The White Falcon


The White Falcon - 08.11.1941, Blaðsíða 3

The White Falcon - 08.11.1941, Blaðsíða 3
THE WHITE FALCON PAGE 3 Doughboy Doings The men in our outfit have learned what a bit of paint and a lot of hard word can do to make a drab hut one of the finest dayrooms on the island. We thank Pfc. Carnes and Pfc. Herbert, our best paint slingers for their part in the work. Tournaments in dominoes, checkers and pinochle were started last Saturday night. Wonder who the champions will be? Congratulations to Pvts. Me Peek, O’Flannagan, Adams and Cunningham, who recently made Pfc’s. Pfc. William U. Stopher. * * Our technicians have been working on the Company radio for a week how trying to get it fixed for reception, Why, doesn’t the editor print a ra- dio program for Iceland? (Next week. — Ed.) Sgt. Green T. Mills. * * The football games Sunday, October 26, were played on a soggy field. The playing was somewhat ragged due to the lack of practice. However, the boys have plenty of punch and showed promise of becoming more adept in the future. The outstanding feature of the first game was the F.A.’s use of the famous Rockne shift. The F. A. seemed to do pretty well with this sort of shift as they came out on the long end of a 7—0 score. The second game between the Special Units and our team was won by the Spe- cial Units team. Several times our eleven was deep in the Special Units ' territory, but each time a fumble for inter- cepted pass cost them a score. The final score, 13—0. * * I was talking to our very- much admired Personnel Clerk Sergeant C. R. Turner, and it looked to me like he had run into someone who didn’t think so much of his teeth. Those two big teeth that used to decorate Charlie’s mug are no longer there. Watch over them, Char- lie., or your teeth will be like pearls; scarce. * * Our camp football team is coming along nicely and will soon be ready for all comers. This unit is represented by the following named men: Corp. Williams, J. Tracy, Halsey, Pfc. Jackson, and Songer and last but not least the two Bells. We wonder why Corp. Atwell goes to Reykjavik so often. Can it be that the “redhead” has fallen. Corp. Watson at the Post Exchange, “No chec- kee, No beer. If you have the "checks he has no beer. Pfc. Winchester. * * Evex-yone has at some time or other heard about stamp collectors, coin collectors, or probably have the same hobby, but there are very few who collect paintings and pencil drawings, it so happens that there is one man in this unit who is vei-y much interested in Art and has a gallex-y all of his own. It is none other than Sgt. Kenneth W. Gray. S. Rogers. * * We wish to correct a state- ment made in the White Falc- on Newspaper on Saturday October 25, 1941: “Corp. Mant- kowski has been selected to at- tend the officer’s school” Corp. Mantkowski has not been sel- ected as yet, but every man in the oi-ganization is pulling for him and we hope that he will be one of the lucky ones sel- ected. * * If congratulations are in ord- er, this oi-ganization wishes to congratulate the Editors of The White Falcon Newspaper on the great work that they are doing. We think it is a fine little paper and hope that it progresses as well in the next month as it has in the last. Evei-y member of this organiz- ation is a subsex-iber. (Thanks—The Editors). * * We regret to inform the many friends of Sergeant Ed- ward Koi'dalewski of his fath- er’s death in Cleveland, Ohio. We also want to thank Fa- ther Prudell for the fine ser- vice on Sunday October 26th, 1941. Fifty men of the Catholic faith tui-ned out for this service I know that the heart of Serge- ant Kordalewski was warmed to know that he had so many friends. S/Sgt. Fred. A. Domkamp. Aviation Engineers Mark First Birthday In a decorated recreation hall here in Iceland one section of an Aviation Engineer out- fit celebrated the first anni- versary of its existence, Oct. 20. Lt. Col. E. M. Morris, com- manding officer of the Iceland Base Command Air Force, was the guest of honor at the af- fair. He thanked the men of the outfit for their fine efforts here and ended with a toast “Well Done”. Major Morris, commanding officer of the unit, also spoke and expressed his complete satisfaction on being chosen to lead such a fine group of men. The major has been as- sociated with the organization since its inception. Capt. R. Page acted as master of cere- monies at the dinner. Capt. Page also called upon two enlisted men for talks. Pfc. Welles, company plumber, spoke first and told of his du- ties with the outfit and of the different places he has travell- ed in the organization. M/Sgt. Hugo Geek, construction sup- ervisor, who has also been with the group since its start, was called upon. Groups from the “mother” organization are scattei-ed throughout the U. S. and its possessions. Caisson Rumblings First Sergeant Charlie Fow- ler- is now “Top Kick” in this unit. Private Marvin Young is in the hospital, and we wish him a speedy recovery. Our battery commander has pro- mised a carton of cigarettes or its equivalent to non-smok- ers, to the man with the high- est score in the range firing. Pvt. Robert L. Snodgrass. • The signal Section finally won first place in the com- munication tests. Pvt. Wilson returned from the hospital af- ter having his leg aliment treated. Corp. Stout is still a little winded after the race last week. Corp. Corp. George Gabel. • Our football team played its second game Sunday, a score- less tie with the Infantry. The battei-y officers have been shifted. Lt. John O. Suter has replaced Lt. John L. Lynch, who has gone to another bat- tery. Corp. Lee. SKY WRITINGS By Pvt. John Everhard. Corp. Jim Filer has been putting his spare time to good advantage by making a study of astrology. He promised to give us all the dope on— the first clear night—when we’re leaving for home. * Sgt. James Lyons is willing to pit his Transportation Unit against any other such Section in Iceland in the matter of safe driving. His trucks have had but one minor accident since arrival. * Pvt. A1 Langone went into a trance the other week and came up with a new song hit which we all may be humming soon. It has tricky lyrics, but A1 hasn’t copyrighted his mus- ic yet so we can’t publish ’em. * Last Sunday the powers that be of the Iceland Base Com- mand made possible what ef- ficiency experts the woi’ld over have been crying for — the twenty five hour day (by turn- ing the clock back one hour at two a.m.), thereby giving Pvt. Ned Hoffman one more hour in which to dream about Katherine! (And us about Betty). * Sgt. “Speed Demon” Kirsch- ner, who is responsible for all that swell chow we’ve been get- ting lately, scored a brilliant touchdown for the Privates in the game between the Priv- ates and the Sergeants Satui’- day, when he pulled a “Cor- rigan” and ran in reverse! Sgt. Bob “The Trigger" Wid- mer has finally received his mail order ukulele after a two month wait. Every evening now you can stop by the Make Believe Ballroom Hut and en- joy his concert version of “Mary had a litle Lamb”. * Pvt. S. Franke of the medics after seeing the new name of the now extinct Army Bugle opened, first they gave us the Bugle, but now we’re getting the bird! (The White Falcon). * Dear Santa Claus: Please send me one thirty day furlough to the States for Christmas. I’ve been a real good boy. Yours very truly, Pvt. J. Everhard.

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