The White Falcon - 10.07.1943, Blaðsíða 5

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Troop Hews
Fro
The Organizations
Pfc. Arthur Hill was snowing
the girls with his latest piece of
work—a picture of Betty Grable
drawn on the back of his shirt.
To convince the girls that it re-
ally was a masterpiece and at the
same time give them a better
view of the picture, he stepped
back and did a strip tease that
would have made Gypsy Rose
Lee sit up and take notice. He
then tossed the shirt into the
admiring crowd, executed a cute
bow, about-faced and moved out.
Carl W. Nikirk.
Our heavyweight pugilist, Pfc.
Hilary Kirsch, scored a decision
over 6-foot, 8-inch. Pvt. James
Hooper, after battling it out to
the finish. It was a great fight.
CpI. Val Stchur.
S/Sgt. Wade L. Cruse, while
working a simple division pro-
blem from an example book, was
temporarily delayed. After a
long toil and sweat, Cruse came
to the conclusion he had entered
the problem number in the pro-
blem. After discarding the pro-
blem number, the answer check-
ed with the answer in the book.
T/5 James C. Wingo.
Our wonder baker, T/5 Will-
iam Hermann, surprised us on the
4th of July when he baked two
four-layer cakes. They were mast-
erpieces, 18 inches in diameter,
and decorated with fancy letter-
ing and small stars. For the bene-
fit of other bakers here, here’s
the recipe: Four layers of light
sponge cake; two tasty fillings,
and top it with a heavy rich butt-
er cream. The colors of the fin-
ished products were blue, yellow
and white.
T/5 Frank Schmerl.
The grapevine reveals that Har-
old Massey is burning the tele-
phone wires with his torrid con-
versations. The “victim” is a cho-
ice blonde of the local civilian
front. At one of our recent parties,
a lot of hidden talent was un-
covered. The duet of Bustamentes
and Romero scored the biggest
hit.
Willie Knowlton.
Seven men playing together
for the first time put on a smooth
swing session one night recently,
revealing promise of this com-
mand’s first Signal band. The
men played several hours at a
mess hall jam session, attended
by the majority of the organiza-
tion.
A host of doggies have been
clamoring for another look-see at
Ann Sheridan. So here’s a photo
of the Hollywood charmer.
Ordnance
Pfc. Mahaffey is aiming for the
best collection of pin-ups in the
Command, and always attracts an
intent throng when he makes a
move to tack another photo over
his bunk. And our “card shark”
isn’t apy more. The poor fish got
hooked the other day.
Richard H. Oliver.
Cavalry
Known equally as well for
his motorcycle riding and ball
playing is Elmer E. Harrington
of Fort Wayne, Ind., better
known among his friends as
“Hardrock.” Last week “Hard-
rock” received a much-sought
letter from his girl friend and,
with it, a picture. Whatever she
told him surely did its work. For
nearly three days “Hardrock”
wandered around with his head
in the clouds, hardly knowing
where he was.
Durant.
‘Candy Kid’
Sets Record
If Headquarters doesn’t have
the Command’s champion con-
sumer of candy, he’ll do until
some challenger comes along
with a built-in stomach pump.
Pvt. Wayne Parker, known to
his buddies as the “Chocolate
Soldier,” doesn’t usually have a
man-size appetite, but he is with-
out a peer when the dish is coat-
ed with chocolate. Just to fortify
his reputation, Parker downed
16 candy bars in one day last
week, and still would be adding
to the pile of discarded wrap-
pers under his bed, but his
friends ran out of candy.
Now he’s scouting around for
an opponent to face in a loser-
pay-all candy-eating match. His
barracks mates sponsored the
idea so they might occasionally
eat their own candy instead of
giving it to Parker.
American
Scene
A Japanese pilot’s license is
held by Col. Arthur Goebel of
Ft. Logan, Colo. Col. Goebel is
keeping the license so that he
can feel more at ease when he
gets a chance to fly over Japan
again, only this time he hopes
to be dropping bombs.
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Neda Young, of Idaho Falls,
Ida., got a letter from a sailor.
A censor had cut out one sent-
ence, but in the margin he
wrote: “Kisses, about a million
I guess.”
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Patrolman Edward Ray was
making his rounds in Lynn, Mass.
He stopped to look in the wind-
ow of an antique shop. He saw
what looked like a statue—then
he saw it blink. The “statue”
was put in jail on a charge of
intent to commit larceny.
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It all began one afternoon
when Pfc. “Abba Dabba” Bot-
winik brought his clarinet down
to S/Sgt. Zuberbeuhler’s shop,
where, with the latter’s guitar,
the pair hit off the melodies like
seasoned bandsmen.
In the messhall set-to, they were
joined by Pvt. Urban, violin; Pvt.
Hodges, alto sax; Pvt. Johnson
and Pfc. Jarvis, guitars, and
S/Sgt. Evans on the drums.
H. P. Young.
Our boy, Tabie, gets mail from
a girl, saying that she still loves
him and misses him no end. But
something must have gone awry
because Tabie writes longer lett-
ers and sends pictures to a differ-
ent girl! That problem isn’t as
bad, however, as that of a S/Sgt.
here who is having troubles
keeping his girl away from a
couple of 2d Lts.
“Tootsie.”
Air Corps
As the result of a little spar-
ring around, it is reliably rum-
ored that Sgt. C. B. Nichol of
Queens Village, N.Y., about 190
lbs., was on the sending end
when Sgt. George Niesel of New
Jersey, about the same weight,
suddenly was seen catapulting
over, one of the bunks.
The new AAF orchestra went
“all out” for our benefit the oth-
er day. Now boasting 17 pieces,
the band is under direction of
Cpl. Morel. Many of the musici-
ans were formerly with big-time
bands, and after listening for al-
most three hours, we could not
detect a single weak spot in the
organization.
Sgt. Don Groth.
Northern Highlights
The organic encyclopedias of
this outfit were defeated in a
battle of wits with a neighbor-
ing brain-trust at the weekly
“Information, Please” program.
Now our “Phi Bela Kappa” lads
are clamoring for a return match.
Our nominee for the outfit’s
No. 1 brain-truster is the rookie
message center worker who
thinks the “dead file” is where
you deposit casualty lists.
Sam Santillo.
Our chum, Cass, bought it, in-
tending to send it home. But be-
fore he had a chance to dispose
of it, he was drawn into a game
of chance. A short, hut breath-
taking, dance of the “galloping
dominoes” and B. A. “Highpock-
ets” was the new owner. But not
for long. Along came “Speed”
and in nothing flat he sported
the new cateye ring. Alas, he
disregarded warnings of the
curse of the cateye, saying, “I
am not superstitious.” Yes, today
the ring decorates the hand of
Jawge Cahlier. And he has been
steering clear of the gaming
table.
Pretty and a champion swimmer, too, is the best way to tag
Gloria Callen, the Nyack, N.Y., schoolgirl who holds more than
30 American swimming records-. Gloria turned professional re-
cently and will tour as a star in the Water Follies.
Judge Henry W. Clements of
Plainfield, N.J., was holding
night court. A woman appeared
before him and he heard her
case. He fined her $5 for not
turning out her lights during a
blackout. She pleaded she hadn’t
heard the siren because she was
taking a bath. After the case was
closed, Judge Clements announc-
ed that the woman he had just
fined was his wife.
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A Portland, Ore., man emptied
the contents of a bureau drawer
for a scrap paper drive. He later
discovered that he had “contri-
buted” a $4,000 note, $750 in ne-
gotiable bonds, $5,000 in paid-up
life insurance policies and a
mortgage. After two days he
traced his “gifts” to a local Sal-
vation Army headquarters and
after search through tons of pap-
er, he got all of his “gifts” back.
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Strollers on the main street
of Chichkasha, Okla., were puz-
| zled over the muffled puppy
whimperings without any vis-
ible source. A passing postman
solved the problem. He fished
out an unhappy puppy from a
mailbox.
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Bird decorations on a Good-
year, Conn., theater marquee
caused so many cats to congre-
gate in front of the theater that
the manager was forced to cov-
er the decorations with black
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