The White Falcon - 25.12.1942, Blaðsíða 12

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Christmas
Brings Fun
To Troops
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Duty-bound soldiers won’t be
neglected, however, because
Chaplains have been assigned
the chore of officiating at Yule
services in the field, wherever
such an arrangement is neces-
sary for security reasons.
Today’s feature, of course,
will he the “Blue Plate Special,”
a meal enterprising mess ser-
geants have been planning for
several weeks. Most of the mess
halls will be cheerily bedecked
with gay-colored bells, illumin-
ated wreaths and table Christ-
mas trees, jumbo candles and
paper decorations, most of which
has beep distributed by Base
Special Service from last year’s
delayed shipment.
The basic menu for dinner has
been prescribed by the War De-
partment, but individual units
will be permitted to deviate as
desired. Turkey and all the trim-
mings will be augmented with
tasty desserts, etc., and practical-
ly every mess-hall will be the
scene of some home-spun enter-
tainment.
The folks and best girl won’t
be present, but Uncle Sam’s
Christmas observance will be as
attractive and cheerful as pos-
sible under the existing world-
torn conditions. This is one time
the mess sergeant and his motley
crew of slum-burners are on
your side!
Santa Flies
With Gifts
For Doggies
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arranged with the Air Corps for
his “Santa Claus Special,” and
the tasty bundles will be sent
plunging from the skies, if pos-
sible.
According to reports, the pi-
lot’s aim is consistently accur-
ate, so none of the packages
should fail to reach its destina-
tion in edible condition.
News From The Forces
midnight snack, or could he be
bribing his pinochle player, Sgt.
James W. Hummer?
Corp. Ralph G. Karrer.
“Hey, Jones, what’s this stuff?”
‘Quiet you! It’s bean soup.” “It
might have been bean soup, but
what is it now?”
Talking to Gianapapa the oth-
er day, I asked him what he
thought the word Strategy meant.
Strategy, he said, is when you
don’t let the enemy discover you
are out of ammunition, but keep
on firing.
Corp. Bennett.
Field Artillery
A hearty word of appreciation
for a very successful Thanks-
giving dinner to our Mess Sgt
Joe Putz and his crew includ-
ing T/4G. Gilbert Jennings,
T/5G. Steve Kovacsics, our Bak-
er; and to Pfc’s. Edwin Schmook,
Anthony Mangiameli, Donald
Arthur, Isaiah Hankins, and
“Gunner” Strandaford, who were
responsible for the very attract-
ively decorated tables with all
the fancy grub from cranberry
sauce to fruit and candy. Also
special thanks to Capt. Buck-
ley for the nice remembrance
of cigars for the boys. • It was
a double occasion for Pvt. John
Standeford, who celebrated his
birthday.
We would like to have the
lowdown on all affectionate
feelings shown to a certain red
head in the organization by that
Brooklyn kid, namely, Pvt. Arth-
ur Marshall!
“Say! Pvt. John J. Capizzi
should be on that Two-Thirty
Bus by this time,” runs the com-
ment. John, another one of our
Brooklyn boys can’t seem to for-
get that New York lingo!
Has anyone witnessed the
tragedy of “The Lost Hair” by
Pfc. Heinz Mundt? Well, any-
way you can look into the story
by observing Mundt’s recent
haircut, or should I say shave?
Could it be an economy question
involving Charlie Hicks, the
Barber, and Mundt!
Rumor has it that T/5G. Ed-
mund S. Paloski has been seen
putting cheese in his pocket at
meal time. Could it be to satis-
fy that hungry feeling for the
T/5G. Harry P. Weiss, our as-
sistant Post Exchange manager,
wants to know why there is such
a sudden demand for candy and
chewing gum by the carton.
He seems to think there is a
blonde connection somewhere.
Who is the fellow who spends
so ■ much time on his bunk that
the fellows gave him the handle
of “The Horizontal Kid”? T/5G.
Oboikowitch says he is none
other than Pfc. Wilbert J. Tietz.
Sgt. James A. Withers.
We wonder why Corp. Strunk
is always talking about that
certain little girl in Bedford?
After all, Strunk, the girls in
other localities are just as cute.
How about the one at Three
Rivers? We are beginning to
wonder just what connection
there is between “the new car”
that has recently been purchas-
ed by “Keg” Keeling’s best girl-
friend and a certain allotment
that he has been sending.
Corp. G. A. La Flex.
“Turkey” Doyle is now the
proud father of a baby boy who
bears the name of his illustrious
father. Wonder when “Fibber”
McKee is going to break out with
those T/5G. chevrons for all and
ipundry to see? Hope he isn’t wait-
ing for “Torpedo Junction” Man-
ning to issue chevrons that have
lace and silk worked into them,
for even though he does have
the most delicate aroma following
him around after he shaves and
is all slicked up, he is still rug-
ged enough to handle just plain,
everyday GI chevrons.
Corp. Herbert F. Bening.
Pvt. Malham deserves a big
hand for the singing he did the
other night. Also Corp. Webb for
the nice program he arranged.
Oh, yes, the cooks, too, for the
delicious coffee and do-nuts. The
boys all like to go swimming.
Could there be some women con-
nected with it?
We regret the loss of Sgt.
Foler, and wish him good luck
on his new assignment. We can’t
all be that lucky. You can tell
which boys are in love by the
packages they get from their
girls. To see the looks on their
Santa Claus Vic Tampone, Signal Corps photographer, found
it easier to have these Red Cross workers whisper in his ear
when they sat on his knees. He won’t tell what they requested
for Christmas, but says he’ll stand pat. Wouldn’t you?
faces when they open them like
a cat that just caught a little
mouse. We have started playing
basketball. So watch out for us,
boys!
T/5G. R. Jones.
Infantry
(“Know Them By These
Sayings”):
Pvt. Odom—“Anybody want to
hear me sing?”
Pvt. Ehlers—“Now listen, I’ve
got just two gaits, slow and stop.”
Pvt. Valenti—“Anybody hear
from South Philly?”
Pvt. Leopard—“My Daddy and
I once whipped a man with no
arms.”
Pvt. Lodato—“Do you think the
war will last five years longer?”
Pvt. Weisman—“Julius Weath-
erford says — —.”
Pvt. Covelusky—“When I was
pitching back in----.”
Pvt. Yacksich—“Boy, I really
hate this job.”
Sgt. Gilliam—“In other words,
see.”
Sgt. Grubbs—“Will you sa.
Grace, Corp.?”
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Pvt. Young—“I tell you one
thing, I’m going to be lousy with
bonds.”
Pvt. Cyers—“Gee, I didn’t think
I’d need a pass. Now in the reg-
ular Army-------.”
Corp. Izzy Goldstein—“We
haven’t got it, but we’re going to
get it pretty soon.”
Corp. Ciiady—“The Rec hall
will be open as usual from se-
ven—to ten minutes past 7.”
Pvt. Ivielion—“Hey, when are
we going to get paid?”
Pfc. Reynolds.
Rosey Ramblings.
Just imagine: Sgt. Mills and
Aunt Jemina doing a jitterbug
dance. Dink finishing his seventh
bowl of soup—at one sitting.
Ollie doing about half the things
he says he can do. Hines ever
getting off a good belly laugh.
Sgt. Casad smoking cigarettes.
“Beppo” being serious. Cummins
cussing. Wolf not worrying about
the mail. Mac getting excited.
Sgt. Warren asking for a pass.
Stillson not hitting the mail jack-
pot. Austin and Etheridge using
knives and forks at the table.
Bunger trying to sell something
and Phil buying it.
Pvt. H. E. Rosen.