The White Falcon - 14.03.1942, Qupperneq 3

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Long before J. Edgar Hoover’s FBI men were heard of the
army was putting forth G-men. They ’re the Big Four of staffs
—-personnel, intelligence, plans and training, and supply. Shown
here is the G-l, Lieut. Col. Kirby Green.
Perhaps it was for the benefit of the cameraman that Lieut. Col.
George A. A. Jones “turned on” this smile. Whatever the reason,
we’re not apt to find out because Col. Jones talks little, hears
lots. He’s G-2 of the Iceland Base Command.
Staff Sgt. Herman Crouch, right, and Sgt. Byron McKinstry,
caught while slogan hunting n the White Falcon contest.
News From The Forces
Hafy
We welcome to the Fleet Air
Base this week Lieut. Herbert
P. McNally, who is now the Base
Chaplain and Morale Officer.
Father McNally has already
begun his work, and will, with
our cooperation, make the Base
a happier and better place to
live.
Lieut, (jg) J. 0. Wynn, Dental
Corps, reported a few days ago,
and has been appointed dental
officer and given charge of the
recreation facilities.
To Harry George, SK3c, goes
our appreciation for overhaul-
ing and maintaining the juke
box. We give you full credit,
George, and consider your abil-
ity as a “juke mechanic” to be
4.0.
And fellows, there’re going
to be movies at the opening of
the recreation building tonight.
H. R. Peterson,
Engineers
OFFICERS’ CANDIDATE
SCHOOL: Sgt. Milton Rosen-
stein, from the depot headquart-
ers of this organization, hopes
to go back to the United States
soon to attend the quartermaster
officers candidate school. How-
ever, it would seem that he is
not alone in preferring a branch
of service other than the Depot
Engineers. Pvt. Edward J. Sten-
son is interested in applying for
the officers candidate school in
the ordnance department, Pvt.
James R. Payne in the adjutant
general’s department, Pvt. Leon-
ard Levine in the finance depart-
ment, Pvt. George P. Rogers in
the coast artillery, Pvt. George
L. Pendergast in the shop engi-
neers, and Pvt. James H. Gilli-
son, Jr. and Pvt. Charles R. Hoff,
Jr. in the combat engineers.
WORLD TRAVELERS: A re-
cent issue of the White Falcon
ca'rried an article which told of
a chap who had seen service in
quite a number of countries over
a period of many years. This
outfit has Pvt. Genaro Chierchio
to match him. “Jacko” has been
in Panama, Hawaii, Philippines,
Guatemala, and Iceland while
in the army—and all in less than
five years.
WE COVER THE STATES:
The Engineers Depot unit (we
run the Dump), consisting al-
most entirely of volunteers, has
representatives from most of
the states of the Union, from
Washington to New York. One
hut has a unique membership;
each of the thirteen men in the
hut is from a different state.
We’ll bet they carry loaded
rifles
INDIANS IN ICELAND:—
Biggest curiosity to native Ice-
landic workers in the Engineer
Dump is Pvt. Peterson Charles
(we call him “Chief”), a full-
blooded Indian from Utah. At
first they stared at him with
mingled awe and discreetness
from behind lumber piles and
Nissen huts. It took time for
them to smoke the pipe together,
but when they saw he carried a
rifle instead of a bow and ar-
row, they grew bold, approached
closer to “Chief”, and now
they’ve buried the hatchet. —
Pvt. James H. Gillson, Jr.
The A-7 basketball team lost
its initial game of the season to
the headquarters team of the
IBC by the close score of 24 to
22. We’re especially anxious to
get games with other units and
will take on all comers. It was
noted the air corps had a picture
of their quintet in The White
Falcon a couple weeks ago.
We’re ready to accept a chal-
lenge from them. There’s one
condition; we’ll have to play in
your gymnasium. We haven’t
got any.—Pfc. E. J. Houston.
Air Corps
In case Sgt. Wedmore, our
provost sergeant needs any assi-
stance in the performance of his
duties, which doesn’t seem, ne-
cessary at the moment, we want
him to know that Sgt. 6ob Wid-
mer was once chief of police of
Connelsville Pa. when the Boy
Scouts took over the town for
a day!
This week’s big question —
what kind of fertilizer does Pvt.
Hump Lynch use on that red-
undant foliage under his nose??
That backbone of the Air
Corps, Pvt. Two Gun Dalton,
certainly disgraced the noble
name of our outfit by feeding
the fishes from 2,000 feet up
when he got his first plane ride
the other day!!
It’s a sad day indeed when
Cowboy Cavner lights a cigar-
ette, throws the box of matches
in the trash can and puts the
burnt match in his pocket. Must
be spring in the air.
Lt. Jackson, the engineer ad-
jutant, is sadly missed by this
department, now that he has
gone to another camp. Good
luck, Lt.
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