The White Falcon - 20.03.1943, Blaðsíða 6

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Sgt. “Booger” Baird can’t und-
erstand how the world and the
war and everything else can go
along just as if he hadn’t very
recently become the proud poppa
of a brand new baby... .other
cigar-passer-outers include 1st
Sgt. Edward D. Matthews Jr.,
who now boasts of an Edward
D. Matthews, Jr., Jr... .and Corp.
Lousie Kisenwether. Pvt.’s Hugh
Sumerel, Esbert Goff and August
Eigenmann are likewise beaming
with parental pride these days.
Shed a tear for Sgt. Leroy
Barrineau, who penned a letter
almost every night to his one-
and-lonely... .Reports (uncon-
firmed) have it that she’s marry-
ing the mailman.
“Gumdrop Gus.”
Short-Cut- Nelson (the barber)
to Swede Oman: “How do you
like bathing beauties?”
Oman: “I don’t know, I never
bathed any.”
Pfc. E. H. Boomgarn.
The other day some of the
fellows went for a hike and they
all were big men ranging around
six feet. With them was the
favorite of the organizaztion,
Pvt. Glenn (Baby Dumpling)
Witzig, who is the smallest of
the group. All the civilian kids
who saw him pointed at him
and laughed because he was
tagging along behind. Pv'i. J.
Damn is now manufacturing a
pair of stilts to bring “Baby
Dumpling” to a higher level.
T/5G. S. Rogers.
S/Sgt. George W. Francis’s
mess, hall is famous throughout
the Command as George’s Grill.
His main specialty long has been
camouflaged lamp chops and
dried fish, but he.bas' now started
specializing in spaghetti and
meat balls, which have been
acclaimed far and wide as the
best in the Army.
Our clerk, Pfc.Thurrel Thomp-
son, and Supply Sgt. Peter Now-
icki have been having a Bond-
selling race to see who can sell
the most. Nowicki takes care of
the cash bonds and Thompson
has the jawbone department. So
far it has been a tie for top
honors. The prize for the winner,
is a case of Coca Cola.
Pfc. T. H. Thompson.
With Pfc. Shadd winning the
grand prize at our Bingo party
for the second week in success-
ion, we are beginning to wonder
what lucky charm he carries in
his pocket.
The boxing ring will soon be
completed in our theatre.
S/Sgt. C. H. Winn.
Pfc. Clifford Grigsby was go-
ing to play basketball with the
team. Last Sunday he went out
to a practice session and played.
Now he has decided the game is
too strenuous, and refuses to
even talk about it!
Sgt. Helgesen.
Sgt. John “Neverblush” Robin-
son certainly has talent. He dis-
played it for the boys in the
mess hall the other night. Pvt.
Anthony J. Chierico and his
swinging feet also came into the
spotlight. With “Tiger Rag” play-
ing, he really gave the floor a
real workout.
Johnny Saddler.
Pfc. Eugene Ockunizzi is well
liked by the children hereabouts.
He plays with them and is
known as “Papa Cunzi.” Life’s
darkest moment came for Gene
when the boys bombarded him
with snowballs while he was
taking a shower.
Pvt. Woodrow Henderson must
have those Gremlins on his elec-
tric clippers, judging by some of
the haircuts the boys are sport-
ing these days.
Pfc. Andrew J. Sindt.
T/5G. Sizemore, who although
highly proficient in the soldierly
art of “jaw-flopping,” was
stricken quite speechless the
other night when he saw
“Heavy” Lyons, our stout tailor,
devour 36 hot dogs and then ask
for more. “Heavy” and his in-
satiable appetite and its desire
for chow, is taking quite a toll
from his friends’ pocket change.
Sgt. Merrill T. Hamilton.
Pfc. Albert G. Shrader and
S/Sgt. James G. Roope are sling-
ing paint around in the orderly
room so thick and fast, one never
knows what they are doing,
camouflaging or decorating.
Corp. Winston A. Godbey.
Our dispatcher, Pfc. Eugene E.
Mitch, after a month of studying
finally arrived at the conclusion
that he knows, the keyboard of
a typewriter. But there’s just one
thing he says troubles him. He
punches I’s for O’s, and vice
versa. Pfc. Arthur R. McFarlin.
The big argument this week
seems to be on the status of
S/Sgt. Stanley J. Rogalski,
whose ideas concerning the ty-
ing of knots on the barracks
bag just don’t conform to the
rules laid down by the, Amy.
Leads us to believe "perhaps Stan
should have been a sailor.
Nolan F. Adney.