The White Falcon - 09.01.1943, Blaðsíða 6
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“Have a cigar,” said Pvt. Jack
Roberts. “I’m a father of a brand
new baby girl.” Pfc. Dale Wash-
burn has been walking around
with a smile from ear to ear
ever since he received that swell
watch from his loved one. Pfc.
Andre, that rugged Signal boy,
cuts a mean rug at the Red Cross
dances. The only man missing
from the Signal Corps on Dance
Nitc is Yehudi.
By “Ding Dong.”
We were honored by having
Chaplain Tatsch for a nomsec-
lariun service. It took place in
the mess hall; our honored guCst
bad to use one of the tables for
his pulpit. After the servicos,
Corps. Falk und Alexander were
out rounding up some of the
boys to help them “steal” enough
lumber to build a pulpit for
Chaplain Tatsch so that he would
be sure to . come back.
“Pop”. Lee was telling his boys
all about the fine points of a
soldier, and pointing to Pvt. Kel-
log, said, “There is a model sol-
dier for you.” Pvt.. Kellogg was
all aflutter until he looked up
the word “model” in the diction-
ary and found it means: “An
imitation of the real thing.”
Oran E. Thompson.
“Notice”: Anyone wanting bids
on excavation work, please get
in touch with Pvt. F. T. John-
ston. (P.S. Prices are very rea-
A certain lad of our outfit is
trying to get a picture of a wi-
dow back home. A word of ad-
vice from your reporter.: See Lt.
Hudson Rotelli, he gives advice
to the “Lovelorn.” Sight: T/5G.
Zaricky sitting on his bunk look-
ing at his photos of beautiful
Lt. Burnett: That was a deli-
cious custard pudding.
Corp. Vail: It should be with
65 eggs in it, Sir.
Lt. Burnett: That sure is a lot
Corp. Vail: But that’s what
made, it good, sir. , .....
Lt. Burnett: OK, I guess the
)ke’s on me!
Since Sgt. Hoepfner became
Sgt. O'Brien’s-competitor for the
hand of a sweet young lady, Sgt.
O’Brien has worn out 3 pairs
of GI shoes, beating a path to
the young lady’s door.
Wanted: Anyone having litera-
ture pertaining to cows, chick-
ens, crops or farmers’ daughters,
kindly get in touch with S/Sgl.
Curtiss, whom we understand
has inherited a farm in upper
New York Stale.
.We wish to extend to all for-
mer highlanders, as well as all
other dog faces,v our greetings
and salutations for a very happy
Corp. Ben Hyman.
Billed enticingly as the “Free
for All,” the Christmas Day enter-
tainment provided by our own
troupe, under the direction of
Capt. Landes and assisted by
T/Sgt. Healey, scored a great
success. The program sparkled
with humor as several very fun-
ny skits were well handled by
Sgts. Monteleone, Bubelis, Hague,
Clausen, and Tricarick. Especi-
ally amusing was Tricarick’s dil-
emma as a waiter.
Later Sgt. Joe Rosen donned
feminine attire to the utter be-
wilderment of S/Sgt. VasDias,
and amusement of everybody
else. Featured vocalists included
Sgts. Tom O’Rourke, Dick Lieber-
man and T/Sgt. Samuel (Buster)
Kearton, who did splendid jobs
on Christmas carols and popular
songs. Playing publicly for the
first time was the orchestra, led
by Corp. Morel, and featuring a
quartet. Responsible for the vari-
ous aspects of production were
T/Sgt. C. Healey and Sgt. J.
Daube, direction; S/Sgt. John
Wark, artwork and scenic ef-
fects; Corp. H. Sternberger, print-
ing; Sgts. L. Milano and L. Tric-
arick, curtain; S/Sgts. E. Noll,
E. Hayes and D. Woods, lights
and sound; S/Sgt. C. VanDias,
props.; S/Sgt. A. Abendschein,
stage construction, and S/Sgt. J.
Edmunds and IV. McCarty, photo-
Corp. Don Groth.
Foney. Futures: Pvt., Awe: bone
specialist. T/5G. Furbush: quiz
kid. Pfc. Cusatis: coal miner. Sgt.
Barrett: Morpheus hunter. Pfc.
Coyle: bartender. T/4G. Carroll:
blues singer. Sgt. Calvert: planta-
tion owner. Sgt. “Bull” Fletcher:
moving van driver. T/5G. Schil-
ling: Wl’A. T/5G. Bartholomew:
librarian. S/Sgt. “Chief” Camp-
bell: “30-year-man.” Pvt. Berg:
Bacchus research worker. S/Sgt.
Feinberg: singing waiter. Corp.
Wood: Harlem preacher. T/Sgt.
Didgeon: “Big” business. Pvt.
Sherman: boss doctor. T/5G.
Abbate: banker. Corp. Cray:
bottle manufacturer. Sgt. “DC”
Pvt. Richard H. Oliver.
Corp. Johnnie Plewa decided
not to write quite so often to
his girl friend, Flo. What is the
reason for this, Yank? Is it get-
ting too hot to handle? Do you
think she will be sore with only
one letter every day?
Grouch Pease received a wond-
erful picture frame from his girl
friend, “Stella.” It was admired
by everyone in the outfit. Did
anyone stop to notice if there
was a picture, in it, Grouch?
We wonder what happened to.
our M/Sgt.’s big black book?
Pretty slow on the entries, huh,
Pfc. R. A. Ven.