The White Falcon - 14.11.1942, Qupperneq 6

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News From The Forces
There are not any too many
things that we see in our daily
work that bring back memories
of “the'good old days.” BUT my
daddy was a successful farmer
and when I was still a kid of
about 3, he acquired a team of
mules which became famous for
miles around for their hard work,
dependability, and loyalty. And
believe me “Bird” and “Aleck,”
the mules, are brought to mind
when I see two fellows playing
at wrestling and kicking. Maybe
they think I’m trying to make
“jackasses” of them, but Frank
G. Connell and Roland W. Clat-
terbush are two of the best sol-
diers in the Army. They sleep
in my barracks, and I’ll nap in
stocking feet from now on to
show ’em I mean it. Oh, you hot
foot!
10-E-C.
UIP
Congratulations to our new
Pfc’s. Collins, Chamberlain, Man-
ning, Lechtreck, and Cline. Col-
lins is leading the stripe-sewing-
on race, with chevrons on six
pairs of his long handles.
Local swains beware! Pvt.
“Profile” Contella comes out
from under restriction this week,
minus that lustrous wavy black
hair, and promises to make up
for lost time at the Red Cross
dances.
Who started that nasty rumor
that our successful OCS applicant,
Pfc. Dodd, is going to be in com-
mand of a Midget Battalion? And
why is it that Pfc. Mabry stands
up and hollers “Oh” instead of
“Attention” when a Lt. Col. ent-
ers M.P. Headquarters?
Pvt. Stark has applied for a fur-
lough to England solely for the
purpose of getting a tattoo by a
famous London tattoo artist. Hey,
Stark, are you sure that you have
enough room left for another
one?
The biggest laugh of the week
comes from our “Controlled ath-
letics program.” Half-pint Pvt.
House throwing a “judo” on pint-
and-a-lialf 1st Sgt. Kelley. If Staff
Sgt. Dorrough is going to cont-
inue kicking off in those football
games, we will have to get either
a detail out to replace the divots
or purchase a tee. He completely
destroyed three yards of turf in
the last game.
Who was the Sgt. that called
the Chaplain’s office because his
watch wouldn’t keep time accur-
ately? Shame on you, Joe T.; the
Chaplain has other work to do.
Staff Sgt. Alfred W. Isaacs.
Field Artillery
Corp. Leo Jackson is now in
the hospital along with Sgt. Le-
onard B. Ward; come on, fel-
lows, you can’t stay there all the
time, or is there something of
interest that attracts you fel-
lows? Pfc’s. Stanley L. Grims-
ley and Devenis Slone seem to
have trouble in walking, they
have both” acquired a limp. Sgt.
Louis M. Durbin has such sweet
smelling perfume; where do you
get, it, Louis? Couldn’t be from
Chicago?
Corp. Geo. Gable.
Hats off to our new middle-
weight fighters, Rough-house
Sims and Oscar Ross (not Bar-
ney Ross). Next time Ross let it
be known that you only want
to spar around. By the time it
ended, both were trying for a
knockout. Gloves flying from the
floor up and from the top of the
roof down. Action a plenty! Keep
it up, boys; you are slated as
sure challengers for some of the
ring bouts held here. My money
is on Rough-house Sims from
King Mountain, Ky.
Corp. Mason.
We are beginning to wonder
what js going to happen to
“Chicken” Fernett as he is a
very disappointed boy because
they have taken his “Beloved”
Goon away from him. Cheer up,
“Chicken,” the world is not as
bad as all that. There has been
quite a discussion in the main-
tenance section as to who the
little girl in New Jersey thinks
the most of. It seems that she
is unable to decide which of her
admirers she wishes to corre-
spond with, so she writes to the
section as a whole. Nice pic-
tures, eh, boys? The miracle of
the week: “Woodie” Taylor fin-
ally gathers together enough
ambition to arise from the table
and walk calmly up to the cook
on shift and get a pitcher of
coffee. First time in how many
months did yop sa^, Rush? I
couldn’t believe it at first either.
Corp. Leigh..
I wonder what 1st Sgt. Poliv-
ka said, when he got the report
of Sgt.'Flener and Pfc. Kuhl put-
ting kerosene in the gas tanks?
Hold your temper, Sarge.
Who is the fellow walking
around with his chest thrust out
with the weight of T/5G. chev-
rons on his sleeves. Maybe you
can explain this, Weiss?
We are glad to have Staff Sgt.
Reeter, T/4G. Morris and Pfc.
Brecheisen back from the hospi-
tal.
I wonder why Pfc. Baker pas-
sed out that box of cigars the
other day. Could there be a new
member in the family? How
about that, Baker?
Why is Sgt. Flener strutting
around so big here lately. Could
it be because of his new job?
Better watch yourself, Flener;
Sgt. Anderson has his eyes on
you.
Sgt. Withers.
We are glad to hear that Pvts.
Allbfight and Finneran were
appointed Pfc’s. I’ll bet they had
their Chevrons on within half
an hour after they made it. Say,
Albright, you better not forget
your underwear.
Corp. Sponseller is getting to
look pretty blue here lately. I
guess it’s because he’s not hear-
ing from that sweet little girl
of his back in Indiana.
We just lost Sgt. Bova after
his being on SD for so long.
We now have with us Sgt. Jack-
son.
Corp. George L. La Flex.
This organization enjoyed a
very fine get-together with Bingo
and dart-throwing as special at-
tractions. The party was given
in celebration of the formal open-
ing of our new day room. The
boys want to extend a vote of
thanks to all the men responsible
for the beautiful job. Joe Kaz-
lauskas, Benny Dembczynski,
and Bud Havens won. hon-
ors as dart marksmen, and
Huff, Hank Dennis, Gilmer
Griffith, Shorty Balez, and
Paul Steinman walked away with
the Bingo prizes. A special spot
of the evening came when Capt.
Francis Harris passed the cigars
and announced the birth of his
brand new daughter.
Pfc. J. L. Schmerl.
Most of the lads have been
wondering what to do about
Christmas presents for their
fellow-anti-Hitlerites, so I have
drawn up a list of suggestions
which I hope will be of assist-
ance.
Joerger, a megaphone; Bell,
a cook-book; Brault, a first-aid
kit; Gwiazdowski, a driver’s
license; Rommel, aspirins; Steele,
technician stripes; Pagels, a hair-
cut; Lilly, a can-opener; Flum-
merfelt, cod liver oil; Ewen, a
washing-machine; Moreau, tin-
snips; Sugrue, a ping-pong pad-
dle; Franke, a subscription to
the “Woman’s Home Companion”;
Tikfesi, a parachute; Hauden-
'shield, a crutch; Porter, a tele-
phone; Doyle, a mud-pack; Via-:
chos, a dictionary; Gabriel, a
Zoot suit; Fust, a teething-ring;
Hutchison, a bottle of correction
fluid; Blaine, a field manual;
Wight, a letter-box; Kievit, a re-
ducing-macliine; Sikora, an arch
support; Weekly, a mirror; Kuz-
miak, a Yo-Yo; Draxler, a
“chaw”; Angle, a rattle; Jones,
a “Spicy Detective Magazine.”
Corp. Francis B. La Rosa.
Air Warning:
Rosenberg’s Rascals: The lat-
est rumor around camp is that
yours truly will be applying for
membership in the M-G-M club
(My Girl got Married) if I don’t
get any mail from a certain young
miss in the Bronx.
What Wire Section chief uses
rubber gloves when he changes
the dry cell batteries in his flash-
light? Tch, tch, tch, Sgt. Jeronim-
us; you aren’t really frightened,
are you? Pvt’s. Ed Crohe and
“Breezy” Delazzaro, the insepar-
able comrades and partners in
crime or what have you, are
down in the dumps lately. Could
it be they have lost their local
flames? “Breezy” says, “I can’t
understand it. They used to chase
me. Now they chase me away.”
Sgt. C. W. Comer.
Major Smith’s Pill Rollers: We
wonder if Tech. Sgt. Robinson
really goes down to the docks
looking for medical chests or for
that cute blonde who works in
the little bakery shop. How about
that, Sarge?
Our supply man has a new
name — “Curley.” Wonder how
he got it?
L.R. No. 556. The boys are push-
ing in all their dough to buy a
surprise Christmas present for
Pvt. Whitten! Don’t tell anyone,
but it’s a typewriter. Wonder why
our Lt. from Florida wears red
flannels? And Lt. Criss announc-
es that his honeymoon is now
over!
Pvt. Huwald states that when
he gets back to the States he is
going to be a 6-day bike rider
because he has been training for
a long time now, pumping that
old dental engine. The two best
truck drivers in this detachment
are Capt. Hines and Lt. Schu-
nick. They are both left handed.
Pvt. A. H. Grimley.
“Mike” Golick and “Porty”
Silva are in the envious class
lately. The guy who is the cause
of all this is “Chief” Johnson,
who has just been notified that
he is the absentee Pop of a brand
new baby girl!
If promotions are the gauge to
judge ability, we have a darn
good bunch of Medics. Not a
Elyse Knox, Hollywood starlet,
has been dubbed “The Flame
Girl” by a West Coast defense
group because “she symbolizes
the spirit of the civilian defense
workers guarding war centers
against fire.”
private in the bunch now. Nice
going boys! Topping the list
though for proud people is Corp.
Spottiswoode who is still swell-
ing over the new desk he “wasn’t
going to get.” Not so small is
our contribution to “Post Num-
ber One”: Pfc’s. Warren Thomas
and Carleton Wiggins and 1st
Sgt. Dave Ferrari. Since the
“Falcon” has been ballyhooing
the sweetheart contest, we have
decided to find the homliest men.
Yah!, you guessed it; The Gold-
beltz Twins.
Corp. George A. Paine.
Salisbury’s Highlanders: Things
to behold: Our trio of culinary
experts, T/5G. Ritz and Pvts.
Fulgenzi and Warren, harmoniz-
ing to the tune of the old favor-
ite, “It’s Stew Again.” The
zoomph, oomph, curves, features,
and sheer beauty of “Miss P-40,”
pet and pride and joy of Mr. Sgt.
Salisbury, truly a masterpiece
of a model in miniature. The
manliness and powerful physique
of Corp. Snyder. That bellowing,
thunderous voice of Pvt. Mancini
waking his fellows with the mag-
ic word, “Chow!” Most everyone
pleading with Staff Sgt. Curtiss
for a chance to be allowed the
honored privilege of performing
KP and other delicate duties.
Famous sayings: Pvt. Moreno,
“This is the last weed.” Pvt. Fol-
genzi, “Hey! Whatsatime, hey?”
Sgt. Keaveny, “My pop, he’s a
cop.” Pvt. Kandratino, “Oh! So
you want to argue?”
Short, short story.
“Twenty-eight Japs in their
zeros flew;
Along came a Fortress and
blew them to —”.
It happened here: Lt. Burnett,
“How long have you been in the
Army?” A certain soldier, “Sir,
do you mean the regular Army?”
Lt. Burnett, “What else?” A cert-
ain soldier, “Sir, I’ve never been
in the Regular Army; I’ve always
been in the Signal Corps!”
We believe that: Corp. Hal-
stead should study accountancy;
he loves his figures. Sgt. Radford
should be a politician; he has
good endurance. Corp. Ellis
should be a magician; he gets
things out of nowhere. Sgt. Ho-
epener should invade Hollywood;
he can “Make-up” anything.
Corp. Ben. Hyman.
Air Corps
Now that Corp. “Professor”
Morel has got his violin, he surely
is one happy lad. He gives out
j with some of the sweetest and
prettiest music that has been
heard in a long time around this
area. In a way it is a relief from
the “can” music via the phono-
graph.
How about that pass line-up
now-a-days. Every day a new
line to sweat out. Some day there
will be no lines to sweat.
Does anyone know the an-
swer to the saying, “this is the
last day that it is going to be
sold!”?
Staff Sgt. Peter Kosyk.