The White Falcon - 12.09.1942, Síða 8

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News From The Forces
Another way to play havoc with Japs! A newly developed am
phibious tank shown here on test run.
Medical
Our Mess Hall is gradually tak-
ing on a new appearance through
the untiring efforts of our new
Mess Sergeant, T/4G. Bill Moore
and his staff.
The “Unholy Three Combine,”
is still as unholy as ever. Isn’t
that so, Corp. Papastrat, Pfc.
Chrissan, and Pvt. Marnel?
It’s soldiers like Pfcs. Jack
Wilsey and Boh Stern that keepi
lots of us fellows laughing. Why,
with their jokes and imitations,
it’s a wonder they aren’t on
Broadway.
The rubber shortage has be-
come acute to Pfc. Albert Vir-
elli. Never has he been so inter-
ested in the conservation and re-
clamation of Government prop-
erty and needs. Rumors have it
that he has only three more plac-
es to contact in order to find out
the whereabouts of a tire he lost,
and none of the three places have
any id.ea as to its whereabouts.
A1 claims it’s like looking for
a needle in a haystack. Just watch
out that you don’t get stuck by
that needle, Al.
“Yanks” Yaindl.
Air Warning:
Rosenberg’s Rascals: Congrat-
ulations from the whole gang
to Sgts. DiPlatzi and Cothran on
their recent promotions.
Interest in fencing has taken
a sharp upward trend since we
found out we have a champ in
the crowd. It would have to be
our tough luck to have him trans-
ferred to another unit just when
we were going to arrange a good
match. Sorry, Landfish.
Pfc. Leonard L. Weiss.
Kentner’s Kindergarten: We
can no longer keep our silence
for some time now Jack Ellison
and Len Weiss have argued in
this column over each other’s
relative merits as chow hounds.
We hereby make our entry: —
The one and only Joe Bitterman,
Next?
What started out as a barracks
gag has developed into a profit-
able avocation for Lt. C. McB.
Mershon shown here cutting Capt.
P. S. Wilson’s hair. Convenient,
too, for barracks-mates wanting
a lastminute trim before a heavy
date.
who will take on all comers; you
bring the chow.
Bob Roedel still gets those let-
ters of blue paper from Long Is-
land — lucky fellow; but top
honors for mail here go to Al
Arnoff, who claimed a good fifty
percent of the last mail for him-
self.
We’ve not only got chow
hounds — we’ve got a good rea-
son for them. Our coks put Tofan-
netti to shame! (Hey, Smith, do
I get thirds on the ‘hotcakes’ for
that ?)
Happy birthday greetings to
our medic, Irving Yentes!!
Red Mills, as a result of his
accident playing a hall a few
months ago, refuses to join in our
local games, come on, Mills, let’s
have some help from you!
T/5G. Robert M. Carlin.
Daley’s Rock Rollers: The out-
fit’s sincerest condolence to 1st
Sgt. Daley, who was shocked into
a mild stroke, when, without
warning, he was informed the
usual Rock Roller work detail
would be augmented by a detail
from our good friends, the “Ras-
cals” (proving there is something
new "under the sun).
Corp. Jack Ellison.
Mechanized
I’ll .lay ten to one that Henry
Ford doesn’t know that Valen-
tine (Dive Bomber) Miller is in
the Service. “Dive Bomber”
claims he can run engines on
water.
We have a guy in our outfit
who likes guard so much that
he even stands -guard mount
when he is not on guard. What
do you say about that, Pvt.
“Guard Mount” Harvey?
Lately we have begun to won-,
der about our ltecon Sgt. He
walks around all day saying “And
do you know what I did? Well,
I took my 860,000 and bought
chairs for the standing Army.”
If it isn’t chairs for the standing
Army, it’s wagon seats for the
sit down strikers. Getting pretty
bad, Sgt. Grau, yeah, pretty bad.
Corp. Roy E. Miller.
Artillery
An addition to the list of per-
sonal equipment was added re-
cently by a very popular Sgt.
However comfortable they may
be, it is a real treat for sore
eyes to see him tucked away
in his little bed wearing those
flashy blue-striped pajamas. To
add to the glamour, his “part-
ners in crime” sprinkled a rather
expensive bottle of perfume on
bis fancy wearing apparel. Al-
though he has laundered them
by hand several times, he still
hasn’t been able to wash out
that beautifully romantic odor.
Rumor has it that a very pro-
minent beauty operator from
Chicago has been corresponding
rather frequently with a certain
Sgt. Shormas. Besides getting
numerous letters (sweet ones
too) each mail call from her,
he also has received a pkg. con-
taining joke books to add to the
humorous side of life. However,
he doesir’t seem to think the jokes
are so funny, but would rather
“laugh off” a few more boxes
of candy!
Corp. Ralph G. Karrer.
T/4G. Clyde C. Hansen can
now say, “Mission Accomplished-
Cease Worrying.” A letter arrived
and informed him that he is the
father of another baby boy. Mo-
ther and son are doing very
well. Congratulations “Slim”
from all the gang.
1st Sgt. Sanders lias ideas of
replacing his whistle with alarm
clocks. Now, wfill these rest
wreckers have the peculiar end-
ing notes that we hear every
time his brass “faller-outer”
starts to swing and sway?
One enlisted man’s misfortune
turned out to be an additional
pleasure for all theatre goers.
Pvt. Gregg broke his phonograph
so he has donated his records
for use at the theatre between
shows. Thanks Johnny for help-
ing to keep the music at the
show swinging and bouncing.
Corp. Herbert F. Bening.
Ordnance
“We hope that T/4G. Kearns
will be kept busy all the time
with his new job as mail orderly.
For an excellent rendition of
“Mother Macree,” all one needs
to do is to supply T/5G. Healey
with a brew.
From what little woman does
“Chief” Campbell always receive
those little “El Stinko” cigars?
To Pvt. Itchie Fishel Wenger
and his able assistant from Ha-
zelton, (a small town somewhere
in the mines of Pennsylvania)
Pfc. Neil Cusatis, we wish to say,
“Well done boysT It was a good
job that you did on our ware-
house.”
“Shorty” Ciarnelli was in all
his glory the other day when
he received a letter from Helen,
and now the members of T-4
are patiently waiting for him to
come out of his love-liangover
and build that long promised
shoe-shine box.
• Pvt. Richard H. Oliver.
Signal
Pfc. Franklin Fredricks, cook-
ing for the Junior Officers’ Mess,
has gone a long way up the culi-
nary ladder of success. He now
has two “KP’s” working for him,
making it easier to turn out food
“par excellence.” He adds that
“Kentucky Twist” to ordinary
rations, that really makes the
palate jive.
Jackson.
Pvt. Alfred (Matador) Wotchko
broke three cross country records
when he sped down a hill closely
followed by a GI truck tire.
Luckily he reached the NCO
quarters before the tire, or El
Matador would have been among
the missing today.
T/5G. Carlyle D. Forest has
been walking so much in his
sleep lately, that he is planning
on putting in his hid for time
and one half for overtime.
Corp. Stanley L. Carter’s must-
ache looks a lot better now that
he has shaved it off. And between
Sgt. Mike Vale’s waxed mustache
and big black cigars, we have one
big fire hazard.
Melvin H. Huning.
The extra-special dental atten-
tion received in camp lately has
been the direct result of the riv-
’Gators Tackle
Trojans in Semis
The Alligators, having sailed
through their six-game schedule
without defeat, will tackle the
untried Trojans next week in
semifinals of the Officer’s Soft-
ball tourney.
The Iroquois team already has
qualified for the championship
flight, and will meet the Alliga-
tor-Trojan victor for the crown.
The Alligators are conceded an
edge in the playoffs because its
bracket was composed of the
league’s strongest teams, and no
foe caused the Alligators any
noticeable trouble during the
campaign.
—Cobras
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lagers, limiting the losers to two
Hits. However, his cohorts also
were feeble at the plate, garner-
ing a lone single, but capitalized
on 13 walks to win the decision.'
So unless the Lions break loose
with a surprise barrage of base-
hits, Harris’ tantalizing slants
are expected to produce victory
for the Cobras.
airy between Capt. Mitchell and
Lt. Kramer, who like a couple
of tonsorial artists have been try-
ing to beat each other to the cust-
omer. — Late bulletin: At 0930
hours Captain Mitchell was pur-
suing his duties so vigorously
that he had extracted one soldi-
er’s three false teeth before the
patient could indentify his ail-
ment.
Overheard in the camp area:
Native Junk Dealer: Any old
rags? Any old iron?
Officer: Quiet man. This is the
Officers’ Club.
N.J.D.: Any old bottles? Any
bid barrels? v
It is uncertain whether the
cause was Sam’s having made the
pants too long, but at the com-
pand, “Double Time, MARCH!”
during the last calisthenics peri-
od Pvt. Cacioppo, Justice, and
Markijohn were seen to take one
{simultaneous, synchronized flop.
From the mess hall bulletin
.board:
“Dubbing of neophytes of the
order of the Knights of the Chow
Table will take place tonight at
1730. Signed: Tech. Sgt. Wilson,
Mr. Sgt. Cauffman.”
Staff Sgt. Sturtz.
The new P-T boat shows its trim lines as it speeds across
the water. With special antiaircraft defense, extreme maneu-
verability, and punishing armament, the P-T promises grim
welcome for the Jap navy.
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