The White Falcon - 20.02.1943, Side 5

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Troop lews From The Organizations
It seems that Corp. Jesse J.
Grout is not getting as much chow
since he moved further away
from the mess hall. He now has-
a very big hill to climb. The
fellows think he keeps a few
reserve rations in his locker* just
in case.
Pfc. Ferrell P. Young is look-
ing quite sad these days. Some
say he lost all of his money, and
others say his girl got married.
If either be the case, it must he
settled soon because the Mail
Orderly, Corp. John T. Clark,1
threatened to go “over the hill”
if the trench from Young’s quart-
ers to his office gets any deeper.
Corp. John T. Clark
Now that we have a radio and
a piano in the dayroom, we are
thinking of organizing a com-
munity sing club — if we only
had someone who could or
would sing.
S/Sgt. Green T. Mills, Jr.
After taking quite a few nasty
spills by trying to imitate Sonja
Ilenie, S/Sgt. A. C. (Slug) Wad-
dell, is now quite content to
“waddell” off to bed. He could,
however, have mastered the fig-
ure “g,” had he been persistent
enough. But Slug is one of those
office men, and therefore, has
to sit most of his time. Skating,
•with its nasty falls, has damp-
ened the ardor of Waddell, to
say the least.
D. Queen.
A saw, hammer, nails, some
scrap boards, and an idea by
T/1G. Peter Matunis, plus a few
rapid strokes of a saw by T/5G.
Harold' Gowden. Result — a bob-
sled. Then the try out. Hooked
to the back of a truck with
the abovementioned men aboard,
it was off. The truck had brakes;
the bobsled didn’t. That may not
be news, but it should explain
why Matunis is bald-headed.
T/5G. John A. McDaniel.
Could it he that a grown man
like Sgt. Jancura is afraid of a
little dog? It seems the fellows
wanted to have some fun with
him, so they rigged up a surprise
for him when he came in from
work. One of the men hid under
his bunk, and when Jancura
tumbled into his bunk, Pfc. Par-
sons started to yell like a dog.
All you could see after that was
dust Jancura made getting out
of the building. Now he looks
under his bunk eevry day before
going to bed. When we want
harp music we get it from Pvt.
Nick Halkovich. The only troub-
le is when he opens his mouth
to play, you can’t see the harp.
It has vanished. But what music
comes out of that gap!
Pfc. T. H. Thompson.
Great excitement reigns here. |
The recreation hall is now near-
ing completion. Among the
events p'omised for its opening
s a boxipg show. Already the
fight managers are preparin'
their men. “Muscles” IlassO i:
coming into shape under the ex-
pert handling of Trainer Real.
Who will be his opponent for
the championship? Could it he
“Jocko” Conlon, the mail order-
ly, who is seen taking setting-
up exercises every morning? He
says he is trying to get in trim,
but who knows what is going
on? A1 Jasmund is considered
a contender with all the exer-
cise he gels handling those oil
cans. “Pretty Boy” Uzuanis has
the weight, but in the wrong
places.
S/Sgt. Baldwin.
There seems to be quite a little
competition in business now
that Louis Gedra has opened up
his laundry. “Can’t-make-a-
dime” Zjirillo and, “Short-cut”
Nelson, the barber, welcome the
new addition to the finance de-
partment with open arms. The
finance dept, ought to keep its
eyes open. Our agents report that.
Binnegar has corailed enough
money in the last week to buy
three pigs.
Pfc. E. H. Boomgarn.
After a long absence from
these columns, the Air Corps has
firmly resolved that from this
issue on it will submit, in its
opinion, the column of the week
every week. So it is - requested
that all members of the Air
Corps who have any items of
interest they would like to have
appear in the local paper, write
them up and send them in.
You don’t have to do it up
like a portion from “Hearts and
Flowers,” for any old way you
send it in will be O.K. Your
1st Sgt. will furnish all details
on this “All Out, ‘Rah Rah’, Bang
Up” column.
Probably during your work-
ing hours or during your bar-
rack sessions when the “gum-
beaters” really “take off,” you
may find a bit that will prove
ol interest to the fellows. Also
if you have any poetic feelings
within you, grab a pen and rat-
tle off a few lines. You never
can tell, for the local correspond-
ent of today may be the manag-
ing editor of tomorrow.
S/Sgt. Peter Kosyk.
We have a watch repair mech-
anic with us, S/Sgt. George
Reynolds. After repairing a
watch the other day, he had
some parts left over. You see,
he is conserving metal for na-
tional defense. •
When asked recently how
much time he had in the Army,
Bill Hague replied: “I’m not a
Pint-sized. Mary Ann Mercer is the soldier’s favorite wherever
she visits to sing and sell War Bonds. With two brothers in
the Armed Forces, Mary Ann is an honorary colonel, M/Sgt,
and “GI Sweetheart” after bond-selling appearances at Army
camps.
recruit, I’m a Sergeant.” (P.S. He
has all of 10 months in now.)
Sgt. Joe Rosen.
Sgt. Joe Gard.
MP
We are looking forward to the
beginning of the boxing tourna-
ment to see who is the best box-
er in the unit. Plans are under-
way for games and sports in the
organization. Such games as
darts, ping-pong, checkers, base-
ball, boxing, swimming are plan-
ned.
Pfc. Leon O. Mabry.
QURRTERmOSTER
Our big event, “The Dance,”
was very successful, and the
main attraction was the local
gals following Pvt. Gordon Sop-
er around, yelling, “Hello, hand-
some!”
In a gay and carefree mood,
a friend telephoned Corp. Denny
Vann at 0200 hours. “I do hope
I haven’t, disturbed you,” the
friend said cheerily. “Oh no,”
Vann replied, “that’s quite all
right. I had to get up to answer
the telephone anyway.”
Pvt. Kelly Blackburn claims
that if his wife were twice as
cute as she tries to be, she still
wouldn’t be half so cute as she
thinks she is.
Pfc. C. E. Reynolds.
Now that “school” is over,
T/5G’s. Paid Bain and John For-
estell and Pfc. William Smith
spend their days “ditty-dumb-
dumb-dittying” back and forth.
That’s what they learned in “col-
lege.” One of our cooks has
won the name “Dayroom Jackie”
by his superior ability to play
pool and ping pong.
“The Cub.”
T/5G. Boone, having received
a cable stating he was the fathei
of twins, was very worried. The
little lady soon informed him
that it was a joke. Nevertheless
I Dale passed out the cigars (2
each man), stating he was very
much relieved.
Corp. O. Smith.
Corp. Joseph Spinnato receiv-
ed word from home that his
former “to be” has joined the
MGM Club (My-Gal-Married
club). However, Joe is a good
looking boy and we have no
doubts that he is the answer
to some other maiden’s prayer
Pfc. Peter J. Maia is now • the
father of a bouncing baby girl.
“Pete” was so .surprised at the
news that he was in a daze for
three days. However, he soon
recovered and the PX did not
have enough cigars to go around.
The show, “This is The Arm;, ;"
presented by the Red Gross, was
■ great success. The cast includ-
'd several members of our unit.
T/5G. Eugene R. Jacques.
Pvt. Dadoorian is secretly
training for a bout with “Jumbo”
Gryzhowski. Look out, Gryz, the
boy has developed a lightning
left and is a terror....... Pvt.
Cluxton has requisitioned a pair
of shoulder pads from Sgt. Bash.
Cluxton claims that his coat has
no solid base on which to rest,
and is constantly falling down
>ver his shoulders.
Pvt. Edmund P. Rezetko.
Air Wurniuy:
Pvt. Thrasher is the recent
recipient of a photo -which dis-
plays the charm of “the girl who
s still writing back in Texas.”
At the rate he is passing it
around, she’ll be looking old be-
fore her time.
Corp. Southerland’s Glider: '
“He sent his glider towards
the sky.
And almost kissed the thing
goodbye,
But for fifteen dollars, alas,
alack,
Pvt. Moreno bought it back.”
Corp. Ben Hyman.
The latest to join the “MGM”
Club (My-Gal-Married) is Sgt.
Donald Jeronimus, formerly
known as “The Duke From Dul-
uth.”
Corp. Oran E. Thompson.
Congratulations to Corp.
Lange. It’s a boy.
Digest boy, Sgt. Kalita, has
again been on the wave length,
but all we can get out of him
is static ....
We dedicate this home-made
poetry to our Mess Sgt., Sgt.
Sammarco, and his mad gang.
Here’tis:
Mary had a little lamb,
the sold it all to Uncle Sam,
The boys all ate it
\nd grew to hate it,
Vow the cry is, “Give us spam!”
“Snooge.”
T/5G. Herbert Boyer certainly
rates with his girl who calls him
“Funny Face.” Pvt. Don Turnip-
seed’s wife must be hinting at
something when she sends him
dice and cards. Ah, *this Army
pay. Pfc. Herbert Arnsorge also
was sent a\ reminder. A bar
of soap attached to a piece of
string which fits around his
neck.