TUESDAY MORNING, JUNE 29, 1943-
-THE BATTALION-
Page 3
RUDDER
DUST
by A/S Jack E. Shaw
You always hear a lot of inter
esting conversation while travel
ing—on a train—especially with
a bunch of aviation students.
I hope that no military infor
mation or censorable material is
incluuded in this abridged edition
of the “Confessions of an Aviation
Student,” or “He Talked When He
Should Have Been Listening!”
First on the hit parade and it
really is a parade of hits, is the
marriage of A/S Gerald Sutton to
Calista Olander of Des Moines,
Iowa. The wedding took place at
the Central Christian Church of
Dallas, Texas. The ceremony was
unique, as it was performed in the
“Little Church” within the main
church itself. This little building
was constructed in one of the big
auditoriums of the church and is
an exact replica of a little, white
country church-house. The bride
wore a corsage of pink roses and
was dressed in white ensemble.
Along with Mr. Frank who per
formed the ceremony, all of us
wish to extend a friendly welcome
to the couple and wish them all
the success possible.
A friend of yours and mine and
quite a gentleman, Mr. Alvin
Swanson went to Dallas with eyes
only for motorcycles. After finally
locating a hotel room, he started
to see a little Dallas night-life. The
finale comes as A/S Swanson is
marooned in the wee hours in the
residential district with a sergeant
from Georgia, and still no scooter-
bike! Ho hum!
That queer but lovable chap
known as Bill Peters, seemed to
provide an abundance of dope—
when he wasn’t asleep. A fully ex
tended ear caught the melancholy
note in Mr. Peters’ voice as he de
scribed a somewhat erratic trip
through West Texas before finally
ending up in Dallas. “Yeah,” adds
Mr. McCutcheon, “we rode in every
thing that they would let on the
highways of Texas!”
About this time, our happy (?)
«d!tor-in-chief is talking to an of
ficer with almost all the ribbons
and medals in the book, to his'
credit. The officer told Mr. Cooter
that he had well over 500 combat
hours in the Pacific theater of
war and had downed a score of
Japs.
After going through his pockets
ever since the train pulled out of
Dallas, a young aviation student
pulls a badly worn ticket out of
his jeans and goes screaming up
to the conductor. Returning with
$4.11 clutched fiendishly in one
hand, he calmly says, “Well, I made
on that deal!”
Weary and tired everybody again
relaxes only to hear the inevit
able, “Next stop, College Station!”
Then we all got off.
ACID NEWS
TURRET TIPS
Squadron I
By Jas. H. Kizziar
Well, it’s finally come at last—
we started our flying schedule
Monday. Now fellows, this is no
rumor, believe me. No more eight
hours of classes, drilling, or for
mations. Okay, okay, then don’t
believe me!
So far the boys haven’t come
in contact with enemy aircraft,
but you can be assured of a good
defense put up by Squadron I for
dear ole A. & M.
An order has been put in for a
specially built plane for Andy Tu
con’s six-foot-four inches. Don’t
tell anyone, but his secret ambi
tion is to be a tail gunner.
In behalf of Squadron I, this
reporter welcomes Henry G. Da
vies, Roy M. Walrath, John W.
Cone, George H. Guenther, and
Robert W. Wullenwaler who trans
ferred from Squadron II. It’s swell
to have you fellows with us.
Squadron I has won the ribbons
twice in suuccession. Nice going
guys. I guess we’re finally, getting
on the ball like it should be. Let’s
try and keep it up.
Hold your hat fellows, here’s a
bit of real news: William “Whiz-
zer” White now holds the title
for our mile and six-tenths. He
was clocked at eight minutes and
twenty-three seconds. Here’s the
secret boys, he eats Wheaties (this
is not a commercial plug) every
morning, doesn’t drink, chew,
smoke, or go out with girls—with
girls—with girls. Say, turn off
the record Joe!
Someone passing by 1 John Thax-
ton’s room the other night over
heard him talking to a beautiful
blonde. Stick around some week
end John, and we’ll tell you all
about it.
There seems to have been a
mix-up on who wrote last Satur
day’s article for Squadron I. The
rightful owner of that piece of
manuscript was Charles Donnelly.
Sorry, Charlie.
PROP WASH
Squadron 11
By Joseph E. Platt
Squadron II wishes to take this
opportunity to congratulate the
band on its merit. The band was
organized only a short time ago,
but it has developed rapidly into
an outstanding organization. The
music the band plays is excellent
and they looked very good march
ing in Saturday’s review.
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ClrOCKlXRS
College and Bryan
The new softball league will get
underway this week and the
Squadron II team is better pre
pared for the opening than it was
last week. Manager Martin pushed
the team through a stiff workout
Saturday afternoon after Squad
ron I failed to show up for the
proposed game. It is not known if
II will lose pitcher Hank Davies
when he transfers to Squadron I.
William Rice has been limbering
up his pitching arm and may share
the mound duties even if Davies is
retained.
Each Flight now has an athletic
officer. Under the new P.E. setup
the athletic officers lead their
Flights in P.E. class. The officers
were chosen by the members of
the Flights.
Cecil Turner received a slight
touch of home-sickness the other
evening when he tuned in on the
Spotlight Band program to hear
Blue Barron broadcasting from
Burlington, Iowa, his home town.
Today’s Guest
Versailles, Mo., is the birthplace
of today’s guest. Edmund Staly
who is 24 years old tells us that
he was born near the Lake of the
Ozarks which has 1400 miles of
shoreline and one of the finest
likes in the country. However, his
parents moved to Tulsa, Okla.,
where he finished high school.
Four years later he received his
B.S. degree in Bacteriology from
Oklahoma A. & M.
Ed worked in the Bacteriology
Dept, while in school as well as
for the City Health Department at
Stillwater. Mr. Staly also did ex
perimental work in the Geophysi
cal Dept, of the Stanolind Gas Co.
The last two summers he has core-
drilled for the same company in
Kansas and Nebraska.
The medical profession is this
man’s ambition and he plans to re
enter medical school after the war.
His favorite pastime, whenever
possible, is fox hunting.
ACTD STAFF
Alvin B. Cooter Editor-and-Chief
Jack E. Shaw Managing Editor
Fred J. Rosenthal Associate Editor
Alan E. Goldsmith Associate Editor
Max E. Stump Associate Editor
Lloyd Merwin, Jr. .... Squd. One Editor
Joseph E. Platt Squd. Two Editor
Martin E. Ismert Squd. Three Editor
Bill Peters Squd. Five Editor
DRIFTING
By A/S Fred J. Rosenthal
These are the things I want to do
Often before I die:
Walk in the rain with a song
on my lips
Instead of a sigh;
Stroll by the lake while a sil
very moon
Shines radiantly down;
Take the old lover’s lane that
winds out of sight
Of the teeming town.
I want to do the trivial things
That lovers like to do,
Smile at you over sherry wine,
Exchange bon mots with you,
And share a match to light ci-
garets—
Snatching a kiss;
These are the things, heart-
happy things,
That, without you, I miss.
Random Thoughts
With the allied invasion of Italy
a strong possibility we soon will
hear Muuso’s theme song: “Hold
That Tiber! Hold That Tiber!”
Revised Quotations
Large jokes from little A cards
grow.
Amusing Musings
Saw an all-girl professional soft-
ball team play over the week-end.
Never have I seen so many curves
in one game.
It’s a Strange War
The other day I saw a tough
top sergeant getting a manicufte.
Sudden Thoughts
Maybe we’ll have to wait until
the next world for world peace.
Diana’s So Big Heatred
FOR RENT—On Monday night
only. My boy friend, who is the
son of a butcher, nephew of a cof
fee planter, handsome, 4-F, ’ and
owns four new tires and a C card.
Only security asked is your right
arm.—(An ad appearing in a
recent daily newspaper and sign
ed by a girl, Diana .)
Pet Peeve
To grab a tube out of the dress
er drawer, smear the tooth brush
generously—and get a mouthful of
shaving cream.
ETSTC To Present
Series of Programs
COMMERCE, Texas,—As the
opening number on its regular
summer schedule of lyceum pro
grams, East Texas State Teach
ers College presented Miss Mary
Hutchinson, gifted young Amer
ican actress, in a series of Drama
tic Portraits at 8 p. m. Monday
June 28, in the college auditorium.
Miss Hutchinson, a graduate of
the New York School of the Thea
ter and the John Murray Ander-
son-Robert Milton School, has ex
perience with Broadway produuc-
tions, summer stock theater
groups, theatrical tours over the
country and radio shows over
national hookups.
Circling the Field
Squadron III
Another interesting week of
school has flown by for Squadron
III. For many it Is an initation to
College work, while for others it
is the old story of schedules, tests
and grades.
Saturday was the first week-end
for the issuance of passes for us.
Bizzell Hall looked like a haunted
house over the week-end except for
a few remaining ghosts who were
either married or financially embar
rassed.
“Squadron III looked fine in t’
review Saturday and if we don’t
win the streamers this time,
we never will,” were the words of
the Squadron Commander after the
review.
New posts held for many are the
athletic directorship jobs of each
academic flight. Wednesday proved
during the Physical rating fitny
a headache and a backache for
many during the Physical rating
fitness tests—somehow we all man
aged to survive.
Comments are still going around
about what a fine place A. & M.
is and especially the Air Corps
Detachment. In case there are any
disatisified members, they should
keep this one thought in mind:
There are thousands of men on the
battle fronts who would glady
trade anyone his rifle, hard ground
and field rations, for his text books,
steak dinners and bed here. So
wen, let’s keep on the beam and
just to show you we are not angry
ar griping, we offer the following
poem (?);
July 4th. Day of Independence,
Means much to us all.
July 1st means more so,
For its Air Corps Pay Day call!
BOWDS
Another Jap Atrocity
By George A. Martin
(Editor’s note: The following
story appeared in Reader’s Di
gest and is written by Gwen Dew,
a correspondent for the Detroit
News in Hong Kong when the
Japs invaded the city in 1941. This
incident was related to her by
British nurses who survived the
ordeal and were thrown into the
same concentration camp with her
until she was repatriated in 1942.
We recommend that you read
this and then stop and think
awhile about just what kind of
monsters we are fighting.)
Japanese and British soldiers
had been fighting for hours in the
vicinity of St. Stephens College.
More than 3,000 bodies of dead
Japanese carpeted the area before
the outnumbered British finally
retreated to Fort Stanley, half a
mile away.
The College had been turned in
to an emergency hospital, and it
was filled with Canadian, Scotch,
British and Indian troops. A Red
Cross flag emblazoned its non
belligerent status.
Suddenly a group of exhausted
young Canadian soldiers burst into
the hospital.
“The Japs are nearly here—you’d
better evacuate!” they shouted.
The British doctgr in charge,
Colonel Black, remained calm.
“We can’t do that,” he said. “Too
many badly hurt men here. Be
sides, we’re a Red Cross hospital,
and everything will be all right.
But you’d better move on, because
if they find unwounded soldiers
here it might make a difference.
Sorry, boys.”
The Canadians saluted. “Right
you are, sir. We’ll carry on.” They
hurried away.
Through the building moved the
whisper like a swelling tide: “The
Japs are coming!” “The Japs are
coming!” THE JAPS ARE COM
ING!”
Outside, dawn was dusting the
sky with coral and gold. It was
Christmas morning. On came the
Japanese, mad with the moment
of victory.
Colonel Black went to the door
of the hospital, put his arms
across it, and stood there until the
enemy was a few feet away.
“This is a Red Cross hospital,”
he said, motioning to the big flag
with its symbol of mercy. A Japa
nese soldier plunged his bayonet
through the elderly doctor.
The second doctor in charge,
Captain Whitney, stepped forward.
“This is a hospital! Don’t you see
the Red .” His upraised arm
dropped as a bayonet slashed into
his body, and as he lay crumpled
on the floor other bayonets were
plunged into him.
Then the British nurses, who
stood quietly at their posts, wit
nessed a sickening slaughter of the
wounded and helpless soldiers.
Laughing and shouting, the Japa
nese ripped bandages from torn
chests, from stumps of bloody
arms and legs, then bayoneted
their victims. There was nothing
the nurses could do but move to
the men when the Japs left them
—dying and dead. Before the Japa
nese were sated, 52 soldiers had
been hacked to death.
The yellow men now turned to
the nurses. “Line up,” the leader
yelled. “All of you. There.”
“March.”
The little line of nurses, their
white uniforms now red stained,
were hustled into a nearby office,
prodded by flicking bayonets.
“You three, come.” The smirk
ing soldiers in the lead grabbed
at the uniforms, tearing them from
white soldiers as they shoved the
women into a small room. After
being raped one woman was killed
with a bayonet and her body thrown
beneath a clump of bushes outside.
All day, all night the bestial
scene went on. The nurses were
numb with terror, as countless
Japanesse violated them.
Then the Japanese moved on.
(Remember this when your turn
comes to fight and show no mercy
or no quarter. Think this over now
and above all be sure to HATE
YOUR ENEMY. Editor.)
Back From Furlough
- - He Wants a Pass
LEAVENWORTH, Kan.,—Could
he please have a three-day pass,
asked Cpl. Leslie Victor—so he
could recover from his ten-day
furlough ?
He scrubbed floors of his fami
ly’s new home the first five days,
he complained, end the last five
days he labored as a volunteer
fighting a flood at Kansas City.
Service Record
A/S George A. Martin
By A/S Martin E. Ismert, Jr.
A/S James R. Andrews of Squad
ron III was born in Amarillo, Tex
as March 6, 1919, three years lat
ter moved with his family to
Washington, D. C., where he at
tended the McKinley High School.
James was the president of his
freshman class, production-stage
manager for school plays, Cadet
First Sergeant in the R. O. T. C.,
a member of the Cheverons Club,
handled a newspaper column en
titled “Wing Talk” and was a
sharp-shooter on the R. O. T. C.
Rifle Team. Incidentally, this team
wan second place in the United
States for reflemanship at Camp
Perry, Ohio, in the annual Hurst
Trophy Match.
Mr. Andrews is .a fine looking
English-German young man, six
feet, two inches tall, weighs 175
pounds, has brown eyes, black
hair and a fair complexion.
After graduating from high
“J. R.,” as his friends call him,
worked on the National Advisory
Committee for Aeronautics at
Langley Field, West Virginia. In
the meantime, his family moved
to Dallas, so eight months later
J. R. went to work for the Inter
state Theatres at Dallas up un
til the time of his enlistment on
December 28, 1941.
J. R. went to Cheppard Field,
Texas, for his basic training, then
to Brookley Field, Mobile, Ala
bama, in the Cadre of the 29th
Air Depot Group. February 28,
1942, he was transferred to the
Stewart Engine School in New
York City, where he later received
his diploma. He then went back
to Brookley Field, where he was
in charge of an engine test block
section. As J. R. explained it, en
gine testing is very interesting
and at the same time a highly re
sponsible task.
Andrews was then transferred
in July to the Goodyear Tire and
Rubber Company, Akron, Ohio, to
a school for the Installation and
Repair of Self-sealing Fuel Cells,
where he graduated fire weeks
later.
Then J.R. went back to Brookley
Field where he was a crew mem
ber flight testing, and checking
Bomber and Cargo ships. One in
teresting incident was the time
an engine caught fire which
forced a belly landing for plane.
The crew was a little shaken up,
but all the more experienced after
the ordeal.
Andrews was then transferred
to Miami, Florida Eastern Air
Line’s Municipal Air Port to an ad
vanced A. M. Engine School.
While there, he made two trips
to South America, one to Natal
and one to Rio. On one return
trip, his cargo plane carried a
precious load of 15,000 pounds of
coffee. He was flight engineer
on the trips.
All this time J. R. was a cor
poral. After returning to Brook
ley once again, he applied for
Aviation Cadet training, was ac
cepted, then sent to Jefferson
Barracks, Missouri, for processing.
then again to Sheppard Field
where he attended school and went
through Aviation Cadet basic
training. From Sheppard Field
J. R. has come to College Station.
His prime interests in life are
to make a success of his present
training and to be happily mar
ried to a sweet little lass in Mo
bile, Alabama. His life’s ambition
is to sail the world in a small ves-
sell alone. His hobby is model
building, while he dislikes yellow
dresses on women and girls who
smoke and drink in public. He
likes good sports, reading and
Bette Davis movies. His idol of
Aviation is Amelia Earhart, whom
he still believes is livinb some
where today.
James is serious minded, pos
sesses a fine sense of responsi
bility and judgment, is quite and
easy mannered. He is also a de
vout Catholic, an excellent con
versationalist and First Sergeant
of Squadron III. We wish A/S
James R. Andrews all the success
and happiness in the world and
know his two prime interests in
life will come true.
Westminister college is in its
nintieth year.
Eight state colleges for women
in the south report a decrease
in enrollment of 13 per cent.
A. T. Howard of the coaching
staff of Hampden-Sydney college
is taking marine officers’ train
ing at Quantico.
Bernard Hubbard, Santa Clara
University’s Glacier Priest, thinks
it would be a mistake to force the
Japanese out of Kiska right now,
since Kiska is a “rat trap.”
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