Here's 1941's candidate for the mantle of Dere Mable. A draftee's letters to his girl Annie, covering physical examination, outfitting, duties, innoculations, training, officers and men, daily incidents and Annie's presents. All done with dumb- humor, sorts horacy and obvious but with some fun in the writing. We've grown up a bit since Dere Mable, but perhaps some people haven't. Gell to friends and families of trainees -- and set your imagination to work on ideas for the window display contest, for which the publishers are supplying streamers, posters and post-cards.