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Our unit copped first place in
the ping-pong doubles event when
Sgt. “Chris” Christensen and
Corp. i “Snuffy” Smith waltzed
through the competition without
a loss. And our basketball coach,
“Much” McGrath, expects to have
a strong quintet ready for the
big tourney.
Members of our unit are cou-
templating passing of the collec-
tion platter to raise funds so that
“Butch” Schlayer will hence-
forth be able to turn up with
his own cigarettes and matches.
The fellows don’t even ask whqt
he wants anymore when he ap-
proaches — they merely haul out
their smokes and lighters, and
offer them before he can say a
word.
T/5G. Fred Raker.
There were rumblings, gfo'wT
ings and gnashing of teeth when
S/Sgt. Watts read the latest let-
ter from “her”. He never tells
his troubles, but “She” must have
gotten married. Correct, Sarge?
S/Sgit. Green T. Mills.
We have a fellow who likes two
girls. Or they were his girls until
another soldier and a Marine beat
his time with both of them. This
poor fellow was sending flow-
ers to them in hopes of keeping
them snowed until he returned.
All he received in return was a
sweet letter thanking him for the
very nice flowers, and wishing
him better luck next time.
Pfc. T. H. N.
We’ve found a' recruit medico,
who was sent out to get a ‘Titter,”
and returned with two kittens,
four puppies, and a cancelled let-
ter!!! S’truth, so help us!!
T/5G. Jerome K. Wohl.
Our chess and oheckers champ
is Sgt. H. Sizemore, while the
cribbage king is Pvt, Romeo La-
pointe. The pinooble champions
are Pvts. John Ocilka and Leslie
Griffin.
..........’T'/Stf.
Sgt. Bennet now belongs to the
MGM clnb, which goes to show
promises are made to be broken.
Sgt. Bennet’s girl, it seems, was
more attracted to a Tech Sgt.
T/Sgt. Tignor is back with the
organization. He had been attend-
ing school for Bakers and Cooks.
He also attended the Mess Sgls.
School. Now that we have two
mess Sgts. instead of one, the
chow should be twice as good.
Keesee P. Mills.
S/Sgt. Hurd called the unit out
the other day and asked: “Any
of you fellows know anything
about shorthand?” Three eager
doggies stepped forward. “Well,
report to the Mess Sergeant —
for KP. He’s short-handed.”
“Puddle Jumper Pusher” Wol-
bert says that a puncture is a
little hole found in pneumatic
tires at long distances from the
Motor Pool.
Overheard in one of the bar-
racks: “Baloney, why don’t you
show that Corp. who is boss?”
The reply was: “Buddy, I don’t
have to, he already knows.”
Whereupon, he continued to
swab the floor.
“Why is it necessary to not
lose your head in combat, Ser-
geant Kessell?” “You mean not
lose your head, Sir? Well, you
wouldn’t have any place to put
your helmet!”
“Mike” Messar swears he ac-
tually overheard this while tour-
ing Japan before the war. It
seems that there were two Jap-
Rats talking to each other. Says
the 1st Jap Rat: “What did you
do with that skink you caught?”
2nd Jap-Rat: “I tied him to my
bed in the barracks.” 1st Jap-
Rat: “What about the smell?”
2nd Jap-Rat: “Well, he will have
to get used to that.”
1st Sgt. E. A. Wall.
“Pea-Head” Paul Feltner has
been flashing that watch and ring
he just received. He even goes
around with his sleeves rolled
up so that the watch will be not-
iced. We all thought they were
presents from his girl, but now
we find out that he ordered them
from Montgomery Ward and
Company!
T/5G. Merrill T. Hamilton.
The outfit’s holiday program
came off with a bang. Featured
in the show were Sgt. R. M. Hy-
man, with his monologues, and
Corps. Fine and Nelson. Another
feature was the presentation of
a drop-curtain for the theater,
complete with comic advertising,
pointing out the less inviting feat-
ures of Army life.
Packing box carpentry has be-
come one of our chief interests.
Furniture, trunks, ash trays, all
have been constructed from or-
ange-crates, spud-boxes, etc. Best
specimens include Pfc. Horner’s
trunk, and Pfc. Schuster’s furni-
ture. Pvt. Lloyd McClure has con-
tributed some fine work to the
day-room.
Pvt. E. Brinkman.
qUORTERmOSTER
Customer to Pvt. Loddo — “Tell
me, xvhat is the average tip you
get from the customers in this
outfit?” “One dollar,” xvas the
reply. The customer handed over
a dollar bill, and our tailor, Pvt.
Loddo, immediately burst into
thanks. “Ramage,” be said, “you
are the first man who ever came
up to my average!”
Pfc. C. E. Reynold*.