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Infantry
The bingo party was a great
success. Prizes were plentiful,
and the entertainment was good.
Our hats are off to Lt. Borror
for his parody on “Johnnie
Doughboy Found a Rose in Ire-
land.” Herd’s tune to “My Old
Kentucky Home” was outstand-
ing. Corp. “Bang” Nienaber laid
the boys in the aisles with his
latest heart-throb melody.
We are doing “right well” in
the War Bond effort. We are
not 100%, but over $2000 a month
is not to be sneezed at. Nice go-
ing, fellows, keep up the good
work.
Our mail, instead of bearing
good news, centered around the
so-called “Bawling Outs.” It
seems that Cupid has been draft-
ed into the service also.
The Rec. Center seems to bold
some of the boys sort of ga-ga.
How about it, Corp. Louie?
Pfc. Joseph H. Myner “guitar -
ed” his way right out of the
hospital. Welcome back, only
where’s the shiny guitar?
1st Sgt. Wall.
To wash a truck is work, but
Pfc’s. Finsterwalder, Thompson
and Harrington don’t mind; in
fact they are very anxious to
go and wash their trucks,
especially at a certain creek!
Something interesting there,
boys?
We would like to know the
contents of the letter Pfc’s. John
Vander Van and Leo Kroppas
got from a certain Corporal’s
girl friend; it couldn’t be to keep
an eye on him, could it?
After having been notified that
his transfer went through, Pvt.
Edward Biehler, was a happy
man, for he will resume his du-
ties as a truck driver.
The boys would like to know
where Pvt. William Albert got
the pictures of all the good look-
ing women that he has.
When it comes to swing and
jive Pfc’s. Arthur Lathrop and
Joe Sommerfelt have what it
takes. Music furnished by our
phonograph, these two boys can
sure swing it; the innocent by-
standers such as Pfc’s. Roy Ree-
ves and Hank Erdman, and Pvts.
Albert and Franklin just sit tight
and get a big kick out of some
of the routine steps they go
through.
Corp. Val Stchur.
We are glad to hear that Pfc.
Edgar Rhew has recovered from
the affects of his recent rifle
hunt. The story goes that Rhew
had been carrying his rifle on
his right shoulder and when he
began to get kind of tired, he
shifted it over to his left shoul-
der. A few minutes later he was
seen looking around as though
he had lost something. When
questioned, he answered, “I’ve
lost my rifle!” Poor Rhew’s face
got pretty red when the fellows
pointed to the rifle resting on
his left shoulder.
We wish to extend our con-
gratulations to the following men
who have recently been pro-
moted to: Staff Sgts., Walter
Schoellman, Jesse Owens, Arthur
Waddell, Noah Henderson; Sgts.,
Oliver Wilcoxon, John Hundley;
T/4G., Dave Long, Edward Var-
ney; Corp., Daney Queen; T/5G.,
Bradley Perkins, Fred Lukkari-
nen, Clarence Mongar, James Ep-
ling, and Charles Siers.
It has been discovered that we
have a poet man among us, who
has been keeping his work pretty
much a secret Here is one from
his collection —
I sweated the mail call,
And soon as it came,
You can bet that 1 listened
Like Hell for my name.
I didn’t get many,
But those that came in
I opened and quickly
Read through to the end.
There was one from my baby
And pne from my Sis,
And one from my Mom
That went something like this:
“Son, please write more often,
For I’m worried, you see.
Although you’re away.
You’re still precious to me.
“You say not to worry,
You’re doing okay.
Jut son that’s much harder
To do, than to say.
Do the best that you can,
For we’re all proud of you.
\.nd our thoughts will be with you
Till this is all through.
“So please write more often,
And we’ll make it okay.
But you know I’ll be worried
Till you’re back here to stay.”
Just a letter from Mom,
And she got me told right.
So I guess I’ll write her
A long letter tonight.
L. I. E.
Pfc. Merrill T. Hamilton.