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COMPANY “F”
1ST QUARTERMASTER TRAINING REGIMENT
FORT FRANCIS E. WARREN, WYOMING

2 July 1943

COMMENDATION:
To: ALL MEMBERS OF THIS COMMAND.

We “doo’ed it again. Hats off to our valiant cage ball warriors who last evening walloped a cocky Co. “A” team 2-1/2 - 1-1/2 in a hard-fought tussle which on several occasions verged on the brink of a free-for-all. Capt. Morris, C.O. of our opponents, stood on the sidelines with a wide grin on his face before the game, feeling confident that his charges were going to smash us into the ground and conquer us with little difficulty.

Perhaps his confidence was shaken a bit when the referee proceeded to send 8 men off the field 00 these men were above the 40-player limit; it seems our foxy foe didn’t think that the referee would bother to count the men. It may be well to note that we were able to muster only 37 men for this tilt, but what we did have was sufficient as the final score well indicates.

However, in the first few minutes of the games we were on the defensive, finally succumbing to a cheap ½ point goal. At this point our cagers came to life as an unstoppable juggernaut as we zoomed to a 2-1/2 lead as the half ended. Putting in some reserves to open the last half the 1st Battalion battlers held the upper hand as our weary, battle-scarred men fought desperately to protect our lead. At last we were nicked for a point, but sandwiched between we salvaged ½ point as security. The gun sounded ending the game and we had upset the dope bucket again proving that the rest of the teams had better respect our play. 

Again the heroes were many and it will be impossible to mention them all. But special honors are to be made. Take Chennault for instance; that chubby rascal took things pretty well into his own hands as he went twenty-five yards thru’ the opposition to score. And how about “Skyscraper” Mike O’Brien who was getting his big mitts on that overgrown pill just when it counted. It was a game hearted Champ who inspired our big rally in the first half; ignoring a painful side injury Champ played the last half out, champ that he is. The “Dead End Kids” – Hendrix, Kucab, Lowell, Winters, and Kantor dished out plenty and I’d hate to see what Co. “A”’s sick book looked like this morning.

Good work fella’s. This was another jump toward the championship which we are looking forward to copping. Nevertheless, no matter what the future brings we shant forget this glorious conquest. We pay tribute to the following men who comprised the team last night.

…..Lowell, Harry….

CHARLEY (I’VE GOT A TEAM) LUHN
Cpl. Acting Athletic Director

When I saw the word “Commendation” at the beginning of this memo, my first reaction was that I was about to learn something important about Harry’s military service. Certainly, helping morale is important – the team’s success and this hilarious memo probably did the trick.  

I found several references to different versions of “cage ball.” It could be a game of volleyball played with a large ball, since Harry wrote of playing volleyball in the regiment in the April 21 and May 3 posts. However, given the number of men on each team, I am guessing it’s closer to “Pushball.” I found an old photo of students playing Cage Ball at Springfield College in Massachusetts.