Letters, Sep. 25, 1944

"It's Better American"

Sirs:

The grinning, cheerful natives of Guam are singing a song that a short while ago would have made them most unpopular with their Japanese oppressors. For over two years they have been living in the "boondocks" or working in the fields for the Nips, in return for which they were given one meal during their twelve-hour day. But these people have never lost faith in their Uncle Sammy and manage to express themselves pretty well in this song:

MY DEAR UNCLE SAM

Early Monday morning,

They all threw their bomb.

Eight...