The White Falcon - 06.03.1943, Blaðsíða 5

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The Organizations
Congratulations are in order
to Joseph S. Holtoner on his re-
cent promotion to Colonel. The
usual beam on the “Boy colon-
el’s” face was even brighter, if
that’s possible. Congrats also to
Capt. Evans on his new nine-
pound bouncing baby boy.
THINGS I NEVER HOPE TO
SEE: Slum-Burner Slitz turn-
ing out three good meals in a
row. A1 Langone giving up his
every-other night trek to the
Red Cross. Earl Buckley staying
awake.
Now that this outfit has start-
ed the ball rolling with its first
rate production, it’s up to the oth-
er outfits to follow suit and put
on their entertainment at the
theater.
S/Sgt. John Gross cops top
honors this week by virtue of
his recent triumph in the Red
Cross Art Exhibit.
One of our old friends, M/Sgt.
Herman Prast, (“Pappy” as he
is commonly known to most of
us) is about to leave us. Top-
man among the enlisted person-
nel ever since we’ve been here,
he carries with him the best
wishes of each and every doggie,
as well as the officers.
T/Sgt. Charles E. Bradley.
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A dance was held for this org-
anization at one of the local
dance halls Friday. The night
was too short, but the snappy
Engineer orchestra kept the hep-
cats in the groove.
The floor show, presented dur-
ing the intermission under the
direction of Pvt. Richard Kim-
ball, consisted of Chick Borelli,
banjoist, and Mel Goldberg, im-
itator.
Pfc. Leon Odell Mabry.
qURRTERmnSTER
The other evening, after a few
of us had our beer, one of our
brilliant sons of Sweden set up
a few empty cans, and proceeded
to roll a ball across the floor
at the cans, thus giving birth
to the idea of starting a bowling
alley. It was not long afterward
that a three team “league” was
Hurling an indoor softball at the
“ten dead soldiers.”
Pfc. Schoener and Sgt. Fried-
richs had a little discussion as
to which would freeze the fast-
er, boiled water or cold water.
Each filled a howl with water
(the type he chose) and set it
outside. After some hours, there
seemed to be no visible changes
in the condition of the waters.
At last Honest Abe Schoener
confessed to the Sgt. that he
Former national swimming champion, Esther Williams now has
landed a niovie contract and soon will be seen with Mickey
Rooney. Miss Williams, 5 feet 7 inches tall, will play Mickey’s
sweetheart.
shop when they might be enter-
taining a much larger grefup by
moving their hill-billy jam ses-
sions to the dayroom.
“Teepee.”
The laugh of the week was
the lale of Pfc. Kenneth “Fire
Bug” McDonald, who was telling
the boys about the hen his uncle
has. He claims his uncle, by mis-
take, fed the hen saw-dust in-
stead of oat meal. “Three weeks
later,” says McDonald,- “the hen
layed ten eggs and when they
hatched, nine were chickens and
I he tenth was a woodpecker.”
Pfc. C. E. Reynolds.
Field Artillery
S/Sgt. Hancock, our Mess
Sergeant, is really making a
swell job out of our mess hall.
He has painted flags of some
of our Allies on the walls, and
has obtained dishes and cups
for the tables.
Corp. George Gable.
had tampered with his experi-
mental dish, stirring up the
forming ice whenever the oppor-
tunity arose. At this, the Sgt.
laughed and said, “That’s all
right, I put salt in your bowl,
so we are even!”
T/5G. Robert J. Healey.
With apologies to Winchell,
this writer will present, at inter-
vals, “roses” and “thorns” to in-
dividuals ,or groups as a reward
for activities, behavior, oddities,
etc.
“Rose s”
To the Ace-of Diamonds Play-
ers for the excellent “GI Vari-
eties” show at our theater re-
cently.
“T horn s”
To Pvt. Phil Castelluzzo, self-
styled Lothario, far running
away from the first female lie
saw in many months.
To the talented musicians who
hide their talent in the barber
Since the advent of a ping-
pong table in the dayroom, we
see men we never saw before.
Even M/Sgt. Nick Frishkey
spends his spare time there, still
looking for someone he can beat,
with no luck so far. Boxing is
also coming into its own, and
there are • several prospective
“champeens.” Pvt. Arthur W.
Marshall had a little scrap with
a certain T/4G., over whose
grandmother was the. best jack-
hammer handler! Pvt. Marshall
claims that his grandmother was
known as “Jackhammer Kate”
around the local pool-rooms. The
decision went to Marshall on ex-
cess wind.
T/4G. D. E. Wilhelm.
He serves, sans fanfare, does
our Sgt. “Pa” Galovics. We re-
ceived the net, balls and paddles
for ping-pong, but no table.
What’s to be done about it? No
one knows, apparently, but ’ere
many days have come and gone
a ping-pong table that would be
the envy of any mail-order house
graces our dayroom. Where’d it
come from? Who done it? Still
no one knows, or says. But after
two weeks,, rumor has it that
“Pa” did it. Confronted, “Pa”
modestly admits it was he. “But
look,” says he, to cover his mod-
esty, “at this ‘busted’ thumb I
suffered in the deal. First one
I’ve had in the thirty-two years
of my life!”
Pfc. Jack D. Hunt.
Our mess hall just recently was
converted into a setting for a
very entertaining evening. The
stars of our show were two very
gracious ladies of the American
Red Cross'—Misses Ray and
Shaw. This laugh-a-minute fiesta
split many a side at the expense
of the unsuspecting members of
the unit who were called to take
part in the show.
One of the poor unfortunates,
T/5G. Ed Vanderlinde, was told
to masticate 'three crackers and
then send forth a strain of “Yan-
kee Doodle.” After he partially
accomplished this feat the men
in the first three rows shook the
cracker crumbs out of their hair.
T/5G. Carl Berglund did very
well playing the guitar and
mouth harp simultaneously. The
highlight of the evening was Miss
Shaw’s impersonation of Sophie
Tucker.
Pfc. Edward R. Barkhaus.
The Irish quartet of the latrine,
namely Sgt. Holzapfel, Sgt. Gen-
essee, Pfc. Lobovits and Pvt. La
Susa, had better let the generals
fight this war, or else we will
all be 30-year-men.
For those who wonder why
Pfc. Persiclietti is called “The
Beak,” rumor has it that he was
frightened by a duck.
“Snooge.”
T/5G. Robert Hardy is certain-
ly popular with .all the men. Bob
converted an old victrola into
a modern electric machine and
furnishes the boys with the lat-
est music direct to their quart-
ers.
For a “mascot,” the gang has
a little mouse named “Detail.”
Detail is a mighty smart mouse
and T/5G. Frank Medesy has
built him an elaborate home
with all the modern conveni-
ences.
Corp. Oran E. Thompson.
Pfc. Turner can do more moan-
ing while playing pinochle than
any two people I have ever seen.
The worst of it is, he always
has five or six aces. The fat
man’s contest will be between
Ralph Gentry and Jerry Miller.
????.
Sgt. Cybulski, who was trans-
ferred, is very much missed by
his pal, Sgt. Welch. Now Welch
is complaining about having to
go to work. Oh, yes, Welch’s ini-
tials spell PEW!
Corp. O. Smith.
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American
Scene
The police saved him a trip,
then took him for a trip. Sheriff
Regan saw Paul Clark standing
on a street corner with a valise,
receiving money from passing
soldiers. The sheriff asked Clark
what he had in the valise. Clark
replied, “Nothing.” Regan open-
ed the bag. It contained 11 pints
of cheap whiskey. Clark looked
surprised and said innocently,
“Why, sir, I thought the bag was
empty. I found it on the other
side of the street and was going
to make a special trip to the
police station to give it to you.”
The Sheriff said, “Well, we’ll
save you a trip.” Clark is now
resting in the Mobile, Ala., jail.
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