The White Falcon - 17.04.1943, Blaðsíða 5

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Troop Mews
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Organizations
A new door has been added to
our mess hall. Mess Sgt. Logan
Cole Jr. stands well out' of the
way when mess call is being
blown. Sometimes he can’t figure
out which door the doggies will
pick.
Carl W. Nikirk.
Sgt. Walter Kulebokeon, aided
by his perpetual heckler, Sgt.
Warren Spies, has acquired some
more theatrical decorations in
the form of doctored beer can
tops.
If a good pool player is any
sign of a misspent youth, we have
one, Pfc. Robert Wichard, who
has had a hectic heyday-—his cue
habits are a work of art. With
a hot dog sandwich in his mouth,
a hamburger under his arm, and
a pocket full of cookies, he’s
ready to shoot, holding the cue
stick in a vertical position and
striking downward on the cue-
ball. He called it, “the diabolical
masse,” or “leaping-finesse” shot.
After standing up and reciting
the “Gettysburg Address,” the cue
ball goes on about its business.
T/5G. John A. McDaniels.
One evening, not so very long
ago, Pfc. R. Cline was posted as a
sentry to walk around the mess
hall and while performing his
duties a man came up to him and
asked if he could go into the
building and get the teeth. Cline
looked at him and said, “What’s
the matter with you; you should
have your teeth with you.” But
he finally let the man go into
the building.
T/5G. S. Rogers.
Two of our romantic men have
been having a little mix-up in love
life with a certain local girl. One
takes her a box of candy; the
other comes down sometime lat-
er and helps her eat it. So far
as can be found out, she still
has them both snowed and is still
receiving candy.
Spring fever and muscle-build-
ing have come into their own
around here. Sgt. Ralph A. Arm-
strong, our acting Mess Sgt., lias
taken up the fine old art of chin-
ning to maintain that youthful
figure. Most any time you can
see him swinging on the rafters
like a monkey on a vine. “Tar-
zan Jr.,” he is known to everyone
who watches his musclebuilding.
Pfc. T. H. Thompson.
The old saying “When it rains
it pours,” sure is holding true in
some cases. The other day, Corp.
B. Jarrell came back from the
hospital after “taking a break”
for five days, and it looked like
the hill-billy band would again
be together for a while. But out
of the blue, Pfc. Leonard Child-
ress gets his hand hurt and is un-
able to accompany the rest of the
A patriotic motif and a beauti-
ful gal. Luscious Hedy Lamarr
dons this outfit— studded with
stars and flowers and sex appeal
—for a scene in her latest movie.
outfit on his guitar, so it seems
our troubles never end.
T/5G. S. Roberts.
The first signs of spring
are brought to our attention
more forcibly when we see sev-
eral of the men out playing bal
and pitching horse-shoes. The
spectators seem to get a big kick
out of watching them, too.
It is rumored about, that Sgt.
Evans P. Chandler has been hit-
ting some of the hot spots and
taking one of the local business
ladies for taxi rides to a nearby
town.
T/5G. Shelby P. Rinehart.
The sing-song held in the Rec
hall, conducted by Red Cross
Isostesses Dorothy Sellers and
Rita Shaw, was enjoyed by all.
The musical contributions by Sgt.
.Terrell King and Pfc. Lowell
Bridwelt also were well received.
On behalf of Sgt. Edgar Heslep,
we wish to express our sympathy
to Pvt. Kenneth House who swal-
lowed one of his false uppers.
Pfc. Leon Odell Mabry.
We always knew S/Sgt. Low-
ery had cut down many a pine
tree, was known among all rail-
road men as “Casey Jones, Jr.,”
and was Gene Autry’s nearest
threat, hut when we heard his
little “Stump Speech” t’other
day, we unanimously agreed to
have him run for mayor of a
local village.
Pvt. Wolfgang, silent admirer
of many women, is in receipt of
a letter from the next to best,
wherein she informs him she’s
bewildered no little since she
joined the Army Nurse Corps,
for no one knows where she is
to eat.
Pfc. Jack D. Hunt.
When the “Medics” go to work
they seek blood, and at their
recent show in the wilderness
they drew blood. Lots of it.
When those intrepid lads, “The
Fighting Medical Engineers,”
gave their version, copyrighted,
of “Hellzapoppin”’ at the camp
“uproar house”, pandemonium
reigned. Everything went—in
fact before the completion of
this costly extravaganza, the per-
formers likewise went—fast.
Rank was rendered rank. The
show conclusively proved that
Darwin did have something on
the ball.
Obtained at great expense from
the state of coma, a Name Band
(and they were called various
ones, too) rendered dissonant
melodies on hastily improvised
instruments of torture. Programs
that'could not be read were given
gratis. A door prize was a can
of delicious and tempting Spam.
There were dances from
swing to minuet; songs that were
good,bad and indifferent; Dracula
prowled about with a hypoderm-
ic; carpenters were noisily en-
gaged throughout repairing or
ruining; vendors were busy sel-
ling and interrupting; Hecklers,
pranksters and “sound affected
men” were roaming and annoy-
ing. A chorus of Kazoo’s using
medical pots and pans for vari-
ed tones almost stole the show.
It would have been bptter had
some one stolen the Kazoo’s.
The climax or the “bust of
the show” was when that refugee
from Minsky’s, the femme fatale,
the incomparable Madame Julie
Iceberg, warmed the local citi-
zenry with her art amidst lusty
bellowings of “Take it off” and
“Shake it!”
Her torrid display of the bare
facts of life, left the “2x4” theat-
er in turmoil.
Headquarters
We have an official photo-
grapher we can call all our own.
’Sa fact. Pfc. Harry Le Blanc is
our watch-the-birdie man. In an-
swer to countless requests for
pictures', he simply smiles pati-
ently and says: “Sure, any time.”
Harry is particularly well equip-
ped to handle this assignment,
having been in the business as
a civilian.
T/4G. Allen E. Crowe.
S/Sgt. Basil Sawchak is out
for a new record this month.
Last month he turned in only
28 men. He is out to double that
record this month.
A bouquet of some sort is in
order for Pvt. Georgie Wildrick.
This Jerseyite for the past month
and then some has, kept the day-
room spotless and to the “T.”
S/Sgt. Peter Kosyk.
qURRTERITlRSTER
Thanks to T/4G. Price, the ord-
erly room has been completed to
the satisfaction of everyone.
This idea of photograph albums
is keeping Sgt. Harris broke and
making many a penny for the
man in town.
Pfc. Marino is due back from
B. & C. school this week, and
the boys are planning to obtain
furloughs for the next month
or so. Sgt. Lerman.
A visitor was being shaved in
our barber shop and Pvt. Gordon
“Clip Chop” Soper cut his cheek.
Soper was all apologies, and to
give the cut a chance to close
up, he placed a piece of tissue
paper over the gash.
When the shave was finished,
the customer, to the great sur-
prise of Soper, handed over a
substantial tip.
“That’s all right,” said the vic-
tim, with a smile of forgiveness,
“I don’t often get shaved by a
man who deals in three trades.”
“Three trades?” asked Soper.
“Yes,” came the sarcastic reply—
“Barber, Butcher, and Paper-
hanger!” Pfc. C. E. Reynolds.
When Varga saw Betty Ruth Smith, he labeled her “The Act-
ress with the Most Beautiful Eyes.” But it’s an old story to
Betty who was campus queen in her college days.
It has been officially reported
that T/5G’s. Damron and Sebasti-
an and Pfc. Quattrocchi have
been polishing their ammunition
with a blitz cloth. If eating pick-
les is a sign of love, Pfc. P. D.
Miller must be in love. He made
three trips to the kitchen for
pickles, then tried to bribe the
cooks for a whole gallon of them.
Pvt. Patavino is working day
and night trying to keep up with
the hair cut business, and the
cooks are complaining of missing
bowls. Pat must have made a
short grab one day as T/5G. “Kur-
nel” Wyett is as bald as a cue
ball.
Corp. O. Smith.