The White Falcon - 14.11.1942, Blaðsíða 12

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Organization News
Now that all the boys have
their new stripes sewed on, and
the majority of same wetted
down, operations are back to
normal. There are so many
stripes, it looks like a zebra farm.
Due to excellent work by our
bugler and “Keeper of the Ping-
Pong Balls” Radice, the day room
is looking like a page from
“Better Homes and Gardens.” A
luxuriant reading room is also
available to the fellows, thus
making peace and tranquility a
thing to be looked forward to,
even though Minnesota did lose
two games in a row.
Who ever heard of soldiers
complaining because they could
not have a full field inspection?
Believe it or not, it has happen-
ed. The situation: After the ma-
jority of our personnel had their
equipment displayed on their
hunks, a conscientious fellow
thoughtfully cut off the lights.
Our electrician, Pfc. Tiller, also
a thoughtful sort of person,
couldn’t find the trouble until
the inspection had been called
off. (This corner was neither a
complainant nor an accomplice.)
Corp. Don Fisher.
Coast Artillery
Our rations will now lake a
sudden dive because a certain
Pvt. was released froth the hos-
pital. Of course it’s all in fun,
but “Pete” can sure pack it away.
Some day we will be trampled
into the dust by Staff Sgt. La-
londe and his crew rushing for
the mess hall.
“Pop” West received every-
thing in the mail, but his Social
Security Card.
Sgt. Frank Walling.
We have had quite a number
of fellows asking for those young
ladies from the Red Cross to
make an appearance again for
we really had a swell time and
will be looking forward to an-
other in the near future.
A certain Sgt. had better be
careful or he will sort of go
BOOM, courtesy of our gas hea-
ters? Cooking with gas, eh what?
Pfc. Phil Anselmo has some
attraction for so many passes;
could it be love?
It is rumored that Sgt. Walling
is going in for classical music
and he is relieved now that his
book on Plain Trigonometry has
arrived.
All the boys send their “best”
for a speedy recovery to Pvt.
Fred DeMartino and are looking
forward to his return.
Pfc, Dileo, “Trenton Makes,
The World Takes,” made sure
that his debtors signed the pay-
roll by standing alongside of
Corp. Besgen the other day and
checked them off one by one.
Our local MP, Pvt. Krieger, is
on the ball, so he says. Good
work, Pvt. (night owl) Kostrolci.
It really surprised me to see
Corp. (Lovesick) Hoffman danc-
ing with quite a few girls at the
local hop last week. Could it be
that he is coming around?
When two good Irishmen get
together what always happens?
Ask Corp. Daley and yours truly.
All the fellows are racking
their brains for names for their
sleeping quarters. Pfc. Kuczynski
is painting signs for them and
is doing a good job.
What’s this about Pvt. Dileo
becoming a composer? What
would your Trentoi) public
think? Where did you get the
new henchman, Zebie? Is he
bucking for a job in your gang?
Has Pvt. Ritzer told any of you
fellows that he hails from Phil-
lipsburg, N.J.? It’s brutal isn’t it?
Our martial Corp. Magill is
trying to solve the problem as
to the whereabouts of the miss-
ing 2x4’s. Maybe Staff Sgt. La-
londe could give you a few hints
or clues. It seems that Lalonde
kind of forgets what belongs to
him.
That really was a swell hair-
cut that “Pop” West handed out
to Pvt. Smith. Cjaccia, you’re
next (if you still have the nerve).
Pfc. Scoop Connors.
The opening of the new .thea-
ter was a tremendous success.
In fact we would say it was
a howling success! It is diffi-
cult to say what created the
most chuckles. Some were of the
opinion that Pfc’s. Valende and
Romano with their* singing act
lead the list. Others favored the
beef trust act consisting of Pfc’s.
Rogers, Valende, Romano, Isaac-
son, Morison, and Pvt. “Honey”
Mangum. Then again many of
the boys enjoyed the singing of
“Handsome” Raymond Taylor
accompanied on the guitar by
Indiana’s pride and joy, Pfc.
Carl Shaw. Nor can we forget
the side splitting antics of
“Knobby” Walsh, the erstwhile
T/4G. hash slinger. Modesty
forbids us to mention his riot-
ous act. It will be a long time
before the fellows forget Pvt.
Nadeau’s doctor’s act, to end
all doctor’s acts! “Believe us,”
it did just that. Last but by no
means least must be mentioned
the wisecracks of our MC Sgt.
Gault. The old Fleetfoot Flud-
dud was in rare form. Our new
theater is in a way a communi-
ty effort because practically all
the men of the organization put
in their labor in some form or
other to build it. But if we
must single out some men for
particular praise we would espe-
cially mention the Model “T”
Corp. Dupont, our mad painter,
Lctterio Mangano, and the Coca-
Cola Kid, Sgt. Aloysius Berber-
ish.
What has happened to Corp.
Gaudreau? It used to be that
three times a day, seven days
a week the old “sanitation” boy
would lead the chow-line. Alps,
Omer has fallen on bitter days,
for now he is lucky if he tops
the list two or three times a
week. Come, Oilier, don’t let No.
10 down.
T/5G. John F. Billings.
The boys are now playing
Bingo. T/4G. Hawn and “Bingo”
Perkins, who shake the box and
call the numbers, also are doing
most of the winning.
1st Sgt. Piman is earning his
cigarette money these days.
Some of the boys won’t even
play poker with him any more.
Too lucky, says “Doc” Leon.
T/5G. Shank, ran out and jump-
ed in his jeep, put it in gear
and took off. But he didn’t!
Some of the cooks had raised
it up and blocked it with stones.
Now Shank is waiting for a
chance to get back at the cooks.
We have Pvts. Howard and
Devore back from the hospital,
hut they are at a loss now, and
it is a hard job to get them out
of bed.
What do you do with that can
of saw-dust, Edward? Corp. Cy-
bulski claims he had a hard
night’s sleep 'one night. You
didn’t lose it in his bunk, did
you, Scotty?
When asked why his pard,
Pfc. Zoly Sos, couldn’t sleep
nights, “Put-Put” Ivehoe remark-
ed that Zoly confided in him
that he was not getting any let-
ters from his gal back home.
T/5G. O. Smith.
Aavy
With the inauguration of a, new
schedule at Whiterose Hall, addi-
tional recreational facilities are
being made available to the en-
listed personnel of the Navy. Lt.
Comdr. H. B. Hodgkins, NOB
Chaplain and Welfare Officer,
says that the schedule at White-
rose calls for having the recrea-
tional facilities open each day,
including Sundays, from 3 to 9
p.m. Probably of greatest inte-
rest to the EM will be that a
canteen will be available for all
who wish to purchase hamburger
or hot dog sandwiches with all
the trimmings such as onions,
catsup or mustard. “Cokes” will
be sold as well as beer, the lat-
ter strictly as a beverage, Lt.
Comdr. Hodgkins stated.
In addition to the canteen,
there will be two pool tables for
use by the men as well as ping-
pong tables, shuffleboard, and
numerous games such as check-
ers and chess.
Incidentally, Navy men can
take advantage of the opportun-
ity to go swimming in the pool
each Sunday from G to 7 p.m.
Through the efforts of the
American Red Cross, arrange-
ments have been made reserving
the pool for the Navy enlisted
men. There is no charge and a
man has only to take his soap
and towel as suits may be ob-
tained at the pool.
K. L. Peterson, Y2c.
Coronet gives coronets, Walter
Winchell gives New Yorchids, but
to our blades of genius, we give
Nicicles — and the nicicles this
week go to none other than our
own James Henry Bonney, RM2c,
for his out-of-your-class trumpet
playing.
With V-Mail service now ex-
tended to us, we wonder if some
of the boys’ girl Mends will start
using black lipstick in order to
get photographic lip prints to
their boy friends.
A phono-recording outfit has
been received at the Air Base and
will go into the production of
vocal letters to the home front
in the near future. Every man on
the station will have the chance
to make one record; we have a
hunch that some of the fellows
with a flame in every port will
be in a desperate state of mind
trying to decide whether Mable
or Lou or Hildegarde should have
his voice immortalized in wax.
Smith (the Red Bagger) is still
hounding the post office for that
photograph of his wife that has
been on the way all these months.
Maybe you should have her send
another one, Red.
Christmas packages are al-
ready arriving, and some of the
fellows don’t believe in signs.
Especially signs that say: “Not
to be opened until December 25.”
And besides, if there’s food in the
package, it might spoil before
Christmas.
H. R. Peterson, Ylc, USN.
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Pfc. John (B-B Eyes) Zabarcki
goes into a near panic every time
the mirror reflects his fast-ap-
proaching baldness. “Hang it,”
wails B-B, “my head’s getting
more like ‘Baldy’ McClain every
day!” “Baldy” offers his consola-
tion by assuring B-B that there
is an advantage to having a bald
dome, and that is there’s a lot
more face to wash and less hair
to comb.
T/5G. Kazimier J. Mierzwa
(Pollock), box maker and paint-
er, would have- us to know he’s
responsible for all these “pretty”
signs, hereabouts; and just to keep
“Tiny” (his OAO) informed, he
sends her a copy of this sheet
each week to let her know she’s
never seen any painting till she
sees him go into action.
How come Corp. Carranza and
Pvt. Pereira have such a hard
time of making themselves under-
stood over the phone? And what
caused “Popito” Garcia to rush
great enough to compel him to get
under the showers fully clothed?
Is Pvt. Johnnie (Young-un) Plsek
trying to crash the movies by
growing a Clark Gable moust-
ache? Or just trying to impress
Laverne?
Pfc. Ernest Della Valle has
been accounting for all the “ext-
ra” money he sends home each
month with the brief explanation
of “been shooting craps,” to
which his mother replied, “Son,
don’t be shooting those poor little
things; they’ve as much right to
live as anyone.”
Pfc. Jack D. Hunt.
At last we have the answer
to the long-debated question of
what would happen when Pvts.
“Noisy” Peters and “Gabby”
Pribish had a conversation. Most
of us laughed at the idea, said
it was impossible, but now it
turns out that though they are
reticent when with strangers,
they talk each other half to
death.
Corp. Litzenberger, the most
popular fellow in the outfit after
mail comes in, is a very un-
happy man. It’s gotten so that
he doesn’t care whether he ever
gets another letter. Not that he
wouldn’t like word from the
States, but why oh why does
every mail call include an invi-
tation to the wedding of some
girl he used to love?
The mystery of why Corp.
Overdorf is never more than ten
feet away from Sgt. Kagen has
finally been solved. It seems our
chief of supply has a very fine
chain around his assistant’s neck,
which keeps him from “getting
away from it all.”
Corp. Feldman.