The White Falcon - 05.09.1942, Qupperneq 5

Troop Hews From The Organizations
In fa 11 try
At mail call Pfc. DuBeau and
Pfc. Baldowsky scored heavily,
with DuBeau taking the lead by
three letters.
So far 87 percent of this organ-
ization has subscribed to buying
bonds. That’s a good percentage
fellows, but not good enough;
let’s make it 100 percent.
"While Corp. Kelly is enjoying
a London furlough, his mail is
piling up here in the orderly
room. When he returns, he will
probably have to detail his squad
to help him read it all.
Your reporter is wondering
why everytime the cooks, Brecht
and Hickey, are on shift, they
manage to get an easy menu.
Could it be that they have Mess
Sgt. Gould “snowed under”?
Pfc. Harold Massey.
Pvt. George G. Wiles, our day-
room orderly and bugler, has
been appointed Pfc. and seems
very happy over the whole thing.
Sgt. Bush, our big Romeo, has
retired to a seat in the back row
of Romances. Staff Sgt. Don Rice
and T/4G. Bernard Foster, are
working very hard getting ready
to go before the OCS Board.
Corp. Orland H. Parsons.
There seems to be some com-
plaining about losing bill folds.
Well boys, take a tip from me
and always take the money out
of the fold before you start sweat-
ing the seven or eleven or the
ace of hearts; hut you must re-
member that there is someone
better than you.
The cooks in this organization
are doing fine. They finally found
a way to fix up sea foods to
make them taste good. And while
on the subject of chow, it seems
that our mess sergeant, Staff Sgt.
Craig’s hardest job is getting out
of bed in the morning.
We would like to send our best
regards for a speedy recovery to
Corp. Lawrence J. McMakin who
was admitted to the hospital, and
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CHAPLAIN’S CHALLENGE
Good soldiers go to Church.
Services for all faiths
Consult Bulletin Boards
“In the sweat of thy
face shalt thou eat
bread”. — en. 3:19.
We have not yet returned
to the garden of Eden, so the
quotation still applies. Mise-
rable indeed is the idle man.
Application to your job so
that you know it better than
anyone else and knowledge of
your equipment, its use and
care, commands intense study
and work. Such activity at-
tracts attention and pays big
dividends. Happy is the man
who cultivates interest in
some subject so that the day
affords insufficient hours to
do all he wants to do.
the latest is that he is getting
along fine.
Pfc. Edward G. Doubek.
We were very sorry' to lose
three of our Sgts. to another org-
anization. They were: “Crying
Sam” Mysong, “Slant Eye” Jenk-
ins, and “Musty” Gray. They can’t
seem to break away after being
with us so long, so you can al-
ways see one of them visiting,
on “Official Business” of course!
Staff Sgt. Kidwell says he does-
n’t like progress charts very well
because they don’t accomplish
the things intended. You can find
him in his spare moments in some
secluded corner trying to give
everyone his just reward and not
to overrate anyone, uttering
words that only a seasoned sailor
could compete with!
Since T/4G. Tucker took over
the motor pool one can see Sgt.
“Pin Head” Pilipick running
around shouting orders to his
newly assigned unit wearing a
uniform that would make a gla-
diator envious!
Corp. Arthur L. Stratton.
We regret the leaving of “Dea-
con” Jones. Deacon’s spirits were
pretty high when he left, as his
girl friend quit sending him
mimeographed letters.
The guard on patrol rushed
into the Orderly Room the other
night and excitedly reported to
the CO, “I just heard two shots
down the street!” “That’s all right,
replied the CO, “it’s probably Sgt.
Steve Bartas. He always takes
a couple of shots before turn-
ing in.”
Who has had the most experi-
ence in digging fo^ holes? Ask
“Air Raid” Cantrell. Who is it
that walks around camp with a
far away look in his eyes and
upon passing other enlisted men
smartly returns salutes that are
never given. Could be Ralph J.
Elias, future student of the OCS.
Staff Sgt. “Soup” Campbell
stated the other night, while
showing off his girl’s picture,
“You know my girl loves dumb
animals.” Three voices respond-
ed to that one!
1st Sgt. E. A. Wall.
In the band dressing room: Sgt.
Reik — “The uniform for tonite
will be —”; Corp. Wolf :— “Don’t
forget, barrack bags, too”; Pfc.
Sobelman — “and the long-hair-
ed stuff, too? Watch me knock
myself out”; Sgt. Casad — “Gee,
I just had a double dose of Roche-
fort cheese”; Corky comes in, and
everybody sniffs; Dink tries to
don size 6% garrison hat on an
8% head; Pfc. Stillson trying to
arrange his tie, at the same time
reading 14 letters, forgetting a
shirt, wearing one legging and
looking ljke a startled rooster.
Heard in the nite: Corp. Tatar
growlgrrr”; Father Hines —
“I’m the happiest man; I might
even become a 30 year man”; and
Sgt. Wilson, “I’m the fastest work-
er they’ve got.”
Favorite tunes: Sgt Warren,
“Chattanooga Choo-Choo”; Sgt.
Mills, “2nd Hungarian Rhapsody";
Sgt. Losli, “Carnival of Venice”;
Sgt. Lenn, “St. James Infirmary.”
Corp. Hudelson and Pfc. Mart-
in are making plans to organize
a contractors union and have two
presidents. “Buck” Jones and his
buckaroos dedicated the new
mess hall last Monday nite. What
was it, dedicated or “delegated”?
What is there to this Stillson,
Casad Realty Co., Ltd. story?
Pvt. H. E. Rosen.
The Sally Satchel.
Well, well, Mr. Sgt. Bekowitz,
Tech. Sgt. Stephens and Sgt. Mas-
sey recently achieved the rank
of WO. Nice work, men! But be-
cause all three of these wise men
wear small pants we ask, “Little
men, what now?”
All scoffers forward! Pvt. Ros-
en’s latest convert, Corp. Brown
(the handsomeJiny one) is fully
equipped with 4,000 bucks and
ready to prove the accuracy of
that Ali’s statements. Maybe if
Corp. Cohen, the Chaplain’s aide,
rigged up a sort af “delirious
data den” in Maj. Dean’s nifty-
book shop, that unbearded pro-
phet could read the crystal ball
and make us all rich.
Could it be that Pvt. “Sis” Or-
cutt, the geographical wizard is
studiously poring over maps to
plot the Stork’s route to Muncie,
Indiana (spittin’ distance from
Bethel-on-Jake’s Crick)?
The cherub-like “Wee .Willie”
Burrell sings tunes a la juke-box
fashion. Cues serve as coins. Ex-
ample: Pvt. Minor: “Oh, I don’t
know” (alas how true). Wee Wil-
lie: “Why, I love you like I do.”
It works every time on any tune.
Sgt. Shipley and Pvt. Bellomy
are down on the USO Clubs back
home. They say the USO cupids
don’t care whose gals get hit with
new darts.
Lt. Tuttle would like to know
if he could use the new, short,
“concentrated-love” messages' re-
cently adopted for cablegram
service. Says it would ease his
job if he just traded them for
the contents in some romantic
lad’s envelopes.
Corp. Ralph A. Velk.
Everyone tries to win, but we
claim to be close to the top in
most things. For instance there
is telling tall tales: Staff Sgt.
Horn has won many a medal in
the stock yards, of Chicago with
his ever increasing tales of he-
roic deeds when “time was.”
Then we have Sgt. W. McDowell;
a better jockey can not be found
in the hills of old Kentucky. He
has ridden with the best of them
(so he says), and many wreaths
have been passed his way when
the race was over. Yes, the Ken-
tucky Derby is a great thing,
and he intends to go back and
“sit uhder the old Apple tree”
with “someone” in Cincinnati,
Ohio. Not forgetting Sgt. Gray
who rode with the “star toters”
when the West was new, he
started his career in Oklahoma
with a tied down holster and a
yearning for horse thieves and
cattle rustlers. His dreams were
shattered when John Dililnger
was captured way up in the
northern states, and he joined
the Army to reconstruct his life.
Staff Sgt. J. R. McCarthy.
Air Corps
If you want to know the situa-
tion back home, just ask Ed
Brady. His former OAO is send-
ing back the ring, ’cause “her
heart belongs to Daddy.”
All the former colleagues of
Johnnie Evcrhard will be glad
to know that he is now 2nd Lt.
Everhard..
We have a new motto, fellas.
“Other outfits work from sun to
sun, but our work is never done.”
How about that?
What with all the nice, shiny,
new ratings that came out last
week, we’re a ranking outfit now.
It’s a new thing to see us have
corporals on KP, but they are
and that’s that.
OT “Commisar” Silvers made
Master Soldier and that’s the|
best news we’ve heard for a long
time. Congrats, Sam.
' OPEN LETTER: Sgt. Cohan — '
When are you going to trade
those incandescent lamps in for
a ' couple of projectors? “Juke
Girl” looked like a serial, Sun-
day night.
We believe that Winters ac-
tually gets a kick out of going
to town and snubbing the girls.
Three of them rushed up to him
the other night and asked. him
for a date, but he just frowned
and said, “No, go ’way!” Fine
thing!
Sgt. Russell H. Edsall.
MEMO: Change song title
“Johnny Doughboy Found a Rose
in Ireland” to read “Johnny Found
a Lass in Glasgow”! Yes, sir, you
could have knocked us over with
the proverbial feather when our
own Corp. McCready returned
from a London furlough. And, if
anyone didn’t see that paper Mac
was so proudly displaying, it
WAS a marriage certificate.
While we’re in a Walter Winch-
ell mood, recent ‘blessed events’
have made proud papas out of
Neil (Jock) Doucette, Art Curry,
and—“blow me down,” of all
people—Corp. J. A. Brady. Each
is the father of a baby boy. We
are watching for any last mi-
nute communiques from Mr.
Stork. Congratulations, fellows.
Sgt. Eddie Stoffregart conti-
nues to lose weight, reports Corp.
Brady, as a result of a reduced
diet. We guess Sgt. Brookins will
never tip the scales at a lower
figure if it necessitates a similar
restraint.
Keep ’em Laffin! When asked
the other day whether he had
gone to A. M. School, Joe Rosen
replied “No. I went in the after-
noon!”
STOP PRESS!! Another mater-
nity hospital just heard from!
Bulletin: Mrs. Leonard Hodge-
man and son doing fine, thank
you. Congratulations, Sgt. You
can stop sweating, now!
Pvt. Don Groth,
Most nervous expectant father
was Pfc. Archie .1. Johnston. The
long awaited letter arrived in a
peculiar, square envelope and was
propped on daddy’s foot locker.
For two days’ each time John-
ston passed it he muttered, “Just
a birthday card!” Finally, with
a great sigh he opened the let-
ter, read it, and put it down in
disgust. “Earl Wayne! Where
did she get that name for it?”
Men in khaki have gotten pret-
ty well used to bunkmates who
talk in their sleep, but when
snores are mingled with poetry
the results is quite startling. Wit-
ness this from Sgt. Wilvert on
the evening of August 31:
“I signed my name to an O. C.
form
And the Board then called for
me;
And I’ll be sporting a lil’ gold
bar
When I have crossed the sea.”
Dialogue between Sgt. Hurst
and the younger sister of a girl
from town:
Sgt. Hurst, “You look so sweet
I could eat you.” Infant, “You
could like hell. You don’t have
any teeth.”
After using a number of high-
ly advertised shampoos and hair
oils, Mr. Sgt. Rinehart has final-
ly solved the problem of falling
hair. At any rate that last lone
hair has been holding out for
more than two months now.
Staff Sgt. Sturtz.
Signal
Big Joe Gagliardo, sporting a
mild shiner, denies that it was
hung on him by T. J. Girard.
Sgt. Joe declares the discolora-
tion is the result of a collision
with a swinging door, or a bird
cage.
“Bottleneck” Botwinik, it is
reported, always smiles when he
is asleep. T/5G. Hermann has
received a letter six feet long
from friends with whom he
used to work in the Windy City.
T/5G. Pluckhahn subscribed
to a Memphis newspaper, re-
ceived one copy, and then a no-
tice that his subscription had
expired.
John Alexander, receiving
news from Tazewell County, Vir-
ginia, opines that he’s not taking
in the county fair this year.
T/4G. Hugh P. Young.
Lost
At The White Falcon con-
ference a tire,. 7.50X16 was
lost by one of the drivers.
If the finder will please re-
turn the tire to The White
Falcon office, everyone will
be happy. It was announced
at the meeting that a tire had
been found, but the loser was
not the driver asked.