The White Falcon - 06.03.1943, Blaðsíða 6

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Thimble Theatre
Starring Popeye
A/ EXCUSE ME, I X
MU<=>T 6dET TO THE
BANK BEFORE IT
CLOBE'Sr;
Pvt. Copeland, the old mutton
hater, found out he doesn’t
know the difference between
lamb chops and pork chops. He
was telling everyone how he
could smell mutton a mile away.
The cooks had lamb chops, so
neatly camouflaged that the great
master, Copland, was heard to
remark, “What delicious looking
pork chops.” After coming hack
for seconds, he was let in on
the secret that the delicious pork
chops actually were lamb chops.
His new nickname is “Ba Ba”
Copeland.
Pfc. T. H. Thompson.
Corp. Vernon Jones will have
to look for another girl. Stella,
bis former sweetie, stood him
up once or twice, and later was
seen with another bloke.
1 The new theater is now com-
pleted and although we have had
a sample of some of the enter-
tainment, they tell us we can
expect something better in the
near future.
T/G. Shelby F. Rinehart.
t
The opening night of our new
recreation center saw a full
house. If anyone has any doubt
that hill billy bands don’t go
over big with these men, they
should drop in to the “Kentucky
Theater” and listen to the music
before the movies begin. Of
course, the building affords a
good place for lectures, too, but
we won’t go in to that, since
it’s so hard to stay- awake dur-
ing one.
T/5G. Merrill T. Hamilton.
Our bugler went to see the
girl he has been going with for
about a week or so, and when
he came back, our first-aid-man,
Doc, who was just inquisitive,
asked his friend, where she
lives, etc. You should have seen
the expression on Doc’s face
when the bugler told him. The
Doc said, “You don’t know it,
hut you happen to be going
around with the same girl I go
to see every other night!”
Pfc. Arthur R. McFarlin.
T/5G. Ralph Palmer is the last
of a long line of Palmers in the
Army. So he says. All of his
ancestors have retired from the
Army after 30 years of service.
His great-grandfather retired as
a Pfc. according to him. But the
latest comes from his younger
brother, who was home on fur-
lough. He became over-enthusi-
astic at a community rally, and
turned his identification tags
into the scrap metal drive!
T/5G. John A. McDaniel.
A lively discussion on the re-
lative merits of swing and hill
billy music can be heard almost
any evening. The pro-swing de-
baters, led by Pfc. Edward Penc-
zek, and the opposition, captain-
ed by Pfc. Levi E. Moss, are
having a great time.
Sgt. Nolan F. Adney.
We thought our mess hall look-
ed all right. Our mess Sgt., S/Sgt.
Lyle, didn’t think so. Now, after
three days and nights of paint
slinging, Lyle is content. Our
mess hall and kitchen are really
“pretty” now, what with their
new paint jobs.
Sgt. Helgesen.
When Pvt. Jessie Marrs receiv-
ed a stool from his girl friend,
the fellows wondered if the five-
foot mighty mite intended to use
it to climb into bed at night.
Corp. William Finn loves to
gripe — even if the only listen-
er is himself.
Andrew J. Sindt.
EXTRA! FIREMAN CATCH-
ES ON FIRE. Pvt. Harry Licht-
enstein, our pride and joy, is in
the headlines again. Harry fell
asleep the. other day in the read-
ing room with a lighted cigar-
ette in his mouth, his head rest-
ing on his chest. The odor of
smoke awoke I.ichty, and he
found that flames were dancing
on his manly bosom. Tearing
off his jacket, he threw it on
the floor, stamping on it until
he put out the fire. Total dam-
age—one large round hole in his
jacket. Lichtenstein was totally
unhurt .... THEY TELL ME
THAT: Pfc. Lou Yax, chow-
hound deluxe, has a set of air-
craft detectors rigged up in his
quarters so that he can be sure
to hear “chow call.”
Corp. A1 Fisher.
Swede Oman’s face looks like
the rising ^un. His expession has
changed from the ridiculous to
the sublime. Why? Because
Swede has finally received a let-
ter from his girl friend, Hazel.
So all is well again. Next time
he writes to Hedy Lamarr and
Hazel he’ll be sure to get the
letters in the right envelopes.
Pfc. Edward H. Boomgarn.
It seems that S/Sgt. Harry C.
McCoy has fallen for Corp. Tol-
ley’s health-and-strength pro-
gram. Any night one can walk
in and see a whirling mass of
bar-bells, dumbells and elastic
muscle boosters. In the morning
he is up almost before dawn,
at it again.
Sgt. Orland H. Parsons.