The White Falcon - 13.01.1945, Blaðsíða 8

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Organization Mews
TDs BACK! Quite a few
returning temporary duty-
ites waltzed to Mendelsohn’s
March while on leave ....
Guess there is some truth
to this manpower shortage
— especially when eligible
bachelors such as Pvt. Cecil
Gray enter into the bonds of
Holy Matrimony .... Oth-
ers among us (not mention-
in any names) have scouted
local talent rather success-
fully in the quest of wedded
bliss .... Needless td say,
after a brief but happy soj-
ourn in their native land,
the gang was eager to take
once again their respective
places in the IBC hot stove
league.
EXCERPT FROM EMILE
POSTLER’S RULES FOR
ETIQUETTE IN CONVENT-
IONAL ICELANDIC CIRC-
LES: It is customary, pre-
paratory to raising one’s
glass in a toast, to utter a
polite “skol” which is free-
ly translated to wit - “drink
up.” All present reply with
the same salutation. No wo-
man can drink unless some
man “skol’s” to her.
Sgt. C. A. Postler.
regular Friday Night Com-
mandoes. We can’t figure
out what the attraction is
— unless it’s those lovely
young girls .... The “March
of Dimes” campaign, which
we call the “March of Kron-
ur,” has received excellent
response — and more kron-
ur are pouring in by the
hour. We expect to hit the
100% mark by the end of
the drive .... The Squadr-
on’s basketball team, “The
Three Gs,” is getting well
into shape for the second
half of the basketball
tournament . . . .The fellows
want to thank the officers for
the wonderful New Years Eve
party they threw for us —
and more thanks for letting
us use their club. We really
appreciated it and “a good
time was had by all.” But,
boy of boy, the day after
everyone had a can of to-
mao juice to cure the after
effects!
Sgt. Angelo J. Chieffi.
be tagged to the above col-
umn. It should read “Feeler
Bill.” And I thought you
were such a nice hoy, Willie!
A QM Buddy Who Got
Stabbed In the Back.
Believe it or not! “Rocky”
Taylor really played “Is
You Is Or Is You Ain’t My
Baby” and really jived it ..
. . Pfc. Ford is really pass-
ing those Saturday inspec-
tions. Keep up the good
work, Joe.
According to Tec 5 D’Ac-
unto, who has returned from
a short vacation, Reykliolt
is the place for lonesome
soldiers. We wonder why,
Frank? .... Thanks a mill-
ion to Miss Ruth Hanna at
Club 14 for the great job of
morale building she’s doing
for the boys in Iceland ....
We wish to extend our hear-
ty welcome to the fellows
who have returned to camp.
Good luck, fellows! ....
Congratulations to you fell-
ows who have added anoth-
er stripe to pour arms. Let’s
live up to expectations.
Butch and Chuck.
QURRTERmRSTER
All concerned are' very
pleased at the sophisticated
atmosphere which has
steadily grown in the, Club,
ft has been, aided greatly by
the smooth rvlhms of the
“Society Six.” Use a little
imagination and you’re in
your favorite night-club
back home.
Upon first arriving in Ice-
land, we thought the snow-
i
jobs given us by the old-tim-
ers like Hylton, Schwartz-
wald, McCloskey, et al on
the rigors of the Rock were
works of art. Now, after re-
turning from TD, the stories
they tell of domestic life in
the good old U.S. are even
Uiore fantastic.
Some of the fellows feel
that they should get the
Purple Heart for injuries
sustained due to slipping on
the ice. Though purple is the
correct color, the heart is*not
quite the correct portion of
the anatomy.
Bring a stiilka tonight.
Bill Donnelly.
A new pen name should
ORDNANCE
ORDANOTES: Tec 4 Portz
has been seen sporting over-
seas stripes on his fatigues.
What, no tatoo?? .... That
crawling flashlight you saw
the other night was one Tec
5 Letso. It’s ok, Letso, Lt.
Berkowitz didn’t mean los-
ing your medal that way . .
. . Attention, Hut 18! Pul-le-
aze, gentlemen! At least put
out the light before remov-
ing your shirts. Pfc. Nonno
is considering making a
window shade for his gal’s
picture. It gels very tiresome
holding a paper in front of
it while you undress like
that .... Now listen, Cpl.
(No, no mail) Peterson.
Leave us not argufy. It’s a
known fact that Sgt. (Oh,
yeah!) Pecheco does work!
It’s administrative records
— not victrola records! Get
back in your cage; needle
nose!
Your “on the spot” (and
you ain’t akiddin’) reporter
grabbed the nearest eggs-
hell and went out to meet
the returning TD (Totally
Dazed) men just in from the
“Old Country.” Realizing
the tremendous interest in
such vital information, your
reporter interviewed a few
of the. men and hereby sub-
mits their comments:
S/Sgt. Berry - “A-a-a-a-li!”
Tec 5 Abel - “Wheeeeee!”
Tec 5 Finelli - “Hie!”
Tec 4 Krebs - “Rough!”
Pvt. Lawless - “Where’s
my mattress?”
Tec 5 . (Moose) Hauser -
“Hello!”
Tec 6 A. Nonny Muss.
Britton. And, Ralph has
special cause for swooning
at that! It seems as though
he knew the stripping one
back in Easton, Pa. and, well,
lie’s liked Sherry ever since.
In fact, the good Cpl.
swears on a stack of ARs
ten feet high that he’d like
nothing more than to carry
Bundles for Britton the rest
of his life!
Pvt. Paul Webb surprised
several of the boys in the
shower room last Friday ev-
ening while taking a show-
er. Webb went into a dance
routine. Did Webb’s feet
move! At the finish of his
dance, he was showered with
applause for his efforts in
doing the “Duckboard
Walk.” Webb should make
a career of dancing. This
would be a step in the right
direction.
Pvt. Sidney Glickman.
All that Tec 5 Ralph Kief-
er does these days is sit in
his hut and swoon at the
Falcon pin-up of Sherry
A certain tall generator
operator turned $600 over to
the Company Clerk this past
week for some unknown rea-
son .... S/Sgt. Orval P. Bar-
don was sure happy to re-
turn to the wife after his vis-
it to the Buckeye State.
“Slim” Tom Moffett had
to slay after school one day
this past week because one
of his charges was a bad boy.
“Sleepy” Ellis forgot his mis-
sion and left 17 ashes on the
floor of the washroom ....
Jim Young breathed a sigh |
of relief Thursday at 17001
hours.
Boh Fuller had better stay
away from the SNOW or else
he shall get his hands all wet.
Jim Irick must have sold him
his house as Bob has been
there three nights in suc-
cession.
J. D. Brooksfield and Ken
Stark floated in recently
with a million smiles apiece.
His first night back in the
hut, Ken had an awful ex-
perience. While getting in
his coveted sack time, he
heard a knock on the door
and dived under his canvas
hag. He was finally coaxed
out after finding it was just
a neighboring visitor. When
asked to explain his action,
Now that the regular Fri-
day night dances are being
held at Club 23 more boys
froru the outfit are going
over. They are turning into
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Stark merely said that he
thought he was still in the
Morrison Hotel in Chicago.
Strange, isn’t it?
Jim Bean’s skiing parties
are gaining popularity even-
day, especially since he has
been including the extra at-
tractions .... Bill Dittert’s
moustache is out of this
world hut apparenly he lik-
es it. He likes it so much that
he has “Red” Killoren black-
en the damn thing with an
eyelash brush every evening
before retiring.
Pfc. Ben Rosenthal.
A recent slip of the type-
writer and linotype caused
a delegation of Californi-
ans to descend upon this
wx-iter with rage. It was men-
tioned in this article that the
“Gi-eat” Nick De Marco was
from California. We know
that Nick is the real McCoy
from Brooklyn. Nick, being
a modest and bashful per-
son, declined to make any
comment hut in hll fairness
to him, it must be said that
Nick is quite proud of his
home town.
One of the best liberty
towns on the east coast,
Brooklyn is also known as
the City of Churches. One of
the favorite pastimes of men
in the armed forces is to
cast aspersions on someone’s
home town — and Brooklyn
falls in for more than its
share. Half the script writers
for our radio comedy pro-
grams would not know
whex-e to turn if Brooklyn
never existed. Well, Brook-
lynites do not mind and, in
fact, they stick their necks
out a long way when they
deliver “erl” instead of oil
and watch the “boids” in-
stead of bii’ds. They might
“moider” the English langu-
age hut 99% of the time
when you meet a guy and he
says “gladtameetcha” you
can say to yourself: “He’s
from Brooklyn and a right
guy.” Sox-rv, Nick, it will not
happen again.
Who is the peppei'-miixd-
ed cook who keeps spoiling
the spaghetti every Friday?
If it keeps up, the cooks had
better start serving some
burn lotion as a side dish.
Ask Neil Dowd about the
emergency treatment he
tendered to some poor un-
fortunate victim at the Ski
Club. Evervthing happens to
that guy. Tough luck, Neil!
Pome — Pity is extended
to poor old Bentz,
He’s a guy who really
rates.
But the sad, sad, story
is not one of glory.
His relief is 4-F the
States!
T. Hibson J/2c.