo in the U. S. is still lacking one.

Bongos, though, are not the only target of Dr. Twomey's upcoming safari. Basically, this will be an ornithological expedition. But it won't be strictly for the birds: "We'll concentrate on the smaller animals, too mon- and beyond the call of filial duty to show they really care. Today son John pulled up in lront ot tne lamny nome at 280 Spruce dragging a trailer behind him.

"DO NOT OPEN UNTIL MOTHER'S DAY," the sign on the back said. It was a challenge no red-blooded, naturally curious American mother could resist. Mrs. R. J.

Searle exercised her maternal curiosity prerogative and ignored the sign. She peeked. Bongo?" Dr. Arthur Twomey asks museum oryx. A dik-dik, lt develops, is not a twisted timepiece.

It's a miniature antelope. 4.