[United States Navy Training Film. Nonclassified. Copyright 1945 by Hugh Harman Productions, Inc.]

[Commandments For Health]

[Native Food]

[The Fourth Commandment Native Food] "Thou shalt eat only the rations inspected, found fit and provided for thy use for verily many native foods contain poisons more treacherous than a Jap warlord."

Somebody once said: the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. That is everybody's but McGillicuddy's.

He's particular! He doesn't like vienna sausage.

He doesn't realize he's in the South Pacific. He thinks he's in the Brown Derby!

[Daydreaming about turkey and steak]

[Looks like he's about to throw up and pushes food away]

Yea, yea, I know, Mac. It's monotonous. Same thing day-after-day.

But it's good food and it's good for ya!

[Pulls his belt tighter to a hole that's labeled 'Damn Hungry']

But Mac'll show 'em how to get along on a South Pacific island.

He's a gourmet. A gastronomical Robinson Crusoe.

[Looks up to see bananas]

Yea, they look like bananas, they peel like bananas, but they don't taste like bananas, do they?

You know why? It's 'cause they're not bananas!

They're plantains and you can't eat them raw!

[Looks around and sees carrot-like plants]

Well, what's this? A native victory garden no doubt.

Carrots? Rutabagas? Turnips?

Well, whatever they are, they're sure beauties.

[Sees natives taking care of garden]

Mm, well kept, well cultivated, but these boys are not just passing the time.

They're passing the fertilizer, and from you-know-where.

[Natives passing pots from head]

While this sort of fertilizer is very effective, it produces a lot more than just vegetables.

Take a look and you'll see what I mean.

[Magnified view of carrot shows various germs wiggling and barking]

[Drops carrots and wipes hands on clothes]

Nauseating, ain't it?

[Adjusts his belt to a hole that's labeled 'Starving!!']

Oh boy, apples!

[Eats the apples but spits them out after seeing the sign 'Poison fruit']

Yea, Mac. Beach apples, good huh?

But you know what they do to ya? Well the juice contains an acid, that, uh, attacks the tissue, and, and

you have a chemical reaction, which uh, results in sort of a hot foot, uh, or rather a severe inflammation of the, uh...

Well anyway, it burns the hell out of your tongue!

[Tongue is on fire and he jumps into nearby water]

[Is reluctantly eating K Rations]

That's the spririt, Mac! Eat your K Rations and like it.

Nyeeh!

[Smells smoke]

[Smoke spells out 'Eat at Dirty Joe's']

Mac's brains are still in his stomach.

[Follows smoke and eats with natives]

Well, the man who came to dinner.

Look, Mac. We're not complaining about your manners, and it's all right to be friendly with the natives,

but their food is not prepared in the most sanitary fashion.

Very often, the food which they handle, what you're now packing away, is infested with germs which are extremely difficult to digest.

[Pats his stomach in satisfaction and hiccups]

Oh, pardon me!

[Mess Special Today Turkey]

[Waves while in line]

Yea we see you, Mac! This is what you've been waiting for.

Hey, Mac! In a couple of seconds you'll have that big turkey dinner!

[Is in front a large steaming turkey on a plate]

Yum, yum! Roast turkey and cranberries! And ... Oh here we go again.

[Releases gas and runs to the head]

CHARGE!

[Returns only to find turkey bones]

Too bad, Mac. Ya missed the boat, but they will have turkey again, sometime. But in the meantime ...

[Plate of sausages are placed in front]

[Horse neighs]

[The End. MN 2808 d. 1945]