The White Falcon - 12.05.1945, Page 8

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Organization Hews
I don’t know what “Little
Me” can say at a period like
this when all the men who
have made history are
speaking. Anyhow, one job is
done and now we may con-
centrate everything on the
one little Termite who four
years ago considered him-
self so eminent.
1st Sgt. Ray Smith is de-
sperately in need of neckt-
ies. His friends took advan-
tage of his anemic body and
clipped him almost to the
ears.
Sgt. Ganger also is miss-
ing a few garments. Now,
Sgt. McIntyre is looking ar-
ound for several pairs of
shorts which Ganger claims
to he needing badly. All I
can say is that McIntyre
knows a lot about those
shorts — and I don’t mean
to he telling secrets.
Chaplain Lawrence was
one who picked the correct
date for V-E Day. Of course,
he admits selecting each
day since Easter.
I wish you fellows would
have him tell you the story
about the two GIs who
thought the war over. Ah!
Father Lawrence, I hope my
association with you shall
continue after the war.
Pfc. Jud Hessick.
‘Twas a sad Saturday all
day for the company when
the Section won everything
in sight from horseshoes and
j)ool to volleyball and soft-
ball. But you lost well for a
change, men.
Fortuna, Cox, Kendall, et
al, won’t forget V-E Day for
a long, long time. Much act-
ion.
We understand that Clan-
cy caught more “fish” in a
few hours than Burrows got
all day long. What’s the per-
centage?
Mac, who will be on the
sidelines, says says the 0’s
will not get a dozen points
when they again play Ros-
enthal’s Rangers in V-Ball
Personally, I stink. You’re
right, Mac.
With the weather being
as nice as it is, I can’t help
hut say that it brings about
one thing — the “Good Old
Baseball Spirit.” Inasmuch
as we do not have any big
league talent around, we do
have loads of fun trying
our best at the game of soft-
ball.'
All week long the boys
have been out in hunches
with the old timber driving
the hall all over the lots.
Last }^ar our team -was in
the island play-offs and 1
believe that as soon as our
boys are in shape that they
will do better — in spite of
the fact that some of last
year’s players are not with
us anymore.
So, go to it boys and beat
the hide off the horse. Oh,
I mean — aw fergit it.
Sgt. Francis J. Pesik.
ORDNANCE
ORDANOTES: It’s hard
to believe hut the sad truth
is that both Tec 5 Cohen
and Pfc. Gotschall are de-
finitely THAT way about
Sinatra. Honest, fellers, ‘ju
see their socks???
According to Tec 5 Beach,
the reason Tec 5 Lyle goes
to bed with his shoes on is
to enable him to get up at
0200 to write a letter.
The reason that Steve go-
es running! around in circles
whenever someone whisp.-
ers mail is because of a cer-
tain Martha May. It’s ok,
Steve, we don’t blame you.
Just nosey, you know, but
where did Tec 3 Knight get
that beautiful black eye?
Tec 5 John F. McCabe.
S/Sgt. Matson led all the
“boys” who applied for dis-
charge under the recent rul-
ing allowing those over 42
to get out of Uncle’s Army.
How come the newcomers
to the Rock (a certain Scran-
ton lotliario, for example)
can grab off these beautiful
gals while old timers must
be content with a spot of
3.2?
Iowa’s Sgt. Gene Ivuyper
gave fellow members of the
Sergeant’s Club a mellow
treat last Saturday. A GI
who can read music, yet. Pat
Ryan wouldn’t let Gene (a
Hollander) sing anything
but Irish songs.
That noise around the area
that the hoys have been mis-
taking for V-E day whistles
is merely Tec 5 Martone, rot-
und steward, playing at soft-
ball.
The new hit tune at home
— “A Little On The Lonely
Side” — has absolutely no-
thing to do with the local
love of a certain 1st Sgt.
“Phooey,” he says, “to At-
lantic City, give me Thing-
vellir anytime.” He is now
bragging about his eider-
down comforter. That ain’t
hay!!
Tec. 5 F. R. Murcko.
QURRTERmRSTER
WAREHOUSE WOES:
Amazing incidents took
place this week — the long-
awaited V-E Day was “high-
ly” welcomed by all.
Andrews, Fields, Cohen
and. Toliver had the old
“Brooklyn Bridge” gag pul-
led on them the other
night. Seems somebody sold
them a “Nite Club” for $60.
. .. .When do you open up,
fellows?
Byers, the Camp Diner
Kid, received a big bouquet
of flowers from Miss Iceland
as a V-E Day offering.
The patriotic spirit shall
never be topped as shown by
Compton and Farley. They
were the first to put up the
Color in front of Hut 20. It’s
called the “Heil Flag.” It’s
a sheet on a long pole, set
between four trash barrels.
Two of the barrels are filled
with dummies, representing
Hitler and Musolini, the
third one is waiting for Tojo
— and the last one is for
Compton and Farley.
Sgt. Joe Farrell, Jr.
(During the temporary absence of Pvt. Jack Gray, this
column is being written by Sgt. Bob Hill.)
As we were waiting to “fall in” at reveille forma-
tion a couple of dawns ago, the men were amused by
the antics of one mixed-breed canine named “Jasper.”
Jasper has a distinct liking for hut roofs. In fact, you
might say that he’s “roof-
happy!” The dog kept every-
one in stitches by running
over the roof after stones
which the obliging GIs threw
for him. Barking and full of
viinland vigor, Jasper would rather climb a roof than
eat and do the things that other dogs like to do. “Jasp”
is unusual for another reason, too. He was born in
Brooklyn! Anyway, that’s the story of the boys in the
Army Band who say that Jasper came to Iceland in a
TC man’s barracks hag. We’re sure that the tree that
supposedly grows in much-maligned Brooklyn holds, no
more fascination for Jasper than does a Nissen hut roof.
* * *
Your Mother is probably very pleased with the Moth-
er’s Day card you sent from Iceland. Credit for the
design of this card goes to Dick Wellborn of Camp
Hopkins — whose cartoons appear in the WHITE
FALCON occasionally. Dick hails from Nashville, Tenn.
While still young in years, he’s had quite an extens-
ive background in civilian life as a commercial artist
for trade journals. Cover designs and illustrations are
his speciality. In Iceland a comparatively short time,
Wellborn has been fixing up the unit day room and
doing such extras as the Mother’s Day card, cartoons
for this paper and programs for such shows as GLAD
TO SEE YA.
* * *
V-E DAY IN ICELAND — Most GI reaction here
to the great news from Europe was tempered by the
knowledge that we’ve got a long, hard road ahead of
us before V-J Day rolls around. Nonetheless, the news
was cause for rejoicing and a quick, trip to Reykjavik
where a half-day holiday was in effect and the citizenry
was out en masse in Hekla and Borg Squares. While
not a belligerent herself, Iceland has known the horr-
ors of war as witness her recent loss of the GoSafoss
and the Dettifoss, and many other losses of ships and
men......The British troops seemed to have lost their
well-known reserve momentarily to pabade, cheer, make
mock Hitler salutes and offer V for Victory signs —
a la Churchill .... We — like many another FBI —-
were amazed once more with the miracle of radio as
we sat up here on top of the world listening to Nimitz
from Guam, MacArthur from the Philippines, Marshall,
Arnold and King from Washington and Eisenhower
from France.
* * *
GLAD TO SEE YA was sure a swell show. It’s too
bad that it wasn’t able to tour all the camps on the
island as it realty had something on the ball. Anna-
belle Mitchell put on a snow job to round up a couple
of dozen men, stulkas and ARC girls to take part in
the musical show. Everyone worked on his own time,
spending long hours travelling to and from rehears-
als and performances. Hardest working member of
this group — so the cast members themselves say —
was Ralph Manza, a bundle of comic talent.
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hours: HERE COME THE
CO-EDs with Abbott and
Costello and Phil Spitalny
and All-Girl Orchestra.
ARC Club 23, 1900 and
2100 hours: TOGETHER
AGAIN with Irene Dunne
and Charles Boyer.