The White Falcon - 14.11.1942, Blaðsíða 5

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The
Organizations
Our Supply Sgt. and Tran-
sportation Corp. have been on
the outs lately. The reason, Corp.
Grout kept the Supply Sgt. awake
last week, typing out a letter to
his girl. Everyone knows how
mad Sgt. Shanks can get when
he misses a few hours of his
beauty sleep.
Everyone in the organization
wishes Sgt. Green and Pfc. Jus-
tice speedy recovery.
Pfc. William F. Moore.
The “Firemen,” led by Sgt.
Lee with the able assistance of
T/4G, Dickey and Pvt. Wood-
rick, overwhelmed the “Husk-
ies,” 39 to 11, in last week’s
featured basketball game. The
“Huskies” were outplayed
throughout the entire game, but
not outfought. However, at times
it seemed as if the “Huskies”
might awaken from their slumb-
er. But alas! The winning of this
game places the “Firemen” in the
semi-finals of the tournament.
Sgt. Rae Scott now flavors his
coffee with gloves. We would like
to know why, Sgt.? Also, what
makes Corp. Ray Bogoshian so
excited every time he receives a
letter from Adella? And as long
as we’re asking questions, why
the sudden interest in policing
every morning by Staff Sgt.
Winn’s men?
T/5G. Lipoli, Pfc’s. Mursick and
Carlson, and Pvt. Felfoldy have
completed a wonderful job of
painting our mess hall. After Pfc.
Drozdek completes the murals in
the Dayroom we will have one
of the most beautiful dayrooms
in this command.
A speedy recovery for Pfc.
Raetzle and Pvt. Barr, who are
now in the hospital.
Pfc. Edward M. -Dorfman.
The Christmas packages are
beginning to come in as was
noted in the last mail call, but
we wonder how many will re-
main unopened until Xmas?
Pfc. Barbour is a very popu-
lar fellow these days and the
reason: new slock in the P.X.
Tell the boys how many cans
of beer you have left in stock,
Dave! Pfc. Gerlich is now writ-
ing two letters a day to a Miss
Vivian Ford, which is some sort
of a record for letter writing.
Our newly decorated mess hall
reminds us of the Panther Room
in Chicago’s famed Hotel Sher-
man. All we need now is a floor
show. Incidently Pfc’s. Mauser
and Twargowski are in charge
of the decorating department and
their next project is the day-
room.
Pfc. Austin is back from the
hospital after an operation and
now it is the cooks who are go-
ing to see to it that he gains
that lost weight. In No. 4 the
other evening they had a gala
celebration just for old time’s
sake. The next morning Pfc. Ger-
lich -was found sleeping on a
pile of barracks bags. Some
party!
We found this unit’s talented
piano player, Deacon Dyer by
name, at the Rec Center the
other evening holding forth with
a jam session, plus his own pi-
ano stylings. I couldn’t see him
for the crowd that had gathered
around, but I understand that
he played for exactly one hour
and 45 minutes with no letup.
We found Corp. Kelley and
Pfc’s. Jiampa and McDaniels en-
joying a swim at one of the lo-
cal pools the other day, and al-
though it was a bit different
from the “old swimming hole”
back home, they seemed to be
having a fine time. Thanks,
I O’Neil, for the swell feed you
J gave us the other evening when
I we visited you. Everyone in No.
i 5 is sweating out the lounge
chair that Sgt. Knath promised
to send over. How about it, Joe?
Corp. Kircher is back from fur-
lough now, and just as soon as
he finishes reading his mail he
will be glad to answer all ques-
tions anyone might have con-
cerning the trip.
Pfc. Harold Massey.
Don’t say that I told you hut:
Pvts. Francis “Sleeping Sickness”
Subka and Leonard Peluso are
buddies. Now they’re both in
bad company. Who is the Ipana-
tootli-paste-ad that Bugler-Boy
Sam Estep has been sneaking off
to visit so often of late?
Why does Pfc. Jerry Dusek
weep hitter tears over, “Why
don’t we do this more often?”
Is he a sentimentalist or a mu-
sician?
Things I learned in the Army:
How to make a cheese-sandwiche
grille out of a stove lid: a water-
bucket, shelf, bureau-drawer,
light-reflector and a wash-tub
out of an empty gasoline tin;
a corn-popper out of a peanut-
brittle can with lid perforated.
(Add sugar, malt and a copper
coil and I could show Pioneer
Pvt. Duda a trick with corn that
every veteran of Tennessee
should know.)
Pvt. H. R. Holtz.
We wish a speedy recovery to
Pfc’s. George Campbell and
James Thompson who are in the
hospital. Get well, boys, we need
■you. It seems somebody gave
Pfc. Joseph Sommerfelt a razor
blade; we noticed he had a clean
shave the other day. Late to bed
and early to rise is Pfc. Justin
B. Warren, our PX Steward. Con-
gratulations go to Pvt. Harold
Void appointed Pfc.
Our cook, Corp. (T) Harry
Mladenoff, the boy from DePue,
has turned to wood carving as
a side line. He carved a minia-
ture dresser, that the boys all
have their eyes on (note! 1st Sgt.
Nichols).
We would like to know why
Something new and economical
(and interesting) has been added
to milady’s wardrobe by Dorothy
Crowler of Los Angeles. She made
her “drape-shape” suit from 60
cents worth of silk-sheen drape
material.
Sgt. Eugene Galewski wanted to
move out of a certain corner;
it couldn’t he that he heard a
spooky noise that kept him
awake the other night? Have no
fear, Sgt., spooks are only a
creation of the mind. Talk about
making the time, Staff Sgts. Jo-
seph Kyane and Dominic Smick
did all right the other nite.
Corp. Val Stchur.
It was suprising to see, one
day last week, when a certain
Pvt. in this organization, started
to eat his chow and found a coin
in his mess kit. We’ve all been
wondering lately if the Mess
Sgt. is going to put a prize in
for every meal. It -would be a
better idea if the Mess Sgt. gave
each man a slip af paper with
a number on it as he comes in
the door. Then maybe you could
have a drawing during each
meal.
After a month of schooling
our Sgt. Mjr. should be ready
to step back into his office. Too
bad the vacation couldn’t have
lasted longer. Sgt. Well’s done
a mighty fine job while he re-J
lieved Sgt. Croy as Sgt. Mjr.
Who was the Pvt. who told
the dentist that he couldn’t get
any water to clean his teeth.
I wonder if he’s still reporting
to Corp. Kane every hour, with
a canteen of water. If water is
so scarce, Mac, why don’t you
put a tub out when it rains, and
catch some. It’s a heck of a lot
easier catching water than it is
carrying it.
Corp. Kason.
This organization welcomed
back for a visit two popular
soldiers who have gone into
their own special lines. Pvt.
Jimmy Dodge now with the QM
with his beloved motors, and
Pfc. Arvid Calson, now with
Diesels.
Pfc. W. O. Stevens has been
officially rated Dayroom Order-
ly; as such, he takes up his tools,
the broom and box of Jhumb
tacks.
Laugh of the week — a Pvt.,
hearing about “Zoot Suits” worn
by civilians (Yes, they still
have ’em, Bruno) in a jitterbug-
ging mood, tried out his own
Zoot combination. It was an OD
blouse, woolen drawers, fatigue
gloves, and that’s all.
The swains are a little slow
about sending in their sweet-
hearts’ photos. Could it be they-
’re bashful, or just afraid they’ll
lose their girls?
Pvt. E. Brinkman.
The current topic is centered
on our day room which is gen-
erally conceded to^Jje the best
anywhere. Iks attractiveness
combines a pool table, ping-
pong table,; and an lionesl-to-
goodness juke box, with a fine
assortment of solid jive and a
too large amount of stump-jump-
ing music, played and presented
by our able friend “Two Gun
Burns.” We think it is a fine
place to spend those leisure
hours, and we have our chests
out about it.
Burton and Miles, Inc.
Corp. Combest was on pass
the other night and came hack
with a shiner. Who did it?
Wonder what’s wrong with
Ervin Harner and Jim I. Ilam-
itlon; they’re not on speaking
terms anymore.
What did Joseph B. Huhn, the
supply Sgt., do with a certain
Pvt’s. shirt? It’s too big for you,
Joseph, so please return it.
Pvt. Ralph F. Mucha.
Well, it looks like Pvt. Elling-
ton has broken another heart
back in Indiana! An added at-
traction at the Service men’s Re-
creation Center has infatuated
good old Pvt. Ellington.
Pfc. Lyon has been promoted
to T/5G. Our congratulations.
It seems that not all the men
are attending the regular Mass
were missing last Sunday.
I understand that Pfc. Peters
is starting to practice on his
bugle; could it be that he again
wants to be a bugler?
Pfc. Develvis has received a
four leaf clover from his heart
throb back in the good old U.S.A.
Pfc. Rule has taken to corre-
spondence these last few weeks.
I understand he is giving advice
for the lovelorn.
Pfc. Matt D. Ilich.
During the past week we’ve
had several promotions: Corps.
Paul Horvath, Denver G. Wright,
and Jack S. Cox made Sgt., while
Pfc. Kenneth L. Morgan was ap-
pointed Corp.
The best of luck from the
members of this outfit goes with
Pvt. Columbus Emmons in his
new organization, Quarter-
master.
Can you imagine who the two
Sgts. are, seen hopping to the
dispensary nearly every morn-
ing?
Sgt. Melvin E. Dinser.
Eureka! At last the great myst-
ery has been solved. Did you ever
wonder where the idea origin-
ated for comic valentines? Well
now it can be told. Staff Sgt.
Campbell has informed us that
he was born on St. Valentine’s
Day.
“Jug” Smock says he is leary
ol' Sgts. that stutter. He says that
in a recruit camp they were
drilling close to a lake, and be-
fore a stuttering Sgt. could say
halt, thirteen of the recruits fell
into the lake. When they crawl-
ed out the recruiting officer
shouted, “Fall in!” but they
couldn’t fool “Jug”; he replied,
“Thanks* I’ve just been in.”
“Cookie” Renshaw says his
raincoat is like his shelter half.
It doesn’t turn the rain, just sort
of sifts it.
1st Sgt. E. A. Wall.
The promotion this time goes
to Corp. Hampton on his good
luck; he’s now sporting Sgt.
Chevrons. Sgt. Payne has re-
turned hack to duty from the
hospital. But again the hospital
claims some members; this time
it is Pvt. Pauketat and Pfc.
Stephens. Ailing or just resting,
boys?
One of our members has a new
name, known as “Roxie Hart.”
Explanation, Bill Epps.
Cliff Shanklin.
We extend our congrats, to
Paul. O. Burbetie and Lionel E.
Lilly for being promoted to Sgt.
and to Pfc. Eugene Thomas for
being promoted to Corp. .
w Pfc. S. Rogers.
Ordnance
THE FEMININE SIDE: (Sweet
Tales) T/5G. Nestlin takes the
sweets that he receives from that
sweet gal o’ his back home and
gives it to “that other woman”
for some sweetness. And how
come Top-kick Altobelli ain’t
lops with Vy anymore? It seems
that Vy sent him a package of
sweets, and then also sent a sim-
ilar but larger one to Mr. Sgt.
“Rip” Dexter. You’ll have to “vy”
a little harder for her confections,
Sarge! What’s this we hear about
the “Battling Desert Creeper”
Sod letting Milaschewsky write
to his gal back home? Can it be
that he has found his true love
over here? (Yes, ’tis so, and rum-
or has it that she is in her for-
ties.)
It was quite the thing the other
day, to see Morton Wood dressed
in white, and posing as Julius
Caeser. (Now to find Brutus).
Richard H. Oliver.