The White Falcon - 19.12.1942, Blaðsíða 6

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Copn 1942, Kinj» Features Syndicate, Jn<, World rights reserved.
Air Warning:
Salisbury’s Highlanders: All
through the night we heard the
strains of a Symphony coming
from the direction of our mess
hall. The squeaking of saws keep-
ing rhythm to the pounding of
hammers gave evidence that
something new was being creat-
ed. Came the dawn, and all the
chow-gobblers really opened
their eyes when they saw two
of the swellest tables bedecked
with glistening oil cloth. So to
all the musicians of the night,
“Thanks a million.”
The roar penetrating the ears
of everyone’s screams, “Mancini
for cook!” We have a hunch that
Corp. Ritz is somewhere behind
it all, but what gets us is that
cute little picture of Pvt. Man-
cini, all dressed up like Oscar
of the Waldorf, which was pass-
ed to Lt. Lens during a recent
movie.
Though Lt. Schumich has left
us for other spots to brigh-
ten up, the impressions he left
on the Highlanders still remains.
We thoroughly enjoyed every
moment of his stay, for truly
here is a dentist with a sense
of humor and the hand of an
angel (Advertisement).
Aside to Sgt. Vic Regoue: Are
you sure that there weren’t any
umbrellas that came along as
standard equipment for that
shack? Anyhow, you needn’t be
worried about any social visits.
Isn’t it the truth? Pvt. Ro-
stock’s sister Mary recently sent
him a box of delicious candies.
And we mean delicious! So much
so, in fact, that he was left with
one small piece after the vultures
had their pick!
Corp. Ben Hyman.
Rosenberg’s Rascals.
A Glee club is now being form-
ed by some of our ambitious men.
Sgt. Cohen was elected presi-
dent,-Sgt. Jordon, secretary, and
Pvt. Geeboo, the pianist and di-
rector. A debating class for those
who want to air their views is
now being organized. This class
is sure to be entertaining as well
as educational. The new PX team
of Hardy and Genessee is click-
ing very nicely.
Frank B. and Bob M.
Gannuccielli’s Gardeners.
Yours truly would like a let-
ter from his “Mary” for Christ-
mas telling him that the sailors
are not convoying her around.
Pvt. Barth is now a member of
our M.G.M. club. “Tubby” didn’t
hold his girl, either.
T/5G. Zaricky is studying to
be a beauty contest picker. He
has a very wide assortment of
pictures in his collection. Mrs.
Zaricky’s little boy, John, studies
every night.
T/4G. Ickes has been asking
for the loan of a warehouse to
store his “Don’t Open ’til Christ-
mas” Packages. We only hope he
can wait.
Pvt. Graves.
Field Artillery
Who could be the girl in Pvt.
Schaaf’s life that makes him want
to get his name in the paper?
And is T/5G. Webb giving away
smokes? It isn’t what you are
thinking; he just won a lot in
a game. We wonder who was the
loser. We wonder why every-
body picks on Staff Sgt. Fugate;
is he just a sucker for jokes?
T/5G. R. Jones.
The Signal Section has been
blessed with a new addition, for
a couple of days ago Corp. Saylor
had a cat. Now he has the cat
along with seven little kittens!
He is now passing out the cigars.
Now that you have taken up pat-
ernal duties, most likely you will
have to work a little harder than
usual, Corp. Saylor.
Corp. Geo. Gable.
Staff Sgt. William Spicer, who
is acting 1st Sgt., is doing a very
fine job. Keep it up, Sgt., and
sweat out the rating.
Do you hear from your belov-
ed girl back home any more,
Corp. Sponseller, or has she de-
cided to quit writing since you
haven’t been answering her
letters? If you do write though,
you want to be careful what you
say anyway, because she may
mean business, instead of just
trying to snow you.
Corp. George La Flex.
Our latest Pfc., James W. Os-
bourne, has been seen wearing
his underwear equipped with one
each Pfc., chevron, one each hash
mark, and one each overseas
stripe. With that new pipe that
Pfc. J. Dolan received, his friends
and acquaintances now know
him as “Sherlock Dolan.” What
was it our lanky Pfc. Ray Wilson
modelled that- made his legs
extend over the ends from-
here-to-there?
Corp. Ralph G. Karrer.