The White Falcon - 28.04.1945, Blaðsíða 8

Organization Mews
Sgt. Ellsworth is still try-
ing to convince men that it
pays to be conscientious
when policing the company
area. .The Sgt. insists he
found a “roll of cabbage” in
an area which only a few
minutes previous had been
policed.
A1 Carvaney has been tell-
ing us about his beautiful
hunting and fishing round-
ezyous in Northern Mich. He
takes his fishing seriously
and is one guy who really
does fish when vacationing,
Noticed several-boys visi-
ting convalescent friends at
the hospital Sunday. Darn
nice spirit, I’d say.
Pfc. Jucl Hessick,
Talking about nick names,
here are two that are pips:
Snuffy McCloskey and
Gooky Scanlon. And are
those guys inseparable! Tbe
Siamese Twins stuck togeth-
er hut they had nothing on
Snuffy and Gooky.
After S/Sgt. Smyzer of
Personnel left on TDY, a
certain Tec 5 took over and
he guarantees to tell any-
one what they wish to know
about themselves. OK, hoys,
shoot the questions.
With all the different con-
tests going on around the
rock, there never has been
one held for the bakers. Our
boys are ready to stack Pvt.
Forsh against any dough-
man around. How about
that?
Tec 5 Francis J. Pesik.
Then there’s the one
about the guy who’s singing
“I’m Dreaming Tonight of
My Blue Eyes.” He won’t
talk about it so we’re posting
a 25 aurar reward for in-
formation pertaining to the
“why and how come.” We
had planned to have a pic-
ture of it for this issue, but
that particular shot never
seems to come out — at least
that’s what Westcott says.
At last the Quartermaster
Corporal has gone to work.
He worked for three days
last, and there are two days’
work coming up. It has to be
seen to be believed.
.We think that the 1st Sgt.
should enter the wrestling
matches in the next smoker.
He could take on Red Par-
ault. They make a team
whose equal it would be
hard to find.
ORDNANCE
ORDANOTES: The fact
that you can take an Amer-
ican out of America but
not America out of an Am-
erican has been proven by
the enthusiastic reception of
the sports program now in
effect in camp.
The “Chair-borne” athlete
finds his place on one of the
howling teams under the
direction of S/Sgt. (Foul-
line) Tutuska. Experience
is not necessary, in fact it’s
duck soup — er, duck pins.
That means rolling an over-
grown billiard ball at a flock
of king-size tent pegs wear-
ing girdles.
For the “Commando”
type, we have the basket-
ball team. These men are
making “points” the hard
way. Under Tec 4 (Knee
Pads) Eberly, these men are
rapidly becoming the center
of attraction. After all,
wherp else can you run ar-
ound in your shorts?
If, by the way, any of our
Brothers of the FBI happen
to take a peek at this col-
umn, we wish to state that
we are open to a challenge
from all comers in the above
named activities — plus vol-
leyball and softball.
Tec 5 John F. McCabe.
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“The Razzberry Room” of
the Sg't’s Mess is getting a bit
warm for S/Sgt. “Red” East-
on these days. It’s alright,
Red, as you manage to
“Freeze ’em out” at the club
regularly (except when Staff
Matsan is pitching).
NEW FACES: Pvts. John
and Joe Haney, former cook
at the AAF’s famous Ritz-
Carlton Hotel in Atlantic
City, are the second set of
twins to be stationed in Ice-
land.
Tec 5 Maranda busily en-
gaged with no less than five
phones ringing at one time
turns back to liis typewriter
to find M/Sgt. “Tex” Thom-
as has ’ once again taken
over. We suggest you accum-
ulate an extra 150 pounds
to solve vour pi’oblems.
NEWS OF THE WEEK:
S/Sgt. Oliver and his boys
seen burning' the midnight
oil on a “beeg deal” all week
.... 1st Sgt. Bianclii lost two
points to 1st Sgt. Bryant in
the current discussion on
“Who’s got the best com-
pany.”
Andy.
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WAREHOUSE WOES
“Jelly Roll’’ Neuman, the
baker, caught the first fish
of the year in our private
fishing spot .... “This cele-
bration in proposed visit of
the STORK,” says Sgt. Hilt-
on, while recuperating aft-
er a visit to the ZEBRA
CLUB of our Allies.
CLUB CANDLELIGHT
will remove the cobwebs
from its dooi-s as it reopens
this weekend with a beer-
bust for the boys. Good luck
and down the hatch.
Sgt. Joe Farrell, Jr.
SOBS OF A SERVICE
COMPANY: The C & E boys
look on our “Sole Analyst”
Fillipelli with great awe
since he was featured in an
article in the Falcon. Rumor
has it that lie’s cliai'ging ten
kronur a lesson on his
technique.
From the looks of the
he’ads around the area, the
enlargement of the Barber
Shop has given Miller more
room in which to swing the
axe. His best piece of work
to date is De Pasquale.
FAMOUS INQUIRIES:
Who has his chance to lake
it out on Scusa for not giv-
ing out with a few extra
butts? Komeski, in the ice
plant. Scusa’s down there
pulling ice every morning.
Who’s the first man out
of the Dry Cleaning Plant
during the break? Boguss.
He looks like Dagwood try-
ing to catch the morning bus.
Pfc. I. M. Scratcho.
No names mentioned —
but: WHAT Legation man
in Hut 28 is now shining lad-
ies’ shoes .... WHO is the
fellow in. Hut 18 who wrote
Pace a letter about being in
the hospital and landed
there himself?
WHAT T/Sgt. in the PM’s
office; attached to this out-
fit for rations, etc, had that
old funnel trick pulled on
him recently?
WHO was the red-head-
ed male in Hut 37 running
around Sunday evening hol-
lering “Darling, Darling,
Please, don’t go home?”
WHAT big, tall Sgt. from
Hut 23 runs to the “Old
Crow” every morning ar-
ound 0400 hours in his
shorts? All he lacks is a num-
ber on his T-shirt to make
it look like a Marathon?
WHAT clerk downtown
from Hut 10 was trying to
hatch something under his
nose but gave it up because
he couldn’t get an eye-brow
pencil?
Sgt. Ken Stark.
The thrill of a GI lifetime
took place at camp last Mon-
day over the visit of the
GOOD MORNING, JUDGE
troupe. It was pleasure en-
ough to see and enjoy such
a swell show as them guys
and gals put on, but OH,
HAPPY DAYS, for M/Sgt.
(Just call me “Big Deal”)
Chester and Pfc. (It’s my
wavy hair that gets them)
Pava.
These two (Yeah, man!)
played escort to lovely, luci-
ous, beautiful, gorgeous
Dana Gibson as she toured
the camp and dined with the
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was selected to ward off any
wolf attacks on the above-
mentioned lovely, but was
this a case of fight fire with
fire?
The gentle touch of-honre
is present in Hut 44 with Pfc.
Dick Tillery and his blue,
l'epeat BLUE, bedspread ad-
oruing his GI sack. One has
to look twice before one
stands and gazes in awe at
such beauty midst the rough.
(Home was NEVER like
this!).
S/Sgt. Vince Miller.
nor the darkness of night”
prevents Charlie Roberts
from making his nightly*
rounds to speed the mail . .
. . Hey, Reed and Buz, how
about that ball game? If
we’re not ready now, we
never will be and we pro-
bably never will be. Wadda
ya say?
We are wondering what’s
taking place in the near fu-
ture will Draeger and Pet-
ei’s blitzing their leggings
every night .... T.O. Skal-
isky and A.R. Jackson are
back in circulation again.
Gembler and Noiles, the
at-youi'-service boys, are due
a round of applause for a
good job.
More interest by usually
disinterested parties is being
shown around the shed and
most of them are saying,
“Say, Master, don’t clean it
out.”
Joe and Dan.
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We wonder how many of
you who were at the Field-
house last Saturday night to
see Iceland win the first
game of the basketball ser-
ies knew that our drum maj-
oring flutist, S/Sgt. Sal
Pruneigi was out there with
the winning team.
If you want to see some
fine pinups, dig the woi-k
that Vic Franco is tui’ning
out.
While on the subject of
art, we also suggest that you
take a gander at the home
front propaganda fotos that
Vernon Glickman has of
himself and some of the lads
up here in Iceland in — of
all things — an igloo.
Question: Who is going to
make will the cigars when
Mathilda, our cat, gives with
her new litter?
Bob