Aug. 14, 1919

Food administrators called into service

M. H. Brickley, former food administrator for Lake County, received orders on Aug. 11 from A. D. Wilson, federal food administrator, to again take up his duties as food administrator for the county and to appoint a fair food price committee. Mr. Brickley will at once appoint this committee and its personnel will be published in these columns next week.

The committee appointed is to have the power to find out the cost prices, determine a fair margin of profit and if they find any evidence of hoarding or profiteering they are to file charges with the United State Attorney.

The members of this committee will also receive complaints from consumers who wish to make complaints on account of excessive costs of both food stuffs, shoes, clothing and dry goods.

Charges of excessive profits and unwarranted high prices have brought the old plan back.

Aug. 17, 1944

Two Harbors front line truck driver coming home on Army rotation plan

After some 30 months overseas, Private First Class John A. Marker of Route 1, Two Harbors, is returning home from the Fifth Army front in Italy on the army rotation plan. His wife, Lois, and his parents, Mr. and Mrs. August Marker, will welcome him home.

Marker, who hauls ammunition and supplies for a front line artillery unit of the 34th "Red Bull" Division, took part in the drive that stormed out of the old Anzio beachead and swept victoriously past Rome.

Inducted in April 1941, when he was serving as a clerk in Welch's Hardware store, Marker received his basic training at Camp Claiborne, La.

Through three years of driving, in which he has covered thousands of miles in America, Ireland, North Africa and Italy, Marker has never had an accident. He has driven in all kinds of weather and over every conceivable type of road and much of his driving has been in major battle sectors under strict blackout conditions. He has been highly praised by superior officers for his work.

A veteran of the Tunisian campaign, Marker later came ashore at Salerno on D-day. He drove his battery's supply truck, eventually shifting to the more perilous task of driving for reconnaissance.

"I was strafed, mortared and shelled all in one day near Venafro," he recalled. "And never received a scratch."

During the battle of Cassino, the shells normally kept him confined to his foxhole during the day, but nights often found him along treacherous mountain roads. The experience he recalls most triumphantly was driving his truck into Rome on the morning the city fell.

"I was unloading some ammunition when one of the officers told me I was going home," he said. "It will be swell to see my wife, mom and dad again."