The White Falcon - 25.12.1942, Side 7

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The Organizations
Sleigh bells, green and red
decorations, hard candy, and, at
last, no Christmas neckties. Now
my only wonder is whether the
socks my wife knitted will fit,
but there is one out. They are
non-regulation, so I don’t have
to wear them.
Ever since Corp. Fowler got
that canned chicken from home
he has discovered that he has
more friends than he ever had
before. All three of them are
waiting for him to open the tin-
ned fowl. “Hook” Majors is
wondering how it is to receive
a fruit cake from home and get
at least two bites.
We have a new policy in force
so that every man gets an even
break. The mail orderly now
publishes a list of names on the
bulletin board of all men who
are to pick up packages. The
vultures- get a chance, and the
fellow who receives the gift has
an opportunity to practice his
“Protective measures for indi-
viduals against small groups.”
1st Sgt. E. A. Wall.
Since the Supply Sgt. issued
the new Technician chevrons, it
seems like a Ford plant here —
“T” models running everywhere.
The other night some of the
men were telling where they
were from, when up stepped Pfc.
Anderson. He said he was from
the west. And when asked where
this was, his reply was, “West
Virginia!”
Corp. Clifford E. Shanklin.
Pvt. Walling was lying on his
bed the other night when his
candle-holder fell and hit him
between the eyes — and broke!
Pvt. Availing didn’t move for a
little while. Then he raised up
and said, “Gee, I must have a
hard head.”
Pvt. Troy E. Ellington.
After a recent maneuver in
town, our facial-carver and hair-
cutter, known as Huey, reports
that he will probably be a 30-
year-man. That is, if he can
stay in this locality. After hear-
ing his story, many of us agree
with his decision.
Received, one copy of “Gone
With The AVind,” from a girl
friend, by Pfc. Haven, one of
those who help burn our slum.
Could it be there was a gentle
hint intended?
Our 1st Sergeant has devel-
oped ‘“shorts” trouble. It seems
the laundry got mixed up and
sent him some of a small size.
There was an advertisement on
the bulletin board) by which he
hopes to trade what he has for
some of sufficient girth.
T/5G. Shelby F. Rinehart.
Dorothy Lamour wears this
hair-do — and little else, if you
please! — in her new picture,
’ve Got Me Covered,
h co-stars the lovely gal
who made sarongs famous with
Comedian Bob Hope.
Chaplain Jones visited us re-
cently, giving us a nice meeting.
His text was based On the Psalms
of David. Sgt. Lyon says: “The
shorter I get my hair cut, the
more money I save to buy AA'ar
Bonds.”
Pfc. Howard Collins.
Of all the Christmas presents,
the swivel-head searchlight from
Pvt. ATnce Sawma’s brother was
judged most useful, and the most
optimistic—or something—came
from a maiden aunt of Pfc. Swa-
zik. It was a complete “zoot out-
fit,” from watch chain to striped
tie. Jitterbugs, :dioy!
The outfit witnessed a happy
reunion when Pfc. John R. 'Wil-
liams, 21, located his brother,
Cole, 25, who is in a F'ield Ar-
tillery unit. Their first meeting
in a year, it was indeed a happy
moment when the two Lawrence-
burg, Ky., lads met. Present at
the meeting was Roy .1. Phillips,
lifelong family friend, who hails
from the same town.
Laugh of the week was the
exploit of Pfc. Mitch AA’robel,
who was caught on a roof, re-
pairing the chimney. The two
wingfeet, Fischer and Melz, see-
ing the situation, lit a fire in
the stove and almost smoked
AVrobel off the roof. But Mitch
got revenge by covering the
chimney top, and smoking them
all out of the barracks.
Pvt. E. Brinkman.
Our ping-pong tournament is
finally under way. T/5G. Chester
AA’alczak, our cook, seems to be
having the edge on his opponents.
A’ours truly has often wonder-
ed what this organization would
do without our all-round-man,
McFarland. He started to work in
the orderly room, then to every
job in the unit. To-day he’s back
in the orderly room. How much
education did you have back in
Cleveland, Mac, or was it Cali-
fornia?
Since the dayroom was opened
about a month ago, our Bingo has
fallen off considerably. We’ve all
been wondering if the prize mon-
ey that was once found in the
chow had anything to do with it!
AVhen mail-call is called, one
can see that almost every pack-
age is marked, “Do Not Open Un-
til Xmas,” but seeing that Christ-
mas is “quite a ways off yet,” a
great temptation c&tnes tij the
men who recelv'e packages. One
can’t blame the fellas for not
wanting to -wait ’til Christmas.
After all, Christmas comes but
once a year.
AA’e have all been wondering
if our clerk, T/5G. Horace Rad-
loff, has joined Lowell Thomas’
Tail-Story Club. The last time he
talked of his experiences they
really exceeded the height of the
Empire State Building.
Our Sgt. Major, Samuel E. Croy.
has been writing poetry these
days. Every time he receives a
letter from a certain gal back
home he gets in the mood to write
poetry.
A. C. Kason.
The organization entertainers,
CpI. Jarrell, Pfe. Cline and Pfc.
Araralla, who play string and
wind instruments, went out to
render some of their versions of
hill-billy swing. When the party
returned, all seemed to be in
pretty high spirits. Today the
heads are big and sore, but what
fun they did have while it lasted.
Pfc. S. Rogers.
Corp. Moore received a letter
the other day Stating that he had
become an uncle. At night, one
can see the Corporal with a smile
on his face and his chest thrown
out.
Our organization tailor has ac-
quired another profession. One
can see Pfc. Beeber with his head
buried in the back of a radio,
nose and screw driver flashing
back and forth in the radio in
unison. Confidentially, pressing
clothes is definitely hard work.
Inhere are any radios that need
repairing, you are urged to bring
them to Pfc. Beeber. He can fix
them, or fix ’em so they can’t
be fixed.
Corp. AVilliam R. Moore.
TO A GI COT.
(Apologies to Joyce Kilmer).
I think that I shall never find,
A bed that’s half as hard as mine,
A bed whose blankets to the floor
Can faster creep, or springs
will bore
Into my back with greater zest.
A bed where drafts have made
a nest.
Bonds.”
Warning to those who indulge
in any games of chance with
Mario (BugleBoy) Janni: Be sure
to specify beforehand that you’re
playing “for keeps”.
BLESSED EVENT DEPT: It’s
a girl — Francis Beverly — at the
home of 1st Sgt. Burr Daniel.
Mother, baby and the top-kick
are all reported doing well. Sir
Stoi-k has also paid a visit to
the Thaddeus Kurdziel’s resid-
ence, and it’s a bouncing baby
boy —- Thaddeus Jr.
Easy on the ears is the harm
onizing of our Glee club, with
vocalizing by Tony Pernicano,
Bob Johnson, Don Schlaff, Joe
Bagale, and the “Dead End Kids.”
Corp. A1 Fisher.
Corp. John E. Cox offers a
very small cash award to any-
one in this outfit who didn’t re-
ceive candy, toilet articles or
cigarettes from home this Christ-
mas. A preliminary survey indi-
cates a small loss. Must be Army
uniformity. It is not that these
luxuries are not well received
or appreciated, but a few of the
boys had hoped for (or were
sweating out) a little liquid re-
freshment.
Corp. Michael Soma.
Sgt. Pelopida’s appetite con-
tinues to amaze everyone. How
can he possibly eat so much? On
the other band, Sgt. Maliszewski
worries about his waist line so
much that all he allows himself
is a piece of dry toast and a cup
of black coffee for breakfast.
Pfc. Barker’s correspondents
are undoubtedly haunting the
book stores in and around Pitts-
field, trying to keep him stock-
ed with reading material. This
lad, Barker, sits up half the night
reading, and the next day be-
moans the fact that he can’t get
any sleep.
Corp. Adney F. Nolan.
AA’e were certainly sorry to
have our “Top Kick,” 1st Sgt.
Cromlish, leave us for OCS.
Mail—mail-*-mail! T/5G. AA’al-
kup, our mail orderly, thinks it
is a pain in the neck, but the
rest of us disagree enthusiast-
ically! After all, everyone wants
to receive a couple o‘f those
Christmas packages, AValkup.
T/4G. Helgesen.
Sgt. Henry S. Powell, seen
hiking past our place nearly
every day, is now attending a
local Gl school.
Several of the boys in the out-
fit would like to know who the
man is they call the “A'o-Yo
Kid?”
Sgt. Melvin E. Dinser.
Chemical
Warfare
THE SOUND AND THE FURY:
Of Pvt. Edwar Matte, keeper and
tender of our showers, express-
ing in his strong, coal miner’s
language, his opinion of fellows
who’ll deplete his hot water
tank, necessitating his shower-
ing in cold water, or not at all.
....Pvt. Pereira fuming and
fussing ’cause he never got but
TAVELVE Xmas packages..'..
Corp. Galovic’s taking no chan-
ces on “Saboteurs” wrecking his
“Unknown” by tacking, “THIS
IS NO DAA'ROOM” on his shop’s
entrance. Staff Sgt. \ran saying
whether or not we remember
Pearl Harbor, it’s a cinch the
Japs would like to forget Mid-
way.... Pfc. Skeen contending
that “nothing ventured, nothing
gained!” .... The “Chick” argues
he can’t fill our sugar bowls if
Mess Sgt. Scharff refuses to re-
move his person from off the
sugar box, but what about the
pepper and salt shakers?."...
Pvt. Horwitz speculating on what
ruling OPM will set up for those
AA’AAC’s who will insist on rais-
ing a family... .Pfc. Alep de los
Santos arguing that if women
use paint for hosiery, why not
for bathing suits, too?
Pfc. Jack D. Hunt.