The White Falcon - 05.09.1942, Blaðsíða 8

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News From The Forces
Coast Artillery
Congratulations to our Com-
mander on his promotion to Cap-
tain. Also congratulations to the
three new papas: Tech. Sorrels
and T/5G. Thrasher have girls
arid Pfc. Williams a boy. “What
a man, Williams!”
Wonder when Swatfigure is
going to erect another ring for
“Jiujitsu”? What say Swatso?
Our Barber DeSimone had to
refrain from cutting hair as
Corps. Perryman and Simpsons
boys kept picking up the motor
of his clippers.
Is Sgt. Weinstein trying to
catch up with Corp. Bowley and
Pvt. McCary on the “Sick Book”?
Take it easy on the poker, Sgt.
Buchanan. Father must save his
money for baby clothes.
Guess Corp. Tylenda has stop-
ped drinking; he had a chance
on a quart and turned it down.
How does Pfc. Strausser rate
a new pair of glasses? Could they
be from Elmwood Park.
1st Sgt. Bloem has a new or-
derly, Pfc. Roberts, who calls
him each morning, on the mi-
nute for breakfast. Keep up the
good work, Roberts.
Who is the cook that rushes
around with pots and pans, fry-
ing ham, when a visiting officer,
comes around? I wonder would
Tinson know?
Does Pfc. Strausser go to town
to purchase “Ming Toy nail po-
lish?
“The Shadow.”
Recently, our British friends
held an all-day field event in
which we were able to parti-
cipate and materially helped
their teams chalk up several
points.
Corp. Bradbury raced along
with a relay team that reached
the finals of this event. Corp.
Salalayko who had never seen
a cricket ball till recently, just
missed by a bare inch in win-
ning the cricket throw, but his
effort got him second place
which shows that his “Baseball”
arm is still in good shape. Corp.
Sargent and Sgt. Bocz really
showed them how in the shot-
put with some mighty heaves that
gained them first and second
place, respectively.
The men enjoyed being in a
“Allied” sporting event and ad-
mirably showed that they are
ready and able to throw out
more serious stuff against our
common “opponents.”
Sgt. R. C. Bocz.
It is wispered that a certain
Pvt. with a trick mustache made
quite a hit at the dance the
other night, however not with
the girls; too bad, old boy.
Congrats to Pfc. Burgess on
his promotion to Sgt. and also
to Pfc. Ringus to Corp. and Pfc.
Baldyga, to Tech. Corp. Good
work, fellows. Now that Dep-
tuch has eased up on Sgt. Bash,
he has to put up with Baldyga’s
Model T Chevrons. You’ll get
them some day, Joe.
Now that we have had the
“Life of Maxie Rosenbloom” on
the screen, why not “Sharpie”
(Numbers Racket) Abramowitz,
“Brooklyn’s own.” Show the fel-
lows your union card.
Hey you fellows on D.S., have
you forgotten about us here at
camp? Why not drop around
now and then to see the boys.
What certain Pfc. is afraid of
Dish Pan hands? KP never
killed anyone. Why not get Sgt.
Burgess to use Lux instead of
GI soap.
We overheard that Pfc. Per-
ron has volunteered to be D.R.O.
Marcellino’s steady Friday help-
er. What is the trouble, Perron,
does. Marcellino’s whip get the
best of you?
All of the boys wish Lt. Con-
way the best of luck at school.
We as a whole miss him, and
hope he returns very soon.
Lt. Lawley has left our outfit
to take over SSO, and we know
that he will do a grand job.
Why are the fellows calling
Corp. Lupa, “Sgt. Cassidy.” Can
it be because of his bay-wind-
ow? I am sorry, John; I forgot
that you had a “drop chest.”
Pfc. (Scoop) Connors.
Ordnance
Our supply department came
upon this choice bit the other
day while turning in clothes for
salvage. Here is the contribution
of a lyric poet, found in a field
jacket that he was attempting
to salvage:
“Oh, Salvage Man, if you recall,
I wore this jacket all last fall.
It clothed me warm in winter too,
But now, you see, it’s worn right
through;
So don’t be harsh and it reject,
It’s plain to see it is a wreck.
If you return this “thing” to me,
I’ll count to ten and then you’ll
see!!”
Naughty! naughty! Cut it out,
fellows! This to those members
of this organization who insist
on writing their autobiographies
in the linings of their trousers.
Name, rank and serial number
will serve the purpose.
Well, as I live and breath, it’s
Joe Botts. He even wormed his
way into the September issue of
“Esquire.” Mr. Sgt. Hundertmark
claims that “Joe” is his secret
to success. It seems that “Joe”
can solve any problem from
minding the baby, “to spearing
a Jap in ten easy lessons.”
QM Transportation went out
on a limb the other evening and
spread itself to everything from
beer to beer. Repercussions from
that affair indicate that another
is definitely in order. At what
other time could you find such
eminent members of this orga-
nization as Sgt. Bill Fitzgerald
and T/5G. “Gangplank” Bout-
well unbending to the extent of
attempting to rival Bing Crosby
and other outstanding high and
low note boys.
There was a great deal of in-
direct lighting about the place
as the brass moved to and fro.
Much to the delight of the en-
listed men the officers proved
themselves to be just as good
sports as they are soldiers.
De Cay.
Medical
Just imagine: Sgt. Shewmaker
as acting 1st Sgt.; Pvt.Hoot fi-
nishing the 100 yd. dash in 10
seconds; Pvt. Alcherson smoking
his own for a change; Sgt. Yock
losing in a card game; Pfc. M.
Dagley at a height of 0'3"!
Sir Francis, a Knight of the
X-Ray Darkroom, our heart
throb, has more dames than you
could shake a stick of gum at!
Bon Voyage to Sgts. Blackman
and Peczko. Let us hope Black-
man doesn’t pick up the British
'accent. It is hard enough to un-
derstand Robert’s present Eng-
lish.
We are very glad Pitcher Mad-
den, alias Peafield, alias Garfield,
found his pen. He would have
turned the unit inside out to find
the darn thing. Sentimental va-
lue, you know!!
T/5G. Lowe is our Mess Sgt.
He makes menus, even his own
mother wouldn’t recognize. Even
his meat-balls don’t bounce.
R. W. Bachorowski.
First a word of sympathy to
the fellows in our outfit whose
sweethearts have deserted them.
Carlin and Moore are almost over
their shock. But as to “Butch”
Johnson, McAnally, and poor,
“Blondie” Davis! That sure shat-
ters the belief we had that “ab-
sense makes the heart grow
founder.
Pfc. Feeley’s chest has in-
creased several inches in width
since the other day when he
found a piece in a magazine
about the “Fighting Feeleys.” He
says they are his uncle’s family.
Anybody that doesn’t believe that
it was in a magazine, just come
in, and I’ll promise that you
won’t get out until you are con-
vinced.
Who’s the best man on our
outside detail? McAnally! Sure
he’s big, and clumsy, and dumb,
but by heck he’s still the best
we got.
Our big blowout went over
swell. “Muscles” Zonfrelli, gave
us two more examples of his ex-
cellent singing, we had our same
good orchestra, and Lt. Cooper
turned in another good job as
Master of Cermonies, so how
could it have been anything but
good? As an addition to last time
we had our old friend Capt. Nab-
be performing with Capt. Fort,
on the piano and sax respect-
fully.
Congratulations to Staff Sgt.
Scott on finishing AO school. We
hope you’re soon able to take the
“A” off of that title.
Poor Pvt. Carlin. Here he is
trying to forget the fact that his
Honey left him, by making as
many dates in town as he can
and what happens? So he has
to break them. That’s all right,
Al. It can’t go on for ever.
Pvt. Thos. Broscious.
The detachment wishes Staff
Sgt. Roeder the best of luck on
his new job with the fire outfit.
And a speedy recovery for
Tech. Sgt. Klassen in the hos-
pital.
Pfc. Baptist is still our num-
ber one fan mail kid; anyway
she still thinks of you. And our
quiz kid Rancick has a new one
each day.
T/5G. Fay Wright.
Aviation
Engineers
The contest for A-l chow
hound in this outfit has now
reached the semifinals. It’s a
tight race, and it’s still too early
to pick the lucky winner. The
betting on the outcome is heavy,
but no odds are given. The
winner will be crowned,
“Chow King”, and will take the
honor seat in the mess hall. All
contestants are warned to do
their stuff this week for the
final vote.
It’s quite a sight to see Pete
Maggiore (McGuire) walking
block after block because some
cute little girl smiled at him.
He swore that she winked at
him, so he took up the chase.
He followed her around the
same block for some three
hours. Did she speak to you,
—Baseball
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and not an error as the fans and
players, alike, had assumed.
Mgr. Mel Ott of the Giants re-
gistered his 2,500th hit Sunday
to step into a select circle of
present-day players, then pow-
dered his 25th homer of the sea-
son Wednesday to tie with Char-
ley Keller of the Yanks for se-
cond place. Slugging Ted Wil-
liams of Boston still heads the
homer parade with his total of
28 circuit clouts.
Three pitchers chalked up
their 18th victory of the cam-
paign during the week, with Tex
Hughson, Red Sox youngster,
leading Chicago’s Claude Pas-
seau and Mort Cooper of the
Cards to the wire. Whit Wyatt,
Brooklyn veteran, followed close
i behind by notching No. 17 in
Wednesday’s 3-2 12-inning ver-
dict over Cincinnati.
The much-travelled Buck New-
som changed uniforms once again
during the week, and this time
it appears that garrulous Buck
has hit the jackpot. He was re-
prieved from lowly Washington
when Brooklyn bought him as
“pennant insurance.” Pitching
for the Senators, Newsom had
a record of 11 triumphs and 17
defeats.
‘Softball Is No Joke’
By AN OFFICER.
This is serious business—
only one who has intimate
contact with this type of ball
can fully appreciate it. It is
rumored that a “big shot”
from the “Windy City” has
been collecting and dissemi-
nating the facts about the Of-
ficers’ Softball league games.
And it is also rumored that
he has been covering said
games in a frivolous manner.
True, there are some amus-
ing incidents; but these are
greatly outnumbered by ex-
amples of fine ball-playing
and good sportsmanship. Well
do we know that our efforts
will not take the headlines
nor compare with professional
exhibitions.
But, Mr. SPORTS EDITOR,
we are just as convinced that
the good should be mentioned
in with the bad—this would
give anyone who might read
the column a complete and
accurate picture!
(Ed. Note: So I guess we’ll
have to report that the Iro-
quois comedians out-laughed
the Scouts, 4-1, in their cham-
pionship affair. The Scouts
knew what they were doing,
however, when they lost, be-
cause the Iroquois team now
must face the powerful Alli-
gators in the tourney title con-
test—and that’s practically
suicide.)
Pete? Pete was not alone in this
wild goose chase. A very . dear
friend of his, who by the way
is married, was with him until
he left disgusted.
Corp. Philip Nicosia.
Pfc. Benjamin Feldman, Cantor, opens the Jewish service be-
fore a full congregation wearing prayer shawls. The portable
organ may be seen at the left. The Star of David decorates the
table cloth. In charge of the services is Lt. Asher Black, in the
front row at the right.