Vol. I, No. 49 BASE CENSORED FOR OVER-SEAS MAILING NOVEMBER 11th, 1944
BASKETBALL TOURNEY UNDER WAY
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| 47th And 9th Win 34-33, 29-8 On Monday Night 1953 Wins 63-23, 82nd Cops 38-18 The first scrimmages for the Depot Basketball Championship got under way Monday night when the 47th nipped the 1961st in a thriller by a score of 34-33 and the 9th mauled the hard-fighting 2005th five 29-8. Tuesday night saw the highly touted 1953rd Globetrotters prove their vaunted scoring power and show court finesse as they roared past the 893rd by a margin of 63-23. The co-feature game saw the 82nd smack the Ordnance 38-18. The brand of ball displayed in the four opening games promises well for the future. A long season is set as Special Services has worked out a schedule running into December. The teams fought off their opponents' rush and give the top teams more trouble as the season wears on. The opening night's game between the 47th and the 1961st was a gem. The 47th got off to an early lead and fought off their opponents rush at the end. Tisdale and Friedman started the scoring in the first quarter for the 47th and Calbetzor plunked in two goals before time was called. Cuppola and Zito banked in two apiece and Tulaga came thru to make it 14-19 at the end of the first. Calbetzor and Cuppola battled it out during the second quarter with the 47th still in front. Cuppola Drops 'Em In Good ball handling and fancy floor work featured the third quarter as Higgins for the 47th and Cuppola and Zito of the 1961st continued to drop them in to bring the score to 32-29. The last quarter saw the 47th try to freeze the ball and succeeding until the 1961st broke loose on the sidelines and Barto dropped one in to bring it top 34-31 with minutes to go. Another basket by the 1961st brought it to 34-33 with seconds left. A wild melee ensued under the net; the ball was on the verge of dropping into the 47th's net as the 1961st boys tried desparately to pull the game out of the fire. The whistle sounded with the ball still rotating around the rim of the basket. After a breathless second the ball dropped off and the 47th walked off with a narrow and exciting victory. In the 9th vs 2005th game, little was shown by the 2005th aside from a willingness to mix it. Competent ball handling and superior defensive play told and the 9th pulled away at the end. Baldock And Davenport led the 9th in scoring with nine points each. The 82nd easily trounced the Ordnance 38-18 in a game where Green and Darro of the 82nd scored 24 points between them. The 1953rd found the scoring range often as they out maneuvered the 893rd. High scorers were Bell with 14 points and Cameron and McWilliams with ten, all of the 1953rd. Bell sank ten foul shots to display unerring accuracy. The 1953rd must be regarded as a definite threat for the championship by virtue of its scoring ability and smooth court work. RAJAH'S REST BOARD OF GOVERNORS A new Board of Governors of the Rajah's Rest Enlisted Men's Club has been named and officers selected. Otto Weisman of the 2005th has been elected President and Frank Cyr of the Medics, Vice Chairman and Secretary. Board members include Don Bewbaker 28th, Robert Scholer 83rd, Dan McCarthy 47th, Joe Perry 48th, Robert Pabler 82nd, Walter Moore 320th, Clyde Fiene 1951st, John Gammon 2082nd, Don Brandenberry 2466th, William Roacks 2480th, Earl Herron 428th, Charles Mason 1953rd, Ben Knazen 9th, Sgt. Walter 1212th, Morris Evers 903rd, Allen Bode 449th, Charles Doyle 893rd.
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 The interior of the Rajah's Rest - the "home" of many Depot GIs. Comfortable seats, plenty of books and magazines and a quiet and pleasant atmosphere make this a sanctuary for work weary rear echelon men. The boys chow up at the canteen.GALA PARTY AT CLUB IN TOWN FOR 200 DEPOT GIs Two hundred lucky GIs will be the guests of a huge party to be given on Sunday afternoon, November 19, at a fashionable British and American Officers club in Our Town. The party will be given by Lou Cramwell, former American businessman, owner of the club. Arrangements and invitations to the party are being handled through Rajah's Rest's Virginia Shiner who has turned the invitations over to the respective 1st Sergeants of each organization in ratio to the number of men in each outfit. Each fellow who recieves an invitation is entitled to bring a feminine guest but if this is impracticable he need not fret because arrangements for an ample number of girls have been made by the beautiful Mrs. Cramwell who will see that stags meet a lovely. The affair will take place from 2 till 5:30 and it is an established predcedent that at Mr. Cramwell's parties food and drink flow endlessly from start to finish. Music for dancing and entertainment featuring Hindu dancers will be contributed by Mr. Patel, Indian businessman. Mr. Cramwell is a former San Francisco and Chicago broker who came to India seven years ago. He became the India agent for a prominent automobile firm and was forced out of business by the advent of the war. With the garage however, Mrs. Cramwell opened a canteen for British Officers. When the American forces arrived Lou took over and developed the place into the present Officers' Club, one of the few American style night clubs in the east. It possesses a beautiful bar that has the silver wings of America and the gold of Great Britain engraved on its front. The dining and club rooms have a seating capacity of 500 with a fan over every two chairs. Food is prepared in a kitchen which was given the highest rating in Our Town by Army Medical Officers. Every Sunday Lou Cramwell opens his Club and throws a party for the GIs. A different outfit or post is selected each week. A few weeks ago the 82nd of this Depot was given a farewell party which they still talk about. Lou got the idea for these parties when he noticed so many boys standing about on Sundays with nothing to do and no place to go, and remembering similar days in his boyhood, decided to do something about the matter. |
02-A Section Principle Factor In Succesful Theatre Air Operations
The drone of motors is heard overhead and little ugly men scurry to and fro in dread fear of the wrath of the American Air Power as it surges its way out of India and across the hump into China, bombing and strafing the enemy and deliveering supplies to United Nations Forces, coming closer, steadily closer to Japan. In these planes are crews trained to perfection to perform their jobs, possessing utmost confidence not only in themselves but in the planes they fly.
This confidence has been inspired by the work of the Air Service Command, whose job it is to see that those planes go into combat in the best possible condition. In some theatres this is a difficult task, in this theatre it is a miracle.
Up on the combat flight line are men who do a splendid job of making minor repairs; a little further back in echelon are specialists and engineers who perform major repairs, build, plan and recommend. Of them we have heard; some of their accomplishments are awe-inspiring. On this Depot, at the beginning of the air trail however, are men rarely heard of, men who do the same thing day in and day out but on whose ability and efficiency rests the performance of the Army Air Forces in this theatre. . . the men of supply.
In supply are many sections and divisions - some of which have been reviewed in the past. Let us introduce the section which handles the most important feature of an airplane. . . 02A Engine Section.
24 Hour Alert
The men of this section are on alert 24 hours a day and it is not unusual for any of them to be routed from their beds to fill emergency requisitions or receive newly arrived engines which must be stored immediately. It is divided into three divisions: Repairable, Serviceable and the Stock Record Section. The Stock Record Section is handled by one man, T/Sgt. Edward H. Gessner of Philadelphia, a former advertising and sales promotion man for a tobacco firm. Tall, lean and conscientious but with a great deal of patience - needed for his job - "Gess" keeps the records straight and handles the paper on all requisitioning. He is the recipient of the authority to ship the engines that come from the aircraft section. He handles all obligations for engines to using units and arranges to send certiain types of engines to the States for overhaul and reconditioning. Other engines are repaired and overhauled on the Depot and Stock Records must maintain complete status reports, serial numbers and all other data on an engine sent here. A form is kept on all engines which gives a complete history and all information relating to the engine and accompanies it wherever the engine goes. Gessner must see that all entries coincidental to action taken on the engine at this Depot are made and also that they are absolutely correct.
Some civilian occupations are staffed by men who typify the work they do. Certain characteristics are seen in a banker, a steel worker and certainly a politician. Soldiers usually grow to look and act alike. The warehousemen of the engine section however, have definite characteristics that type them.
Ingenious
Hard working and quick talking, these boys are disdainful of form procedure preferring to use their own ingenious methods to accomplish a job. The warehouse is divided into two branches, the Serviceable and the Repariable. Both are in charge of the rough and ready T/Sgt. John Ceconi of Tampa, Florida, who was a university student before entering the army in 1941. John recently became engaged to Isabelle Foster of the ARC, formerly of this Depot. When questioned about the efficiency of his department Ceconi replied, "The only thing outstanding about us is our co-operative spirit, and the ability of the boys to work their butt off to do the job.
The Repairable Warehouse handles all engines that come back from using organizations to be serviced, overhauled or repaired. It is the function of this department to see that engines after their arrival are sent to the proper place, depending of course on the type of work to be done. Every type of engine is handled and most of the engines in the theatre come through here. Some engines are not worked on here, consequently they must be prepared for shipment to the States. When an engine is ready for shipment this section checks it completely to see that all parts of the engine are intact after wheich they apply oil to all parts. They are then pickled and cosmolined (a preserving grease that resists salt water and rust), put into cradles which keep them from tipping and wrapped in a moisture-proof bag. The next step is to pack and crate the engine in strong boxes, then finally after more treatment than a baby receives it is ready for shipment by air, water, rail or truck, as the case may be. Hard worker in the Repairable warehouse is Pvt. Vincent P. Newell of Long Island, New York. Smart and fast on the mental draw Newell keeps an eager eye on all of the hundreds of engines in his care. Newell has been in the Army since the beginning of the "one year" deal. He has served in the infantry for over 18 months of his time coming into the AAF through the medium of washing out of the aviation cadets. As a civilian Newell worked for the National Industrial Conference Board. Cpl. Joe Frame follows these engines through processing with a memory that is remarkable. It is said that Joe can reel off lengthy engine numbers and their location for an indefinite time. Once a high ranking officer making a warehouse inspection accosted Joe and asked him what he did, to which Joe replied, "I'm a gook." Frame is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and before coming into the Army three years ago worked for the government on defense projects. Sgt. Matt A. Tauer of Hastings, Nebraska is another excellent reason for the rapid back-breaking pace that engines move in and out of the section. Warehouseman Tauer was in the wholesale grocery business before entering the Army two years ago. Moving engines about is a ticklish job because they are quite cumbersome and also very, very expensive and a dropped engine is a bad one. This job is entrusted to two heavy equipment experts, Sgt. Amos Stewart and Pvt. Richard Creed, both of Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Stewart has been in the theatre for two years and is expected to be rotated home shortly. The amazing part of the fact that those two lads work together is that they are from the same neighborhood back home. Creed arrived overseas a year ago and was assigned to this Depot. He had often wondered iof he would run into his old buddy, Stewart who he had heard was stationed in India. The first day of work he was told to report to a sergeant in the engine section. You guessed it, the sergeant was his old buddy Stewart! Stewart was a plumber and Creed a newspaper man before "greetings."
The Serviceable Warehouse handles all new engines recently arrived from the States. This section receives these engines, checks them thoroughly and applies Tech Order comkpliances. If an engine is still in stock at the end of three months this process is repeated. All types of engines come through this warehouse which handles practically all engines of the theatre. In charge of this warehouse is hard working Pfc. Garrald Walker of Concordia, Kansas, assigned to the 48th. Never known to sit down during the working day Walker moves engines about like matchboxes. Assistant Warehouseman Bill McMillan from Coldwater, Michigan is one of the enthusiastic supply men on the Depot. If McMillan had his way it is said he would try to win the war by himself and those who work with him agree that he could almost do it. Third man in the Serviceable branch is a Medic, S/Sgt. Lonnie Glanville of Santa Paula, California, a former citrus branch operator. The sergeant always wanted to get into Supply so in accordance with the Depot policy of placing a man in a job that he likes, Glanville was put on special duty with AC Supply from a Medical Platoon.
Always handy with his "gun" is James Nabors of the 9th who is the cosmoline specialist for all engines that pass through the Depot. Nabors must see that every part of the engine is completely greased before shipment. In charge of all movement of engines from place to place on the Depot is Cpl. Frank Palazzo of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Frank can pack engines on a trailer with about the same amount of skill that one would handle eggs.
Boss of the entire 02-A Engine Section is Capt. Robert Fredericks of Florida. The Captain has been with the section since it began and has watched it grow into the important phase of Supply that it is. Capt. Fredericks is largely responsible for the success of the work of his men because he recognizes their capabilities and gives them a free hand to use them.
A click, a cough, a loud steady roar, the warmup and then another plane speeds along the runway and into the air toward Burma and China... and Japan... The men of 02-A begin to unload another trailer full of engines.
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Rajah's Rest celebrated its first anniversary last Sunday with a gay party which was attended by hundreds of enlisted men, officers, and their guests. Among the notables present were Colonel Frank D. Hackett, Commandoing Officer of the Depot, Major Stuart Petersen, Executive Officer and Colonel Douglas Crane, Deputy Commander, Base Section 2. The Club Staff, Doris Ewing, Virginia Shiner and Mildred Stutzenberger of the ARC, were on hand to receive congratulations.
A huge 45 lb. cake with all white frosting was the feature of the day. Dancing took place in the outer pavillion and tea and cold drinks were served between dances. A good portion of the crowd was present in the afternoon but it was in the evening that the throngs poured in nearly bursting the seams of the "Rest."
Rajah's Rest has been the scene of much gayety in the past year. Beginning last year with the Christmas Dance the staffs have followed through with programs of entertainment that are unparalleled in the theatre. Weekly dances, January 8th dance for ARC arrivals, Monte Carlo nights, Vaudeville shows, Quiz programs, the huge July 4th party and dance at a nearby estate, Sunday coffee hours, Cabaret Show, Card Tournaments and Song Fests, are some of the successes that have been typical of Rajahs Rest in its first year of existence as a GI haven.
TABLE TENNIS MATCH
The ATC table tennis champs of Assam will play a tournament with the October Rajah's Rest Tournament winners, Pvt. Irwin Lichter and Pfc. Bing Chinn on the Rajah's Rest's tables on Sunday, November 12. The first volley will take place at 4:00 PM. An award for the winner will be given by the ARC as well as a theatre party for the entire group following the games.
 The cooler weather is here! No longer do we face the end of the day exhausted, not from our labors, but from the cruel heat and humidity. We can now spend the night in restful sleep instead of tossing and turning. All this means not only comfort to us but more available energy. At vlast we can do things beyond the task assigned to us. We now have the opportunity to take advantage of our spare time. This is a good opportunity to take inventory. We can now look over our jobs and cast about for a way of improving methods of doing things, short cuts which will add to the efficiency of our particular duties and new methods which add to expediting the movement of materiel which we handle. We also have time to take inventory of ourselves. We are going back home some day whether we side with the optimists who will have us home in no time at all or whether we take the opposite view and decide that we will be here a long time, we still have time and need for this inventory and we still have the future before us. Few, if any, of us can truthfully say that our present status is perfect, that we as individuals stack up as well as we could, that the future is assured. Most of us need to know a few things to add to our worth as humans. We need moew knowledge of our fellows, of our job here and back home, our government and the world at large. The Army offers us that knowledge through the Army Institute. At the moment there are several classes being held here at the Depot under the direction of Special Services. Consult one of the catalogs and you are bound to find something which will be of interest or value to you. None of us can afford to miss an opportunity to add to our knowledge. All of us need it. Here is a chance to begin or finish a neglected high school or college education or merely improve on our general education. The plan is solid and is backed by the War Department with the collaboration of schools and universities back home. We may receive credit if we wish. Special Services is now conducting several classes in mathematics and will form a class on any subject in which enough men are interested to warrant these classes. Others may be taken as correspondence courses. Special Services, the librarian at Rajah's Rest, Commanding Officers and First Sergeants are at your service. They will help with their advice. Inventory your friends. Whether we like it or not the people we assocaie with influence our lives and leave a part of themselves with us to become what we term our characters. We should plan to get the most out of our friendships, not material gain measureable in dollars and cents but personal and spiritual gain measured in character and personal development. A friend who causes us to deteriorate is not a friend but an enemy of the worst sort. We can't afford them. All friendship need not be serious. The most important angle of friendship is probably play. Besides an exchange of minds brought about by intelligent association we also bring about this exchange, this learning from others by play. There are many sources of play here, more than we could think of at this time. There are the athletic activities. Softball is very popular right now. It is a good wholesome exercise for those playing and good association for those watching. There are many other forms of recreation and companionship. There are trips to be taken and things to be seen. There are pictures to take, sketching to be done. The field is limited only by the scope of interests and the possibilities by our industry and desire in taking advantage of them. Added up, all these things which we can do will some day bear materially on our ability to live better, earn better, do our jobs more efficiently and be better social creatures and companions for our families and friends. They will make us better citizens, better husbands, better fathers and men. Spare time is important. It is the interest that pays in dividends of good living. Not a single one of us can afford to neglect its value nor can we afford to waste it. |
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We were driving into town last week, bent on delivering copy for the Tiger Rag. We had to see the engravers about a problem. We were thinking of that as we wheeled the clumsy command car out of the Depot and onto the main road. We didn't see Joe standing in the shade of the tree until the last minute. He yelled and we stopped to pick him up, still preoccupied. We looked at Joe as he climbed into the vehicle and noticed a glum expression on his usually beaming face.
"What's the matter, Joe,' we shouted as we shifted into high, "galfriend giving you trouble?" Joe winced. "How'd you guess? Yeah, if it isn't the army that gives me the boot its the girlfriend."
We settled back as the speedometer soared to thirty miles an hour.
"Now I'm stuck. Women!" he muttered under his breath. He remained silent as we slowed behind a green bus that tilted to one side at a breath-taking forty-five degree angle. We poked the nose of the Dodge to the right of the bus and sped by as we saw a clear road.
"Just when I thought everything was goin' right she pulls this on me. Why does everything happen to me?" His jaw was tightened until his lips were pressed in a thin line. He had us on tenterhooks for the details which we knew were coming. We were all ears - which coincides with the impression a certain columnist has of us anyhow.
Joe sighed resolutely. "About six months ago she wrote me that she had met a fellow at a party. A nice fellow - a soldier. He had taken her home. Did I mind? she wanted to know. Heck, I didn't mind and told her so. I knew that she was lonely and needed companionship. Even if she had a date now and then I wouldn't have minded.
"Then he did take her out. And he was an officer." Joe gritted his teeth. "But I still didn't mind. After all, there are some good officers. Did I mind? I told her she could have all the fun she wanted. I trusted her to do right by me.
"He took her out more often. He was a first lieutenant and had such a sense of humor. But they were innocent dates, she said. They went swimming. And bowling. And he took her to night clubs.
"He was no longer a 'nice fellow' but was now a 'darling' and very thoughtful. But she knew I didn't mind because she was having fun.
"This went on for a while. And the tone of her letters began to change. She stopped devoting paragraphs to telling me how much she missed me and would just mention it in a sentence or two. And then she cut it out altogether."
"Her letters became full of what 'Tommy said' and what he thought and how he looked until they became a chronology of the damned guy's life. He was wonderful to her. They were going everyplace together.
"I finally got a special delivery letter - fifteen days to get here - in which she said that 'Tommy' had proposed. She couldn't make up her mind and would wait for a letter from me before deciding whether or not to marry him. She didn't want to hurt me, she said."
"I didn't answer the first day. I wantd to collect my thoughts. Then I wrote her and told her that I didn't give a damn what she did or who she married. I mailed it and pushed the thing out of my thoughts.
"Before lunch today I received another special delivery from her. I opened it half expecting to find a wedding invitation. Instead, her letter said that she had realized from my letter that I was deeply hurt. She had thought things over and decided that she didn't love the lieutenant and had sent him back to the USO. She would wait for me.
"Well for cripe's sake. What are you so gloomy about then? we asked as we stopped by a light to change.
"Don't you see," Joe pleaded, "I was only trying to brush her off. I got a gal in another city that I'm aiming to marry!"
What a guy.
Art Goldberg |
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  HOW SHALL I start? What can I say that won't make the boys feel so bad? I don't know, so I'll just out with it quick. 15-1 it was at the end of the 7th, that's what those nasty 47th fellows did to our ball team. Bobo the rooter told me that everyone was out there rooting nicely but to no avail, defeat did clutch us to her defaming bosom. There will be a next time though (there always is) so let us all hope that with it comes sweet victory. Ya Team, Rah, Rah. SUNDAY COMING (tomorrow) brings forth the long awaited shindig at the B & A club. From 2 P.M. until 5 P.M. will be a tea party with gin, come one come all and have a good time. Transportation will be furnished to and from the club. Don't forget to bring your girl friends, they will be as welcome as the flowers in May. (Last sentence was included for the benefit ⬏ |
"Sleepy Time Girl." Thats the name of a once very popular song (always will be popular with me). If anyone with song writing talents wants some inspirations on a sequel to it they should stop by and study our "Sleepy Time Boy," Pvt. Charlie Tubbs. Charlie is the best of fellows with the best of personalities but Charlie is always so sleepy.
Reveille is just something to dream through with him and the company punishment he receives that keeps him up late at nights, such as a gun cleaning detail or a nice rack painting detail, only sends him off to slumberland more firmly and brings dreams more pleasant.
SAW CHARLIE and Erickson the other night together in the mess hall. For about an hour and a half Charlie talked to Erickson and Eric did nod approval without a spoken word for the same length of time. Could it be that he was relating some of the tales that Morpheus told to him?
Pvt Albert F. Griffith is back with us this week after a long stay in the hospital and we are all glad to see him looking so well.
The hospital has seen quite a few of our boys since we first landed here but the men are learning through experience to avoid the hazards of a tropical country. These past couple of months have passed with a minimum of cases.
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Wa'll Ole Timer. I dun had too washins this weak an ain't got much blood leff, but afore I gits two week I wants ter rite yew a fue wurds abaout the latest doin's in our outfit.
WE IS GONNA hev one of thim hodowns on the 17th of November instunt. I don' know what thet instunt means but the fellers tell me it aire veery fashionable, so sincz the armee eddicated me some I gess it don't do no harm to put on a leetle dawg onet in a wile. If'n we cud get aholt of sum of your cawn squeezins it wud be easy ter make it a top notcher, but we got a komity wurkin hard ter make it a reel tolable social funxion an maybe we kin do withaut the squeezins if'n we gotta.
Pappy, our Injun Chief Wahoo Cater, sho is actin misterius hyere of lately. He keeps mumblin sumthin about "69" but we caint make no sence aout of lt. Gess we is gonna hev ter fine aout whut is frettin the Chief.
WE ARE PROWD ter find aout we got a golf champeen in our mist. Whin Titmuss cum back from Res Camp he brung the champeen cup with him. He was rite put aout at first cuz nobuddy ast him whut it wuz, so he tole us withaout us astin. Thin we find aout frum one of my spys thet Titmuss wun the cup by usin three or fore balls at the saim time an also usin a caddy what used ter be a juggeler. Titmuss wud smash one aout an it wud disapeer aroun the bushes. Then win they got up to the green thar it were. He won't play no more daown hyere til he kin find anuther juggeler.
IT SHO AIRE bin peeceful araoun hyere since the Topkik went ter Res Camp ter res up frum restin. Hedden is the "Actg" Topkik naow, but I don know whut "Actg" means. I caint find out fer shure but one of the fellers says it is short fer "Achtung," which is what them Krauts use fer "Attenshun" an which is what Hedden wats when he blows the wisale.
Wa'll, be blew it t'other mawnin an we hederly formahun an wisht yew cud hev seen thim boys fall aout. Even Tagge an Campbell wuz thar but somebuddy said they wuz a'standin thar asleep. We wuz expectin ter git some more help[ with fixing our follyball cort but dag nab it they wuz all aout on time.
THERE ARE A lot of rumers afloatin araoun thet got me all puzzled. Even the ones I started don; make sence whin they git back terme. Abdul used ter explain em ter me but since Theogundi thretened ter f'ar him if'n he didnt do some wurk he aint speakin ter us.
I cud use him also with thet forriner frum Brooklin named Del Prete. T'other day he cum up ter me an said "Jeez dat aint nuttin. I useter run araoun wid all dem big stars like Garfield an Bogart." I tried ter git him ter tell it ter me in the native dialek so maybe I cud git the drift but, Pappy, yew aint heerd nuthin till yew hyere Hindoostany with a Brooklin accent.
We sho did hev a treet hyere las nite. Thet Grable gal wuz on the screen. I aint nivver seen nuthin afore like her an they Martha Ray. They sho has got plenty of everthing an they got it in the rite plaices too. After I seen the pitcher I run rite back her the barriks an went rite ter bed in a hurry, but it didn' wurk aout like I hoped. Howsomeever, I aint give up hope yit.
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THIS WEEK WE start our column with extra super de lux flash news. Our 1st Sgt. "Killer" McDade, is now formulating a training program to condition the volleyball team he has recently organized. Seem as though Mac wants to get them in the pink of conditiomn within a short space of time in order that he might challenge Captain Hicks' heretofor undefeated team. All kidding aside, Captain Hicks sure has a great team, but then we are sure that Mac's boys can come through on the victorious end of the deal, especially if a couple cases of beer are bet on the game. How about it Captain?
WHILE WE ARE on the subject of sports we would like to ask all men over thirty, who are interested in forming a softball team, to turn their names in to the orderly room. We are interested in getting together a group of the older boys so that we can have a team to play the one organized by our good neighbors of the 2005th. Here's your chance men to have some real good fun, so let's get behind this idead and take advantage of the opportunity for some of the older boys to have a great time.
LAST TUESDAY MORNING the boys in J-4 were in a most unhappy mood. The roof came off and all the boys had to move. Don't take it too hard fellows as this will probably be the last roof that will be put on the Plantation between now amd the time you boys rotate. Incidentally, S/Sgt. Marsh had a fantastic dream the other night. Seems as though he made a trip back to the States in three days. On the way he and the rest of his crew also captured a German submarine. Better speak to the Mess Sergeant, March if the food is going to make you dream like that.
The Engineer boys in K-4 are now rejoicing over the fact that they have been activated as a separate Engineer Detachment. Their acting 1st Sgt. is none other than S/Sgt. Carminucci. Best of luck to you, fellows, we are still happy to know that all of you will still be attached to us for rations. We enjoy your pleasant company and hope that you never leave us.
Sgt. Ed Seaboldt has proven to us that he sure can scurry about in a hurry when he wants to. Wonder what Ed is trying to get a hundred or more "volunteer" truck drivers for? We now have a new face in the orderly room. Welcome Sgt. Losin. Glad to have you join the outfit, and we hope that it won't take you long to feel at home in the best outfit in the whole damned Army.
Sgt. Anthony Smith, even though a native son of Alabama (the place is Foley, Alabama), is a loyal booster of the Lone Star State. Smart boy, this kid Smith, he can recognize the best State in the nation without having to be told. From all reports reaching this desk we hear that Sgt. Walley, who has been suffering in the past from a disease known as "Medico Daze," is now able to see clear days ahead on the Dispensary front. Seems as though Wally can now see where the local "shot-joint" can come out of the red.
Cpl. Kiss and Pfc. JonesDes Jarden, better known as "D.J." to his close pals, is quite a popular soldier these days. Wonder if his being connected with the small arms shop has anything to do with this?
AT THIS POINT we would like to extend the entire squadron's best wishes for a speedy recovery to Colonel Tigrett, WO Salyer, M/Sgt. Brigham, Cpl. Watts, Pfc. Bill Robertts, Pfc. Rothaar, and Pvt. Barresi. Hope all of you effect speedy recoveries and return to us soon. Incidentally, we miss your faces around the area.
ACCORDIG TO ALL reports, Pvt. Sell and Segeants Carroll and Fuller are supposed to be outstanding baseball players. Why don't you boys turn out and organize the team we have been trying to get started?
The entire squadron wishes to extend its sympathy to Cpl. Parafiniuk in the recent loss of his beloved mother. Nothing anyone can say can alleviate the pain that comes to a man when he loses his mother. All we can say Walter, is to remember that life is everlasting and that some day you will be together again in God's house in the eternal heavens.
BY THE WAY, have any of you been by the POL office lately? If not it would be worth your while to drop by and see "BTO" Joe Valunas hard at work. What a set up. Some people got it and some haven't. Joe definitely has it. Have you ever heard Jack Lowry, the Bob Burns of Texas (good old Dallas boy), expound on his experiences over a cool bottle of brew? Of you haven't, it is an experience you must soon undergo. Arrangements can be made by calling any day at the Billeting Office. Note: Be sure and have the beer on hand if you expect to hear Jack relate tales about the jack rabbits in Texas.
Recently we heard a terible cry down around the latrine area. Sounded like the cry of a panther, jackal and a drill sergeant all rolled into one. Upon investigating we discovered that it was nothing more than a mere moan from Cpl. Glenn "Big Tex" Cox during the course of his tearing down that super de lux tent of his. The "body beautiful" Sherwood, Sgt. West and Cpl. Gower must be putting in hours these days as we haven't seen them engaging in their usual horseshoe pitching contests lately. The busiest our friend Villarreal, who is a one man around the Depot these days is man fire department and inspector all rolled into one. His beaming face and barrel chest is concrete evidence of the fact that the chemical warfare section must be a most enjoyable outfit to work in.
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THE WEEKEND PAST was a very busy one. What with getting our gear in shape for the coming inspection, attending the ATC band show, seeing "Pin-Up Girl" and holding an "at home" party in the mail room for one and all we manage to keep on the go every minute. The early dawn finds us here pecking away making the deadline.
THERE IS SOMETHING very gratifying and touching about one of the fellows stopping in to comment on our work. Almost every week we ask for comments on this and that. We get the comments but very few of the fellows take the time or make the effort to see us personally and give us their views on things in general. R.A. Meade of Williamson, W.V. stopped in to tell us about Robert Jr., Rosemary, and his wife Evelyn and to let us know all he has found out about a developed technique on favor getting. Robert disclaims any originality in the various methods which he explained to us but we are sure that he is just modest. How about that Bob?
THE PART AT the Redd Cross reminded us that we got here just after the joint opened. Ah, that morning. Aching backs, sleepy eyes and empty stomachs. Food never tasted as good as that which we got at Headquarters Mess that morning. Many of the fellows admitted eating eight fried eggs (you could get them then, remember?) and innumerable slices of toast and cups of real coffee. After we had waddled away from the table. Major Morris, then CO of the 28th, told us about the day they got in. From his accounts we ate but very little as compared to the amount of fried chicken he said they consumed. Ah, happy days, much has transpired since then. Some went up and some went down. We have learned to live as one big happy family and get our work done each day then off each evening to the Depot movie or in town to our chosen pursuits.
HOW MANY REMEMBER the first dances we attended at the Club in town? Remember how nice it all was, the band, the girls and the food in the cafeteria? We wonder if Benjamin recalls eating seven orders of donuts which he claimed "Mom Horowitz never made better." Certainly the three or was it four pieces of pie that Polizzano, Smitty, Raia and a few others had along with those tall glasses of squash and cups of coffee filled a void that had been in our stomach since they put us on that boat.
WE WOULD LIKE to go on record for the following. We do hereby swear that come some new men in here we will tell them some very exaggerated tales of how the monsoon rains will beat down incessantly for days on end and of the sad state that things were in around here when we arrived. We won't exactly lay claim to having built this Depot but they will get that impression. Why fellows, we are old timers here.
Then after a few days of eating out we had our own mess hall closeby. No walking a mile for a bite and dragging our utensils with us. Ah, the pleasure of thos first meals from plates and eating with real silver (well, almost all) knowing that we were at home and getting settled for our stay here in India.
Xmas came and went, no packages. Then came the flood, porch full, supply room full and guys scrambling all over to see what mom or the misses had sent. Jack the barber was here, there and everywhere showing the men where their particular package was. Our first batches of mail since our sojourn at rest (?) camp up there in those hills. The lack of money, now it is the lack of rupees (see how we became acclimatized?)
All things considered we are surprised that we are hale and hearty and in the home stretch. Many of the minor annoyances are smoothed out and we area unit to which any of us can point to with pride and say, "That's my outfit."
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TO THOSE unfortunate men who will not be able to go to the Rest Camp this year, I will strive to give them some idea of the times we had there and maybe please a few. As you all know, there was 10 of us that were able to partake of this enjoyment that so few of our gang have had the opportunity to win. The trip to the camp was not so bad, as we all knew that at the finish was our reward. Just where we were I cannot relate in the column as there would be no necessity since you all know.
I WILL AT this time relate a bit of dirt and good fortune of our party. Top honors go to "M.P." (Mashed Potatoes) Keller who did his level best to run the camp out of food and drink. We all knew that he was a big eater, but I have never seen him eat so may "spuds." Further details can be answered by this chowhound.
OUR NEXT contestant for the prize was "Indian Beer" Zweilly, who drank 17 of these stimulants that would take the paint off a table. How he does it, I don't know, but he dood it. He was constantly teased about it, but still contributed to the purchase of the same.
"Red Cross Commando" Dougherty was really hitting it up while there and I believe Zweilly can answer the question as to who the girl was. He was able to be found there each afternoon and evening putting away the chow that wa served in the canteen there. We also gave him another nickname too: "1 anna Red," due to a poker game that was always to be found during the day or evening. Several of us had the good luck to win some.
Carter and Wonderly, the inseparable buddies, rode horseback and visited the local bazaar together. They were always seen in each others company. Schmidt, myself, "Old Man" Smith, "Mess Sarg" Davis and Johnson were always seen at the Globe Theatre there. By the way; Smith and Davis got their nicknames from an Indian tea man on a fishing excursion we took.
I HOPE THAT by the time this column has gone to press, those in the sick-bay, and "Pop" Wiseer in the hospital have either returned or are on the way out. We have been battling all kinds of things over here and that is one thing that has laid more fellows upo for a while than anything else.
UPON OUR RETURN from Rest Camp last week, we were surprised to find the boys doing more pleasant duties. Fellows, has this outfit turned out to be a C.C.C. or what? By that I mean, Cuties Commando Corps. With all the fairer sex at their command, they can't use the GI laundry. It does not keep their class A's coming in fast enough. Ed Boik does not see any reason to doll up like Gray does. A bunch of Wolves.
Pyeatt even slicks up for the Officers Bus run. Now that is going a bit too far or shall we say, "bucking." He say NO, but we think different. Let him answer that for himself.
AT OUR NEXT company meeting, beside A.E. Wilson giving his Military Courtesy Lecture, there will be a discussion about an Anniversary party for the company to be held on the date to be approved. If it should be accepted, let's make it a party to be enjoyed by one and all. Our last was not too good as too many were giddy before they got there.
ANOTHER ITEM was mentioned in the form of a hint. When I last wrote this column
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THERE SEEMS TO be an intruder in the neighborhood, in the form of a thief as in Barracks E-3 this past Saturday night. Stewart missed his wallet. He says there were no Rupees in the wallet but just personal papers, license and pay book. He feels that it was lifted by an outsider. I hope it turns up.
Our softball team seems to be getting to be good from what I hear. Babe" Ciestewicz is really in there slugging, trying to knock the cover off the ball. Keep it up, one and all. I was not able to make the game last Sunday although I tried to but was 10 minutes late. I did not know the game was to be played until too late. I will attend each one if possible, and keep a box score so I will have all outstanding plays at my disposal.
OF ALL THE odd jobs our outfit has, the officers' barber Cummings is it. He has held the job in the new club for quite some time and good reports have come by way of the grapevine.
I understand that "Lovable" Wheat is the best man around the Commissary. Though he is seen sometimes under the weather, he still does his work with the best. He has held this job for quite some time and has done his best in the performance of the same.
I will close now till next week when more dirt and data will be tossed your way.
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AN APPROPRIATE BEGINNING for this column should be a short statement from each of the civilians in uniform assigned to this unit - and we have four such men as of last week - commenting on their recent success with civilian characteristics, after spending, such a lengthy period of time in uniform. But in order to save those few who might pass their optics over the sentences from any similar disagreeabilities, we shall have to forego the above mentioned quotations.
According to Sgt. Howard "Jake" Hussman and T/4 William (I do a little cooking on the side) Johnson, they are about the hardest working men on the depot, at their respective establishment of business in the new salvage yard. I say "new" with reservation, as from what has been related, this particular plot of "Terra Firma" is nothing but a-opps, thought I was going to say it, didn't you? After ambling over there one day,m on government time, I was shown what a terific vocation they have and with a minimum of working materials; so congratulations, fellows on the fine job you are doing, and may you shorten the length of the war by two years. (Now can I salvage my wooden drawers?)
Pvt. James R. Collinge; those of you who didn't attend the Red Cross social function, read no farther, as it won't interest you; was doing his bit for the Red Cross last Sunday afternoon at their anniversary party, when he traded his prestige and became a Wallah of all trades, helping to make this party a success. We haven't found out just what part in this gala festivity did he portray; but from information obtained at the dispensary, he was treated for dishpan hands and house-maid's-knee the following morning. We should also like to congratulate Jim on his fine singing in the "Bengal Brevities" a while back. (Had to dust the cob-webs from that piece of news).
SATURDAY EVENING, the night of all evil, left our bamboo domicile rather vacant, and if it hadn't been for those proverbial take-a-chance boys with their cards seated around the table and under a cumulus of smoke, I am afraid the "No One at Home" sign would have been displayed. (If the authorities read this, pay no heed, as we are merely composing a story). Some of the chemists in the outfit led by T/Sgt. George E, Bishop - thirty seconds of prayer for George, he has left us - gathered their equipment and made a small pilgrimage into town for the sole purpose of analyzing a few bottles of gin. After the survey they claimed that this liquid was of a potent texture, if taken internally, and how else would it be used? and that it mixed very well with soda and lime juice. The above information was acquired only afteer the boys had had sixty-eight hours of sleep, rest and tranquility. S/Sgt. Donald L. DuFlo and Pfc. Carl "Neil" Norgren were the recipients of an invitation to a scotch party this same evening at one of the local party place, and they readily accepted this offer, That's all, brother, they went to a scotch party.
T/3 Clarence A. Livingston, the only man from the States who has ever had the telephone operator mail him five cents because he didn't receive the correct number on a phome, again displayed some of his bargaining talents by selling two tickets to a cinema in town; which incidentally, he won at the Red Cross partaking of a bingo game. He started for this picture with the greatest intent of seeing it, but upon viewing the vast crowd who wanted to see the show and weren't able to obtain a ticket, Clarence thought his most strategic move would be to auction his "cum gratis" ducats to the highest bidder and trust that the picture would be playing at the base sometime in the future. We haven't heard for how much these tickets sold, but it is rumored that he purchased a twenty-five dollar war bond immediately following the transaction.
A SMALL ITEM was brought to our attention that Cpl. Herbert L. Kluge has thrown over the beautious cinema actress Jean Parker for another dynamic specimen of human anatomy - Legs Grable. Herb will make no committment on his decision, but we have the feeling that after reading about Jean's marriage for the third time and attending the picture "Pin up Girl" last Sunday night, this alteration of infatuation came about automatically.
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SPEAKING OF going to town, the 47th did just that, this past Sunday. With players like Redman, McLam, Martin, Higgins, Kilgore and Gessner, it looks as if we will go undefeated this season. The 2480th was the first to fall under the axe by a score of 15 to 1. This Sunday, the boys are matched against a local air base. Let's turn out and give the team some real support.
I WONDER HOW many men knew that our organization had a well known Irish tenor in out midst? It is none other than Vincent "C" Newell. You haven't heard anything until he lets loose with the lullaby his Mother used to sing. It goes something like "BEAT ME DADDY, EIGHT IN THE BUSH." Really a wonderful boy, this Newell. From NEW YORK CITY, I'm told.
WELL MEN, it looks as if the big event is upon us. Tonight is the night to get right. As for myself, I'm planning on watching the conduct of a few of the Flynns in our outfit, such as Gessner, Berg, Paine and Garcia and see just what makes them tick as far as the women are concerned. The music promises to be solid and the refreshments should be right, so here's to a good time for all.
After last week's column came out several members of our organization suggested, rather forcefully, that I put their names in the column, which I shall not do. M/Sgt. T. Hardie from PHILA, PA., and Sgt. Robert Gable, from COLUMBIA< PA>, your names.
On Monday last week, the 47th basketball team won their open-game of the season against the 1961st by the close score of 34 to 33. The members of the team, Frame, Freidman, Tisdale, Calbetzor, and Higgins, played the entire game without a substitution and they should be given a big hand. Calbetzor was high scorer with a total of 18 points which is good in anybody's league. From the standpoint of sideline support, I go on record as saying it was p.p. With a team like ours, they should be given the best support on the field; so how about it fellows, let's all turn out for our next game.
Yes, men, there is a rotation policy in this theatre, because five lucky members of this squadron will be homeward bound by the time this paper comes out. The lucky men are Sgt. Brott, T/Sgt. Jack Sommers, S/Sgt. Skillman, Sgt. Obra Dovitch and Cpl. Alana. T/Sgt. Summers, Chief Clerk of the Stock Control Section caught the brass ring and is flying home. The rest of us can start sweating next year. S/Sgt. <>i>Clarence Dunn is also heading for home in the near future for medical reasons. I'll take two cigars Stud. It was a hard fight, Ma, but we won.
In closing, I'd like to welcome all the boys from APO 690, who came down to celebrate our Indian Jubilee with us. It seems like old home week to have Huntze, Maas, Zuccarrine, Prezioso, and the rest of the gang floating around the camp! Welcome home, fellows, and we all hope you have a good time and come to visit again.
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THE FUTURE of our basketball team is once again bright as it seems that Jack Arline went out and "stole" a pair of eye glass protectors for Charlie Rosen. However the team is still badly in the need of more players and although we wrote last week in this column asking for players, the response was poor. So how about it fellows, it is your squadron, your team and your game.
TWO NEW NAMES have been added to the Red Cross Commando Roster from our outfit, and funny as it may seem they both are on the Orderly Room staff, Cpl. Schuler and Pfc. Roche. I think that they spend so much time over there that it was best to assign them there for duty. This column would like very much to know where Beay and Robertson get their over and above 24 bottles of beer. Someone said they don't know what the word ration means.
STRANGER THAN it may seem, Gallo and Sciame would rather have Ahearn get mail than themselves, for they say that it is impossible to live with him if they get mail and he does not. The long months in India are beginning to tell on Sgt. Potter, he is not only adding gray hairs but he is dwindling down to a mere nothing; he told us proudly the other day that his weight was only 154 ibs. net.
J. Ross of Barracks C-4 proudly boasts that he can get anything at anytime. That covers a lot of ground and also a lot of crap games. This column would like to congratulate one of our Medico's by the name of Tennessee, not only is he the best Medic but also holds the same efficiency rating under the title of nurse.
Sgt. Luther O. Horton (O like in Oh) racked the writer of this column for going to the hospital with a case of the GIs. His remarks were to the effect that his system was perfect and he could take anything and everything in his stride. This morning, Monday 6 Nov. 1944, Sgt. Luther O. Horton (O like in Oh) was found in his sack too sick to get up and go on sick call. We hope it is not serious but we wonder what has happened to his constitution.
Sgt. Jacobsen of C-4 tried to fight a buzz saw running at 3500 RPMs; results; one buzzed thumb and a holiday in the General Hospital. He dropped out to see us a few days ago and also to collect the few annas that one of the fellows owed him. Someone told this column that he will lend money proving your grandmother is in good health and will go as security. Pvt. Wilson has been bragging about the fair one he found in the WAC Section across the way. One of his buddies came over to see him and we asked him about this female GI issue; his answers to our inquiries were that she was between 35 and 40 and weighed slightly more than a jeep but a swell girl. Sounds like our number one pin up girl.
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SPECIAL SERVICES
The Airdrome Softball League has pulled itaself together after a round of upsets and sets forth this week for the final games. Week's end found the favored Photo Joe blasted out of the lead by pitcher Dumford and a rejuvenated 48th whose glory was short-lived, they in turn bowing to the Iron Kings on Sunday. The Powder Puffs and T-13 battled out the cellar spot, but to no avail, score 1-1. Extra-curricular play on Sunday matched a composite Airdrome Team with the 2466th. It took an extra inning for the Airdrome to eke out a 2-1 victory. A return match is promised for next Sunday on a Depot field.
South Park has heard the crack of many batters as baseball practice was intensified in preparation for the 47th game on Sunday. Piasecki will probably start for yhe local team. Both nines are in the early stages of training, but they merit watching, time: 2 p.m. at South Park.
Schedules for competition in the Winter Sports Carnival will be posted early next week. It is hoped by the team Managers to have competitions in softball, basketball, volleyball, boxing, golf, tennis, basketball and track by the time that the Spring rains begin, at which time team and individual champions will be crowned.
FIRE FIGHTERS
Two of our nozzle men had their chest expanded this week. REASON - Baby girls to Pop Pritchett and have a cigar, Reed. Congratulations men, hope you're both back in the good old U.S.A. for their first birthdays. Minnesota DeYoung has gone out on DS to give out with a little fire knowledge. San Mateo Fogli's wife sure must be mad at him, only 20 letters this week. (How you suffer). From all appearances Cpl. Holewa seems destined for a movie career (Don't you ever miss a picture Hank?) Peculiar things seem to be happening now that we have all spent six (6) months in India. Really isn't as tough as that men, besides we have only 18 more to go now.
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MORE STRIPES FROM the supply stock were handed out this last week with the following men being promoted: Cpls. Aperauch, Archibald, Buonpane, Bohlmann, Carney, Cole, Curtis, Czyzewski, Dewar, DeFrancisco, DeGlopper, Feil, Fetterman, Fitzgerald, Gibbins, Gwynn, E.L. Hamrick, Hare, Howard, Joanis, S.J. Johnson, Kaskiewicz, Lynn, Martin (G.A.), Mirwald, Minjares, Nabors, Niebur, Nelson, Palhegyi, Rabuck, Riggs, Sarnotsky, Shamblin, Stadtman, Stanley, Hojnacki, Webster, and H. Wright
Sgt. Emeey wasn't taking any chances on losing any of his stripes when he went into town recently - he saluted everything from a telephone pole to a Tech Rep! He hates to drill!! We have been informed that T/Sgt. Gulick and Sgt. Hancock were very interested spectators at a strip tease performance put on by one of the Indian women working around the shops - Sgt. Beloin claims he is too old for that sort of thing!!
One Indian in town is still quite bewildered by the way he was outbargained on the purchase of our squadron dishes. Major Town and 1st Sgt. Walrath certainly learn the tricks quickly. We hear that Sgt. Batholomay almost left us for the Air Commandos a little while back - he changed his mind at the last minute.
UNDER THE ABLE guidance of M/Sgt. Baldock our Basketball team chalked up its first victory of the season by thrashing its first opponent 29 to 8. This should be ample warning to the rest of the teams that we will be in there when the championship of the Depot is decided. New additions to the team have been Pfc. Ankli, back from rest camp; Pfc. Holloway, newly arrived on the Depot, anmd Pvt. Ricker, recently transferred from the 48th.
Rotation can be a reality. Recently departed from our organization have been Mgt. Gaupp, S/Sgt. Grzesiak, S/Sgt. Krisle, and Sgt. Theriot. Also on the way back to the U.S. on a thirty day furlough are T/Sgt. McMahon, T/Sgt. Harrison, and T/Sgt. Sabo. Happy landing, men!!
That unwinds us for this wek, Sahibs and Memsahibs. Any contributions to make this column more interesting will be welcom.
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Capt. John Gordon has been learning what the world looks like from the saddle of a motorcycle. Afteer taking a few lessons under the tutorship of Sgt. Dave Hasson, California's controbution to traffic safety in the IB, Capt. Gordon has been popping around on his own. After nearly becoming the main feature of a major catastrophe he has decided that the rule of "two hands for beginners" has its purpose and is responding to salutes with a nod of his head.
Plans for the Policeman's Ball are under way. The date will be the 2nd of December and the place will be a nearby place. There is no lack of enthusiasm. Sgt. Johnny Grauff is chief big shot in charge of planning. Everything is being done to make the ball an event to be remembered a long time. Efforts are being made to have ladies for everyone but those who have dates they would like to bring may reserve that the first Saturday in December.
The 1212 barrack is now dressed with a white picket fence surrounding the lawn at the front of the barrack. It is a nice job of "prettification" done by Pvt Lawrence Metcalf, the famous desk builder.
Cpl. Eddie Reinhardt is in the infirmary for a few days and Cpls. Harry Carlson and Tom Fay are at the hospital. We hope they return as soon as they want to.
M/Sgt. Bonsteel is the new amateur photographer for the company.
S/Sgt. Dave Hasson came out with a motorcycle painted as white and pure as a virgin's kiss. He says the white is to match his character and virtue. We wonder what the black trim is for? It could be just to make the white show up better.
IT IS A FINE day when one's own child points out weak points in one's posture. In an edition of the Tiger Rag an article was pub;ished on the MPs. One of the illustrating photographs showed a full figure profile of your writer whose stomach and shirt were more at-ease than a man in uniform should be, particularly when a picture is being taken. A copy of the Tiger was sent home and the following is part of the reply from friend wife: "Sandy (aged almost 2 years), reached out and put her chubby forefinger approximately on your stomach (of the photograph, of course), and said, 'Punchie Daddy's tummy in.'"
The company's Depot personnel was augmented during the past week by the return of the prodigal's from APO 690, where they have been vacationing on DS for the past few months. It is really surprising how quickly they pick up the knack of work again.
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IT SEEMS AS though the sections now at work in Ordnance Supply are really on the ball. Their production has been increased more than 100% and increasing more and more every day. Considering the fact that quite a few of the sections chiefs are on leave, their work is still the same. Eveery member should be commended.
Fifteen men now on rest leave in Calcutta, they are M/Sgt. John W. Holley, T/Sgt. Walter D. Hawthorne, S/Sgt. William H. Wall, T/4 Kenneth A. Garrett (Ace), T/5 Walter Adams, Walter Lowry, James Wallace, J.C. Coleman, Everett Oldham, Pfcs. Oberian Bell, Otis Ramsey, Pvts. Felton Sims and Herman Fairley. Have a nice time boys, while it lasts. Strange things have been happening in the past, likewise have the same things come to light in the present. Pvt. Felton H. Rogers, has returned in the person of brother. Brother is one man whom everybody has faith in and he is the same at all times. "Get a Chip, Brother" is his favorite phrase.
Now the curtain falls on another week's missive, so until next week same time same place, this is your friend or enemy.
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THIS WEEK we bid farewell to Tony "Speedy" Dalio, erstwhile mail orderly, file clerk, and man about nothing, Clyde Smith, ex mess sergeant Kenneth Peltier, Roy Scott, Blanton "Brigham" Young, William Ashley, Merv McDonald, Malvern Miller, and Tony Parson - all caught in the Rotation tide.
Dalio was fortunate enough to get his new teeth before leaving. Now his wife will find it even more difficult to recognize him. Dave Layman was also presented with a new plate, and is proudly displaying it to all who desire a view.
Laymen, George Supernois and Barney Marecki almost brought the house down recently in Barrack C-13, with an impromptu jam session. With Dave on the tom toms, George on accordian, Barney on violin, and two unamed gents from another outfit who were present just because they could play clarinet and guitar respectively, the Bengal Tigers better beware.
By now, the SSN's of the five new replacements are common knowledge to everyone in the 903rd. T/Sgt. George Allan, Cpls. Roswell Trott and John Turkot and Pvts. Theodore Lewis and Robert O'Dowd are indeed very welcome arrivals.
TAKING A HINT from a recent Yank magazine, which published instructions on how to treat a replacement, Johnny Lyons and Johnny Reutter, it is rumored, are searching desperately for a set of chains and a heavy lock. Both are certainly highly enthused. And so is Doc Caldara, who fortunately discovered that the new boys are athletically inclined. In addition to being replacements on the T/O, they will make fine replacements for his faltering Tigers.
Speaking of Doc, he's certainly to be congratulated for his fine supervision and assistance in getting the new company area and barracks in great shape. Saturday inspections would be a lot rougher without him.
It takes various things to make different men happy. A 17-inch lathe did the trick for Nick Palazzo. And just give "Bub" Rusch a new transformer. It would have the same effect on him that Gloria DeHaven would have on the ordinary fellow.
The newly-discovered handball court on Houston St., near Depot Headquarters, brings back fond memories to New Yorkers. Playing ball and dodging heavy traffic at the same time is an old story to Gothamites.
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FOR THE BENEFIT of you guys who don't know as yet . . . Duffy's Tavern is now operating, and I might add successfully at a new location, barrack G-10 to be exact. For reasons unknown, Duffy's license was revoked at the original location; but Duffy has assured this writer that all is well now, and business goes on as usual. The opening at the new place was really a gala event. On opening night, the bar was lined two deep with celebrities from all parts of America . . .Ferris from Iowa, missing that good old "Tall Corn" (this sounds like corn), Hannon from New Jersey, pining audibly for his one and only . . . Patton from Oklahoma, wondering about Lois . . . Van Doren beaming happily cause everything on the menu was "free" . . . McGregor from Minnesota, trying to "keep those bottles quiet," aided and abetted by his brothers in arms, Marshall and Gordon. All in all, it was a very nice opening and a grand time was had by all . . . and how!
MANY OF YOU have heard this before, but more than ever I am inclined to agree with the person responsible for these words of wisdom, quote: It takes trying times like these to bring out the best in any man, unquote. Yes, it is true. Today, Dukoff, ever on the alert to protect the interests of his native land, apprehended a culprit trying to conceal government property, probably planning to take it from the base during darkness . . . but Dukoff was "on the ball" and without a sound crept up behind his foe, armed to the teeth with a fountain pen and cigar lighter, and before the culprit could move, "Duke" had him collared and ready for the clink. 'T wasn't long until the MPs were along to take the thief in tow and congratulate "the Duke" for his fine work. Altho' this action may go unnoticed by higher ups, this writer has the honor and great privilege to congratulate "the Duke" for a "job well done." Teek Hai Duke.
While "dishing out" congratulations I can't forget to throw a dozen orchids at Johnny Skrlec. John has worked tirelessly for weeks on end in his spare time, trying to whip some "body building" equipment into shape. At present he has a fine punching bag rack, a bar for chinning and is now in the throes of shaping a set of parallel bars. All of this work has not been in vain, and it is gratifying indeed to note the interest that has developed due to Skrlec's efforts. Men like McGregor, Shirmacher, Pepin, Keely, Joe Martin, and Lieber can be seen most anytime working out and keeping themselves in shape.Those fellows aren't going to let India get them down. All of us are thankful for the job yuo've done John, and when you see these "body's beautiful" passing by, you can smile inwardly and say to yourself: I helped to do that.
OFF TO REST CAMP this week is 1st Sgt. Fryman and
 11 November Sat. ALL COLORED USO SHOW 12 November Sun. "LADY TAKES A CHANCE" Jean Arthur, John Wayne 13 November Mon. "BATTLE OF RUSSIA" 14 November Tues. GLAD TO SEE YOU - STAGE SHOW 15 November Wed. "PARIS AFTER DARK" George Sanders, Brenda Marshall 16/17 Nov. Thurs. and Fri. "BUFFALO BILL" Joel McCrea, Maureen O'Hara |
BY THE TIME THIS column is read, the ping pong tournament that I mentioned in last week's column will be well under way. At this writing however, I haven't gotten any prizes, but don't despair . . . I'll get 'em. From all indications the tournament should be very lovely and I look for plenty of good Ping Pong. May the best man win!
LISTED AS THE TOP news item of the week is the following: Joe Martin, of the borrowing Martins, now has soap, toothpaste, shaving cream, powder and toothbrushes all of his own. Honestly fellows, this year we'll be able to go to our foot lockers and find our toilet articles just where we left them. No more will we have to find Martin everytime we want to shave, wash or brush our teeth. No more will a mystery surround our dwindling personal supplies. Despite all of this, a problem yet remains . . . towels. Now if only someone would send him some towels, our worries would be over, and our ration cards would last much longer. Better yet, why couldn't Martin have 4 birthdays in a year instead of one? Yep that's the solution. (U.S.A. papers please copy).
In order to abide by a recent black-out order, it is necessary that I terminate this right about here. Good-night, and don't be scared when the lights go out . . . just remember: when the lights go on again . . . all over the world. So long all of you . . . and to you . . . besame.
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THE BENGAL TIGERS ARE LEAVING en masse for rest this week so please don't ask for any bookimgs until December when the boys will be back. In the meantime . . . have yourselves a good time fellers!
DON'T FORGET to be at the POST THEATRE by 7:15 so that can hear the prize question . . . and possibly win yourself a five-rupee purchase order at the P-X. The first man to submit the correct answer either by telephoning 72 or bringing it into the office the following morning will win the award.
ARE YOU INTERESTED in writing skits and gags? If so, contact Lt. Widom as he can certainly use you.
"GLAD TO SEE YA." the GI show from a nearby base will be presented on the stage of the Post Theatre, Tuesday night, November 14th at 7:30 p.m. Better get there early to secure yourself of a good seat.
BASKETBALL league is under full swing so be sure that you're there to root for your team . . . there will be nice trophies for the winners.
HOW DO YOU LIKE THOSE new records we're playing before the movies starts? We want to play the music youi want to hear bso let us know about it . . . we'll do our darnedest to please!
THOUGHTS AT RANDOM: Wonder where our British piano player, Aric Blamres ever learned to pound out that American boogie? . . . Those boys have certainly done a swell job in the Theatre . . . looks mighty fine . . . Golly, but those green bugs that cluster around the lights at night are MURDER! . . . ahhh, the beauty of Mother India!
ARE YOU CONTACTING your Special Service Representative? He's the man that can answer your questions or requests for Special Service.
OUR GLEE CLUB is slowly (veddy slowly!) getting organized and it won't be too long before we'll start our rehearsals. We still are in search for some voices . . . answer the call me lads!
APPLICATIONS keep coming in for ARMY INSTITUTE which please us to no end. This is your opportunity to gain a high school or college education for practically nothing. Applications may be had at the office or by contacting Cpl. Charles Nrant.
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IN CASE YOU weren't able to buy a pair of Florsheims, don't feel bad. There are may more persons in the same boat. The quantity was so small we couldn't advertise the sale, so we put half on sale at 1200 hours and the rest 1800 hours last Tuesday. We didn't have any left over.
Have you picked up your two cans of fruit juice? The allowance this month was only 1½ cans per man, so someone will have to do without, anyway.
TOO MANY VISITORS to our beer line has made it necessary to request the presentation of ration cards. We hope we won't have to mark the cards. Officers are invited to use the beer bar as well as anyone else.
Picture printing has risen to about 700 per day, but the demand is still ahead of us. We still expect to get the service down to three days.
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A VERY PESSIMISTIC, or realistic writer of ancient times said: "Man born of woman is few of days and full of sorrow." Life is full of problems. The problems need not become sorrows. Whether or not our problems become sorrows depends upon our way of approaching them. Most of us want to use a frontal approach. We want to know the solution right now. When the problem is one of human relations, such as a wayward wife, difficult sergeant or a tough officer, our usual impulse is "to have it out" with that person. Many times this won't work. There are thousands of miles between one and a wandering mate. There is a barrier of position between a soldier and
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In some of Plato's writings we find this thought - the problems you cannot solve directly you must learn to live with. There is much food for thought in that. Many problems cannot be solved immediately. We can let them and the lack of a solution often grow in our minds until they result in an oppressive physiological load that gets us down and makes us unfit as soldiers or men.
The FIRST STREP in learning to live with a problem is to analyze it. What is involved in it; how many of the factors in the problem involved ourselves, how may the other fellow; how much of the problem is real, how much imaginary.
The second step in learning to live with a problem is to realize you can maintain emotional security and balance whether your problem is completely settled or not. The sky is not going to fall over your head; the sun will shine as brightly; the flowers will be as fragrant; the seasons will be as regular - the world won't crash whether a yes or no answer is found immediately. When you see that you can live anyway and things go on pretty much the same - answer or no answer, your problem ceases to intimidate you physiologically.
LASTLY,AS YOU grow mentally and spiritually your problems shrink in importance proportionately. What once seemed such a big and tremendously important problem pales into its real proportions, a minor irritation. So don't let problems geyt you down else life will be full of sorrow as the ancient writer said. He knew half the story.
Orville Dennis, Depot Chaplain. |
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Hanley Falls, Minn. - A pack of porkers grounded Fred Baker's small cabin plane. Fred and a companion flew from Stanton to see a pal, Oscar Hanson. They landed in a field near Hanson's home. While they were visiting, a herd of 140 pigs looked over the ship, and found it to their taste. When Frank returned, he found the pigs had cleaned up the fabric from the fuselage and were going to work on the wings. Frank and his friend took a bus back to Stanton.
New York - Patrolman Joe Smith, riding a 7th Avenue bus, glanced out at 53rd Street and saw a bear strolling. Smith - quite sober - rubbed his eyes, looked again - then yanked the stop cord. He jumped off, ran back to the corner, but the bear had disappeared. He queried several pedestrians, but all he got was bearish grins. But Joe, a persistent policeman, finally found the bear. The animal is owneds by Charles Oro who brought him here recently for a new show, and who produced a license for him. The bear like to walk, and he likes peanuts. "Have some," urged Charlie, who had stopped to buy a bagful when Joe spotted the bear ambling alone. "Oh, nuts," said Joe, running for another bus.
Denver - Party lines and party loyalty can't be crossed, Mrs. Helen Grant has found. She was the switchboard operator for four weeks at the Democratic State Headquarters. Then Gene Cervi, chairman, hired a new operator. Explained Cervi: "We found out that Mrs. Grant is a Republican."
Chivcago - A gunman did some beautiful broken filed running through the entire Orr Vocational football team but was brought down short of an escape. The thug, in flight from an attempted robbery, tore off yardage right across a lot where the team was practicing. "Get him," yelled the coach. But before the gridders got close enough to tackle, the man side-stepped into a store and smack into a fireman on a fire prevention visit, who held hiom for the cops.
Blackfoot, Idaho - Sherriff William A. Clough got a hurry call from an Indian to tell him to go to the home of a neighbor, because "Old Luke is whipping his squaw." But things had changed by the time he arrived. He found "Old Luke" tied with a rope to a wagon wheel, his squaw and the lattwer's sister looking on complacently.
Washington - Policeman James T. Murphy now knows you can't have a glass of beer and make a case ouit of it. He bought and drank a glass of beer in the National Capital Waiters Social Club. Then he procured a warrant and arrested Leroy Jones and Pearson Graves, operators of the establishment, on charges of illegal sale and possession of liquor. Murphy hauled the defendants before Judge Walter J. Casey. "Where's the evidence?" asked the judge. "I drank it, your honor," beamed Murphy. "Too late to use a stomach pump now," the court observed. "Case dismissed for lack of evidence."
Decatur, Ill. - Earl Horine bought seven rabbits but got more than he bargained for. Tendays after the sale, he took home the six does and one buck he had purchased - pluis 38 rabbits that arrived during the interim.
South Hadley, Mass. - Onlookers tried to figure out whether it was a new kind of jive or a jazz version of the famed daisy chain when they spied the antics of Mount Holyoke college freshmen recently. The girls, gently prodded by upperclassmen with rulers, worse wings, landing gear and such, fashioned from paper and cloth. On their noses were cardboard propellers. They carried paper bombs of 45-inch diameter and wore dungarees rolled precisely four and four-fifths inches above the ground. They buzzed, zoomed, made three point landings, remebering to cut their motors whenever a senior approached. It was H-day for them - hazing to you, chum.
Rock Island, Ill. - Another few fractions and the Associated Credit Bureaus of America would go out of business. An association survey reveals that honesty is the policy of 98 per cent of the people. Credit reports on 4,000,000 persons in the last year showed less than 2 per cent made any attempt to evade financial obligation. Most opf the exceptions were due to carelessness.
Washington, D.C. - Jerry, an eight-month-old police pup, trained to stand guard at a liquor store at 1300 9th St., N.W., doesn't take his work seriously. When the owner, Harry Bassett, arrived the other morning, he found ten cases of excellent whisky missing. And so was Jerry. Thieves had cut through the door, made off with $335 worth of whisky, and adopted Jerry too.
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 He is a real "go getter" as many officers and men on this base can testify. Friendly, intelligent and syumpathetic, he is an enemy to procrastination and inefficiency. Long ago his ability to get things done was recognized when he was given the job of building Kirkland Field, one of the most beautiful fields in the U.S.A., situated at Albuquerque, N. Mex. After a number of years in the National Guard he was made a first lieutenant in 1920. At the outbreak of this war he was a Lt. Colonel. A year ago he took command of this Depot, a year marked by phenomenal expansion making this installation the biggest of its kind outside the continental limits of the United States. He is strictly an AC officer and holds the rating of Command Pilot and Combat Observer. |
dere Fanny, It looks like tha wether is gonna be nice fer awile. It hez been cool at nights now fer some time an it's nice ta sleep. yore letter about tha Sima bathroom reminds me thet one a tha boys got a letter from sumbudy in Detroit, theys where yore Paw's tracter come frum. They got a new nath room to an this girl musta ben awful dumb becuz she sez they tha toilet wuz ta wash yer feet in. she sez ya put one foor in an wash it an then pull tha chain fer clean water an wash tha other. They use tha top uv tha cover fer a bread bord an tha other part ta frame there granpaw's pitcher in an I think thet's pretty dumb an I thought thet pepil in Detroit wuz smart becuz they mahe all tha autamobiles theur. i think tha girls name wuz Olga er somthin furrin like that. I wisht thet I wuz their ta help yore Paw with tha tractor becuz I think it's lotsa fun ta help hiom an ta work on machines an I wisht to thet i wuz their ta hunt agin at this time uv tha year. We had a Halwen party at tha Rajah's Rest which is tha club fer tha men run by tha Red Cross an it wuz lotsa funy ony they dance a lot an I ain't no hand at dancin an I can't say as I go in much fer strange girls nether. Makes me sorta lonesome ta see them at a party but I set in a nice soft seat all evenin an watched them an thought about ya. Tha woman what runs tha place an whose name id Doris sez that I should get aroun an mix with tha crowd an not be son bashful but she don't know me! It's jest lotsa fun ta sit an think uv ya. I would like ta be home an see some snow again. This will make three winters they I an't seen none an it wuld look good agin fer a change. Josh's new hen house sounds jest like him. Next thing ya know he will put in a bath room two an a kitchen maybe. He is right about that feedin an such. Ya gotta learn a lot all tha time about farmin ta do a good job an lotsa farmers don't stop ta think thet tha new idees are good fer them. ifen tha pepil here culd ony get tracters an good seeds an breedin stock they wuld hev lots more fun farmion an wuld make more money to. I don't know jest what else ta say eccept thet it wuz moonlight agib an tha nights wuz as silver as enything an I set outside an thought uv ya an wisht they ya wuz here an thet this war would end. Tha men is purty busy playin base ball an volley ball an sense it ain't so hot there is gettin ta be lost a things fer ta do an nex Sunday I think I will go on a bicycle ride in town. Yores, Bill |
First of all to Pharo: Quote, "Why are the doors locked?" . . Hmmmm . . .
1. They were locked for repairs. Did you not notice the many busy little men trying to make mud do the work of cement as they tried to mend the door lintels? Their work was no sooner finished than wham! A door would slam and down would fall their day's work. So we began locking the doors, locking each as they were repaired and ready to slam again.
2. One door is still locked because we have lost the key and it thus remains loose but steadfast against a pull. The doors are locked 11 p.m. (army request) and are noticeably unlocked at the first swooshing of water underfoot from the sweeper's broom.
3. The canteen is locked to control the hundgy crowds. And on dance nights to control the dance "guests" - or to separate the sheep from the goats!
Malum bibi?
NEXT THE the birthday party has come and gone, successfully too, despite a conflict in the evening with a super crowd-drawing movie. We make no attempt to compete with la belle Grable . . . The birthday cake was a lovely one, forty-five pounds of lusciousness - - - an epicurian beauty. We wish that we could humbly admit to having stirred it up the night before, but in all honesty credit should be given where due and that is to Miss Dorothy Menzies and her canteen training school. Thanks Dorothy and staff! All in all, some two thousand sandwiches, cakes, cookies and peanut brittle went down the GI hatch. Anyone who doesn't recognise the cardinal principle that the way to a soldier's heart is through his stomach, simply ignores the facts of life . . . Daily we see them stow away approximately sixty gallons of ice cream, one hundred and fifty dozen eggs, two hundred and fifty pounds of potatoes . . . besides their regular meals. It takes a servant staff of sixty-five with pattering bare feet to give the Rajahs - their well deserved rest too! It is a headache at times but nothing an aspirin and sleep won't cure - and it's lots of fun tp please (if you succeed) when you can.
WHILE THERE is no article of war declaring the ARC objectives, the ARC has one unwritten golden rule, a cliche among us, to "make a home away" for the boys overseas . . . What makes a home? It isn't just four walls and a roof . . . it is what you bring in with yourself, your ideas and your ways of living. It is a place in which to come to relax when you are free to relax. It is a place in which you meet your friends, for a visit or a game of cards (or on occasions when entertainment is provided for you). It is a place, more simply, in which you may read or write those innumberable letters which link you more closely with your loved ones at home.
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WE HAVE TRIED to give you the maximum from the resources available. The fine co-operation of the QM and PX is an old story. Lately however, with tongue in cheek, we have tried the domestic touch by the cat-without-the-hearth (we HOPE she dines well on the mice which gallop so blithely up and down our telephone wires!), by the gold fish and since Sunday, by the newly arrived pair of love-birds! They are an old married couple and have raised many families and have the urge to do so again. (If anyone knows how to help this cooing couple build a nest in a corrugated electric-light-bulb-house, please come forward! So here we flutter with love birds and little love birds . . . cats and little catsies . . . fish and little fishes will be next! Tcch! Tcch! Next it will be rock garden with gold fish pond!
AND SO I'LL be thinking of you on Sunday mornings and wondering if you are getting your coffee and on Wednesday wondering where you will be. Day or night I'll take flight on the fabulous magic carpet of memories aand come back for more shouting baksheesh memsahib, baksheesh! Go get yourself a scalp and hurrt home! Good Luck!
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THREE HITS The 2466th Sultans lost a ball game last Sunday when they were defeated by the 48th, 2-1 in an extra inning contest. Three scattered hits resulted in victory for the boys from over yonder. The fine pitching of both True for the Sultans and Zourget for Repair told heavily on the slugging of both teams. Repair got their first hit in the opening frame and were then held hitless until the fateful eighth. The Sultans banged theirs in the first, fifth, sixth and seventh. Red Lawman banged the only extra base hit of the day, when he doubled in the opening of the fifth. Harry Smith, team Captain, singled in the first frame but was nabbed at second. This was the only hit for the Suiltans until the fifth. The Repair boys scored their run in the first frame on an error by Paul and a wild throw by Zapp. Freeman started the inning by popping to Smith in short center. Barnett reached first safely when Paul failed to find the sack beneath his foot. Stazynski then hit to Zapp in center who threw wild to second. Baumn went out Bojniewicz to Paul and Meros went down as True's first strike out victim. The Sultans tied the score in the fifth when Red Lawman doubled to right and Tegtmier walked. Zapp hit a sharp liner between first and second. The ball hit Tegtmier who was half way to the keystone sack and bounced out to right-center. Lawman scored and Zapp stuck to first. Wilson hit to Stazynski who threw to Freeman who threw to Tabor completing a double play. Both teams got men on in the sixth inning but were unable to score. For the Sultans it was: True out, Zourget to Tabor, Lovekin hit to Barnett who funbled the ball. Paul pushed him to third withb his first hit of the season, a single to center. Cielewicz hit a slow grounder which was taken by Meros, who came in scooped it up and threw to Tabor, Lovekin held third and Paul went to second. Smith then popped to Stazynski ending the threat. For Repair it was: Zourget to first by virtue of a walk. Freeman hit a grounder to Smith who threw to second, but the throw was too late. Zourget stole third on the next pitch. Barnett hit to Lawman who started a throw to first but changed and threw to Cieslewicz at third, catching Zourget seven feet off the bag. Freeman was caught at second when Cieslewicz turned and threw to Bojniewicz. Stazynski walked and Bauman hit a long fly to Zapp in center. The Sultas filled the bases in the seventh when Bojniewicz singled to right. He went to second after Walhorn caught Lawman's long fly. Tegtmier walked for the second time and Zapp popped to short center. Wilson filled the sacks when Zourget issued his fourth free pass. True then hit to Stazynski who touched third retirning Tegtmier. In the last half of the of the eighth Arny popped to Bojniewicz and Walhorn singled to left. True then issued his fourth and fifth free passes to Zourget and Freeman, filling the bases. Barnett then stepped to the plate to be crowned with glory. After working the count to three and two he connected with the next offering sending the pellet over Paul's head for a clean single. Thus the game ended when Walhorn crossed the Platter. The game was a tough one to lose but the opponent was a worthy one. True boosted his strike-out count to eight as four of Repairs men went down swinging. |
The Flaming Bombs lost their third league game in four starts this Sunday when they lost to the Tornadoes, 6-3. The last pitches of Kieler kept the base-hit hungry Bombs at bay all afternoon. Only four safe hits were poked off the offerings of the Tornadoes' ace hurler. Babe Sell was the only man who could solve Kieler's deliveries with any regularity, a double and triple flying off the bat of the Bombs' shortstop.
While the Bombs were being held in check the Tornadoes combined some good hitting with shoddy fielding by the Bombs to tally twice in the fourth, fifth and sixth frames.
The Bombs scored in the third to take a lead, the only time they were in front all day. Babe Sell was safe when Bongiorno couldn't find the handle on a ball deflected off the pitcher's glove. Horton drew a walk and Spearance sacrificed the runners to second and third. Shorty Rahn bounced to the shortstop who elected to try for the runner at the plate. Sell slid in under the toss and when the dust had cleared the ump had the palms of his hands facing down. Jester and Hayden couldn't move the two runners any further.
Long opened the Tornadoes' fourth by drawing a pass. Rutter sacrificed him along. Morris lofted a fly between the shortfielder and centerfielder and while both stood immobile the ball dropped in for two bases, advancing Long to third. Adams' fly to left brought the run in to tie the game and Weneger's smash over third for two bases netted another to put the Tornadoes ahead. Two unearned runs in the fifth raised the score to 4-1. Jerson led off with a walk and both Jerson and Peff were safe when Horton fumbled Peff's bunt. A passed ball advanced the runners after Hamilton popped to Bigarani. Bongiorno hit an easy grounder to third. At the last second, Fuller looked away and the ball bounced off his chest, Jerson scoring. Long bounced to the mound and Horton tossed to Spearance who tagged Peff and the ump thumbed the runner out. Rutter then smacked a single to left. Long had stolen second and came racing into the plate on the hit. Gucanac's peg was to the right of the plate. Spearance reched for it and dove at the runner. He shoved the ball into Long's chest and again the ump waved the runner out.
The Bombs came back with one when Sell laced a long triple in center and scored on Rahn's drive to the shortfielder.
MORRIS HOMERS
Two more runs were racked up by the Tornadoes in the sixth. Morris smashed a ball over Gucanac's head in left, catching John flat-footed. Morris scampered home before the throw could reach the infield, for the only homer of the game. Weneger singled and reached third on Kieler's infield out. Jerson's single scored him. Schneckloth relieved Horton at this point and after walking Peff, retired the next four batters. The Bombs scored their last run in the last of the seventh when Sell smashed a double to right, made third when the fielder fumbled and scored when Weneger tossed wild to third.
POST MORTEMS: In the fourth, before hitting his double, Morris hit a foul fly into the crowd at third base. Fuller ran to get it and as he reached for it he stumbled over a spectator who refused to move. Had Fuller caught it no runs would have scored that inning. Outstanding play was made by Morris when he raced from back of second to catch Higarani's sinking fly back of third. He caught it at his shoe tops and rolled head over heels after grabbing it. In the fifth, Peff bunted and was hit by the ball while running to first.
THE TIGER RAG is a weekly publication edited and written by and for the Enlisted Personnel and Officers of APO 492, and is under the direction of the Commanding Officer, COLONEL FRANK D. HACKETT and Public Relations Officer, MAJOR STUART R. PETERSEN. STAFF: EDITOR... Pfc. Hollis H. Estill; ASSISTANT EDITOR... Pfc. Art Goldberg; ART... T/5 Layton H. Wicksten; PHOTOGRAPHY... Sgt. Les Gurwitz. Statements or policies reflected through the columns of this publication under no circumstances are to be considered those of the United States Army. Articles submitted by Officers and Enlisted Men represent personal opinions only. Internet adaptation by Carl W. Weidenburner.
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