The White Falcon - 13.03.1943, Blaðsíða 5

5
Troop News From The
Sgt. Charles Hawkins has an
idea that the correct way to build
a coat rack is to finish it and
then build a house around it.
For all the new styles in form-
fitting fatigue jackets, see Sgt.
Joe Pelopida.
Pvt. Robert Cornett, our bar-
ber, says, “I can’t help but give
GI haircuts, ’cause when a man
falls asleep in the chair I just
keep cutting.”
Sgt. Nolan F. Adney.
Pfc. Clifton L. Lester has been
going around with a lot of tape
on his nose. He says it wasn’t
a door which hit him, but a ham-
mer which slipped from Pfc.
Paul Blevins’ hand while they
were doing some carpenter work.
The Kentucky Colonels put on
a bit of jive music for us at the
theater one night this week and
from the applause they received,
I’m sure the fellows would ap-
preciate a lot more of it.
T/5G. Shelby F. Rinehart.
We still have a few die-hards
who can’t see anything new. And
among those, our oldest timer,
Sgt. Walter Kulebokeon, speak-
ing of WO Harry R. Bradley’s
musical compositions, says^ he
should put “more fire” into his
music, or vice versa.
T/5G. John A. McDaniel.
I have seen champion upon
champion, but there is one who
we have here that is a genuine
champ. He can break any known
record for being able to go to
sleep, any place, anywhere, any
time, within 57 seconds flat.
When I say sleep I mean a sound
snoring sleep. He is Corp. Jeptha
Crum, better known as “Zip” for
his dazzling speed.
Pfc. Eugene M. Schreiber.
In a short time our organiza-
tion will hold a ping-pong tour-
nament and some of the most
likely participants will be Pfc. M.
Wallace, Sgt. J. Maynard, T/5G.
L. Bandkowski and Corp. E.
Kissling.
T/5G. S. Rogers.
The boys are calling Pfc. Leo-
nard E. Earp, “the Dictionary
soldier”.
One of the fair sex has so
completely snowed Corp. Frank
C. Dameron, he volunteers for
duty in town every night.
Corp. Clifford E. Shanklin.
1st Sgt. Joseph C. Day has
made the grade for OCS and
everyone wishes him much suc-
cess. S/Sgt. Woodrow D. Harris
is our new Acting 1st Sgt. Pfc.
Elmer F. Fry, our new carpen-
ter, is now on the sick list. He
hit his hand with the hammer
while trying to drive a nail.
Sgt. Orland H. Parsons.
"an offer to be dancing instructor
at the local Red Cross Center.
Johnny Saddler.
Now that Sgt. Burnett is no
longer here to make such a close
check on them, two more of the
married men can step out and
trip the light fantastic.
Green T. Mills Jr.
S/Sgt. Craven was making sure
he passed the inspection held re-
cently, so the night before he
put all of his equipment on his
bunk. To top it off that night
he pulled two footlockers to-
gether and slept on them, just so
he would have more time the
next morning. Now he wonders
why the fellows call him “Foot-
locker Craven.”
Pfc. T. H. Thompson.
No sarong for Dotty this trip.
Dorothy Larnour dons costume
she’ll wear in latest picture with
Bob Hope and Bing Crosby.
During the past week, Sgt.
Isaac Hornsby came back to the
organization for a visit. He’s still
attending school, and seems to
like his job very well.
Pvt. Jesse A. Hunt apparently
likes his job of K.P. very much
for he seems to be in the kitchen
all the time.
S/Sgt. Melvin E. Dinser.
The bearded Beau Brummels,
Bator, Wood, Hamilton and
Cleary, should take a few hints
from professors Zamie and Black
in the raising of an hirsute ap
pendage. “The Fuller the brush,
the better the bristle.”
Corp. L. Smith still holds first
position in the chow line and is
the first to hit the coks for sec-
onds, although being hard pres-
sed by Corp. Uhl.
Pfc. Edward H. Boomgarn.
On a recent date, it was this
unit’s pleasure to be treated to an
evening’s entertainment by two
of the local Red Cross workers,
Misses Rita Shaw and Ethel Rea.
The fellows especially liked Miss
Shaw’s rendition of “Some of
These Days.” She can really send,
and when she beats out a tune
on the piano, it really smokes.
Since Pvt. Roy Canino has join-
ed the Kitchen force, we have
spaghetti at least once a week.
Pvt. William A. Itnowlton.
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It happened recently to our
own Sgt. David E. Palmer. While
in town, he was standing in front
of a theater when a gorgeous
blonde came by. Of course,
“Dave” smiled and turned on the
pressure. Much to his surprise,
she stopped and had a chat with
him. It all ended with her giv-
ing him a show ticket.
It has finally leaked out that
Pfc. James R. Divis was given
Pvt. P. Keicher can rest easily
now. It’s a bouncing baby girl,
and cigars were enjoyed by all.
SIGN OF SPRING: T/4G. Mc-
Gowan, the cook, smiled yester-
day while putting out chow.
After much “sweating,” Pvt.
Sid Goldberg finally received his
accordian and promptly gave out,
accompanied by Pvt. Joe Feiferi
on the sweet potato.
Pfc. Paul J. Florentine.
Everyone participated in a
celebration last week. The start
was a review of the past year
by 1st Sgt. Pirman. A band gave
out with some very good music.
All joined in some singing, led
by Sgt. Burk, who later, with a
golden, -mellow baritone, sang
a solo, called the “Cowboy’s La-
ment.” Everyone enjoyed some
red hots, hamburgers and beer.
T/5G. Petrone, who dished out
the beer, was mad ’cause he did
not have much of a chance to
drink his. We all had a good
time, to the end, when Lieut.
Blumberg chased everyone to
bed. The spice' of the program
was when Sgt. Bemke tried to
imitate the 1st Sgt. on a trick
he pulled on maneuvers, trying
to get us up at 0400 to move.
It was a good imitation, except
that Bemke lacked the force of
the bellow, “All Out.”
Corp. O. Smith.
S/Sgt. John T. Moore threat-
ens that if someone else doesn’t
provide cookies for the morn-
ing snack, he’s going to make
breakfast and leave the domestic
affairs to others “not so good
at it as he.”
Maintenance Sgt. Howard
Johnson’s waistline is rapidly
becoming something to brag
about. The boys are betting that
■within a month he will surpass
our well-rounded Supply Sgt’s
Organizations
generous proportions. He is tak-
ing all bets.
1st Sgt. Kale.
qunRTEBmnSTER
Well, our anniversary has come
and gone. T/5G. Nidweski and
Pfc. Mainolfi had top billing, and
as usual did not fail us. A vote
of thanks to the Navy for its
kindly co-operation. And before
we forget, a round of applause
for the generous contribution of
music by our friends from the
Special Service unit. All in all,
the boys had an enjoyable eve-
ning.
Field Artillery
Minute Biography—Sgt. Robert
Graves. Home—Rochester, Mich.
Age—24. Favorite Color—Blue
(also blonde). Hobby—Aviation.
Ambition—To become a transport
pilot. Favorite Orchestra and
Singer—Tommy Dorsey, Bob Eb-
e,rle. Favorite movie—“Desperate
Journey.” Favorite Sports—Foot-
ball, baseball.
Some of the men have started
their evening training for the
forthcoming boxing matches.
Last evening speedy Chuck Bruck
sparred a few rounds with heavy-
weight “Lightning” Don Wills.
To top the evening’s training pe-
riod, “Man Mountain” Joe Kaz-
lauskas and Wills exchanged a
few hefty lefts and rights.
Pfc. John W. Mills.
Sgt. Jos. Lerman.
The boys are very happy now
that they have a reading and
writing room. S/Sgt. J. J. (Chow
Hound) McGreevy at last has a
local belle. The other day he
wanted to know if he could ar-
range an allotment for the gal.
(And we thought Catherine was
the one and only).
Corp. Sellner.
Pfc. Billie “Neighbor” Davis
was sent a sympathy card and
medal by an unknown “Chap-
lain’s assistant” recently. The
donor, who still hasn’t revealed
himself, might send along several
dozen more so we can place them
where they’ll do a lot of good.
“Teepee.”
Virginia Dale is starting on
the dancing road to fame. She
is Fred Astaire’s current part-
ner, following a brilliant line of
dancers including Joan Craw-
ford, Ginger Rogers, Eleanor
Powell and Rita Hayworth.
Does Sgt. Shufflebotham really
sleep the long hours away when
he’s on night shift? If not, why
was he seen with his plate in
the mess hall at midnight, ask-
ing for breakfast?
“Snooge.”
Sgt. Ernest A. Horvath walk-
ed into the barber shop, told
the barber he was having Satur-
day and Sunday off, and would
like to get a hair cut so he would
look good over his “weak end.”
Sgt. David Cohen received
word from the girl friend back
home that she had joined the
WAAC’s. Now what worries
Cohen is who is going to wait
for whom.
Corp. Oran E. Thompson.
T/5G. Philip McIntosh is at
wits end wondering how he can
get some false choppers for his
mouth. He’s afraid he may have
to use a tube for a liquid diet.
Don’t worry, Mac, I’ll chew your
chow for you. Pfc. John Tray-
nor’s last words when ratings
were posted, “Ye Gads, m’name
is last again.”
Sgt. Salvatore F. Gerardi.
Should the news of the
day be lacking interest drop
around to the kitchen, and
have our own Pfc. “Barrelhead”
Black give you the “latest.” He
never fails, even if he does add
a few of his own touches. This
iolly little Irishman would butt
his barrel-shaped head against
a post- if he thought it would
provoke a laugh to some sad
soul.
Pfc. Jack D. Hunt.