The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, August 26, 1943, Image 3

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    THURSDAY MORNING, AUGUST 26, 1943
THE BATTALION
PAGE 3
Hedge Hopping
Squadron IV
At last the question about heart
murmer has been settled and may
we hear the last of it. Lt. Ser
geant has made an extensive in
quiry about the matter and the
column Heart Murmer carries the
full details. Some of the men in
Squadron 4 had been a little wor
ried that it might affect their be
ing classified at SAACC, so fel
lows, rest at ease.
You would be surprised at the
number of men who are not phy
sically fit, who would give their
right arm to be where you fellows
are. You had to pass a physical,
just to get past your draft board,
that some of our great men in
history couldn’t pass. For example:
They would get George Washing
ton for false teeth, Bismark
couldn’t get in because of being
overweight, Napoleon couldn’t make
a pilot because of ulcers of the
stomach, they would get General
Grant for alcoholism, Julius Caesar
for epilepsy, Horatio Nelson only
had one arm and one eye and
Kaiser Wilhelm had a withered
arm. So you see how fortunate
you are to be “all here,” and it is
up to the P. E. instructors to see
that you stay all here. So when
you make that last turn on the
1.6 run, just remember that you
are a privileged group. Civilian
life is rougher now, believe me,
probably than you have it here.
Since shoe rationing, word comes
that a thug pushed a civilian in a
dark doorway, pulled a gun and
said, “Put up your feet.”
The other day I was told the
story of the boy who was going
to the YMCA. As he started
across the street, a long black
car swung around the corner and
almost hit the boy. The lady in
the back seat of the car was heard
to say, “Be careful, Harold, you
might ruin a tire!”
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U II NEWS
Spotlight on Sports
By A/S W. D. West
Since Squadron II has a game of
touch — football scheduled with
Squadron III for Thursday even
ing we would like to introduce some
of their experienced material. A/S
Frank Stern who is in charge of
the group says he has plenty of
boys to pick from and they all
seem to be plenty beefy. The boys
are a bit rusty as yet due to the
lack of practice but they intend
to be in tip top shape for the game
Thursday.
To head the list we have Mr.
Joe Total a letterman of Fordham
University, having earned his let
ter at this distinguished football
school we are assured that Mr.
Total has plenty on the ball. In
addition there are many boys with
considerable high school experience,
Mr. Hoffman of Chicago, Madaris
of Dallas, Texas, Gotcher of San
Angelo, Texas, Sage of Wagoner,
Okla., Whitney of Baltimore, Md.
and Mr. Stern of Deleware. The
Squadron is pointing to the game
Thursday with a mighty wicked
eye and you can bet your Maytag’s
motor that they are going to be
plenty rough on their opponents.
Squadron Ill’s Super-Duper vol
leyball team is still hard at work
during their practice sessions, they
are also anxiously awaiting any
challenge from whomever might
be concerned in a fast round. Mr.
Clauser still predicts that he has
a club that can stand up to the
best. These boys would be more
than pleased to receive a challenge
in the very near future.
The Detachment All-Star Softball
team remained idle during this
past week due to the fact that it
would be impossible to schedule
games since the players of Squad
ron II are away on leave at the
present, they hope to quickly get
on the field as soon as the Lucky
Squadron II men get back from
leave.
Ceiling Zero
A/S George A. Martin
Your reporter has finally sprout
ed wings. After my first two trips
off of terra firm a I have become
a thorough aviation enthusiast.
The bus sped into the parking
lot at the field and we crowded
out, craning our necks to get a
look at the planes we were to fly.
Our flight leader lined us up in
front of the Operations Building
and we met our Instructors. Mr.
Chapman, the Instructor to whom
I was assigned led me out on the
field and explained how to check
the plane over before flight. At
last the moment came when I was
told to get in the cockpit, my knees
were shaking and my heart was in
my mouth for this was to be my
first flight. All the stories that I
had heard about air sickness came
back to me. I even found myself
looking around for Gremlins and
especially for Finefinellas, the fe
male of the species. Sudenly I was
awakened from my dreaming as
the ship began to move. Down the
runway we reached and before I
had time to be afraid we had taken
to the air and I experienced the
most thrilling sensation of my
life, the sensation of floating. We
seemed detached from everything
that was earthly as we soared
higher into the pureness of the
sky. Gone were all the drab and
dreary things that one encounters
on the ground, and in their place
was the soft blueness of the sky
and the pure whiteness of the
clouds. I am completely convinced
that there is nothing to equal
it that can be had on the ground.
A word of praise should be given
to the Instructors at Easterwood
Field for the patience and under
standing that they show to each
student. I would like to take this
opportunity to. personally thank
Mr. Chapman for the patience he
has shown me. To the members
of Squadron Three; these Instruc
tors deserve your respect and the
utmost in courtesy so lets show
them that we deserve to be called
gentlemen.
Jack E. Shaw Editor-in-chief
Alan E. Goldsmith Managing Editor
Max E. Stump Associate Editor
George A. Martin Associate Editor
Fred J. Rosenthal Associate Editor
Joseph E. Platt Sports Editor
Max E. Stump Squadron 2 Editor
Martin E. Ismert, Jr. Squadron 3 Editor
W. D. West Squadron 4 Editor
James L. Anderson Squadron 5 Editor
Heart Murmurs
By George A. Martin
During the past few weeks we
have heard many rumors emanat
ing from letters received from for
mer students of this detachment.
One of the most persistent of these
is the rumor that Heart Murmers
are predominant among former
students due to the strenous Phy
sical Education Program received
at this station. Upon investiga
tion we received the following, in
formation from Post Surgeon at
Classification.
“There are very few cases of
Heart Murmer developing at this
post. In any case the number is
not excessive. I do not believe that
your cross country course is to
strenous and it causes no harm.
In fact, .your graduate training
of these boys during the time that
you have built them up suf
ficiently to meet the very strenous
program given at our Preflight
School. We wish to thank you for
your deep interest in this matter
and feel that your program is a
great contribution to their physical
welfare.”
Wing News
Welcome to the new Squadron
V who landed at College Station
Monday evening on Military Walk
between Bizzell and Hart Halls.
The new Squadron has been hous
ed in the former Squadron V’s
quarters. V”
There was a noticeable predom
inance of wings, ribbons, metals,
and awards such as the Purple
Heart and so forth among the
new men as they lined up on the
walk after weary bus ride from
their last station. There was also
a lack of the usual radios which
accompany incoming Squadrons.
The 308th Detachment Band was
on hand for the welcome as usual.
The Sqaudron V—Aviation Stu
dents James L. Anderson and
James D. Thomas.
Asked about Texas A. & M. Mr.
Anderson replied—“it’s a hell of a
lot better than North Africa!”
The new men were surprised at
the “layout” here and know they
will like it very much.
Our Impressions
Of A. & M.
By A/S Janies D. Thomas
CLEANING, PRESSING
ALTERATION
Lauterstein’s
The boys that make up Squad
ron V rose early Monday morn
ing and bade farewell to ole’ Shep
pard Field. “Where were we go
ing?” Latrine Generals said Tex-
'as A. & M., so Texas A. & M. it
was.
On the way down two of our
buses had flats, one broke down
and numerous other things held
us up. But here we are and do we
like Texas A. & M.? Just ask
any A/S and hear what he has to
say.
Well, frankly we expected to
hear “You’ll Be Sorry” echoing all
over the campus, but instead, we
heard friendly hello’s. And that
band playing the Air Corps song,
Oh, it made cold chills run up and
down your back. We expected to
be called G. I.’s and a few unmen
tionables but they called us “Gen
tlemen,” and addressed us as
“Mister.” We were astounded! We
came here to be pushed around but
instead they treated us as “gentle
men”. We weren’t used to that.
‘Gentlemen’ sounded purty good.
It made you feel good, like you
were somebody for a change.
The food! Oh! the food. It was
delicious! I think some of the fel
lows made themselves sick eating
so much. After all, they hadn’t
“eaten” since they had first arriv
ed at Sheppard Field.
But seriously the fellows here
are on the ball and we all like it
fine. We consider ourselves lucky
to be here.
The fellows in Squadron V are
instilled with an eagerness to get
started. We have a goal to attain
and we expect to reach that goal.
From now on, take notice. Squad
ron V will be called The Eager
Beavers. Am I right Squadron V?
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| Watch Dog of the
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Aero Antics
By Martin E. Ismert, Jr.
Since the majority of us hope to
be pilots soon, let’s endeavor to
learn a little something before
hand about instruments.
The Gyro-Horizon
Gyro-Horizon, pilot’s bad-weath
er friend, offers the flyer a direct
indication of altitude and course
of his plane in “zero-zero” weath-
ed, just as though he were out in
the open with a sharp, clear hori
zon. Using a miniature plane and
a gyro-actuated horizon bar, Gyro-
horizon tells whether plane is bank
ing, climbing, gliding, or flying
level—even though there is no
visual contact with the ground or
horizon. Obeying the principle of
“rigidity”, the gyro maintains its
spinning axis regardless of the
movements of the plane. An indi
cation from the gyro is picked up
and brought around to face of the
instrument by a horizon bar. If
the plane is in a climb, the hori
zon bar tilts downward to a pro
portionate degree below the tiny
fixed plane. If the plane banks
left, the horizon tilts upward on
the left, thus causing the minia
ture plane to have left-wing be
low level.
The Altimeter
The Altimeter determines the al
titude at which an airplane is
flying. Because it indicates al
titude by measuring atmospheric
pressure it is similar to an aneroid
barometer. It is the prime instru
ment used to maintain level flight.
Its operation is generally similar
to that of any basic presure-act-
uated instrument. The heart of the
altimeter is the diaphram which
is evacuated and sealed. There is a
device which enables the pilot by
the station barometer in the par
ticular zone of operation, thereby
maintaining safe altitude.
In the next issue, well describe
a few more instruments, so it would
be a good idea to clip these articles
and put them in your flight note
book for reference.
The Tailspinner
By W. D. West, Jr.
The Blessed Event
The odds were up twenty to one
on twins and ten to one that it
would be a boy and “Red” Run-
kle was really sweating it out. His
room was taking on the appearance
of a bookie joint. Leonard D. Run-
kle was going to have a baby or,
that is, his wife was going to have
a baby and every one in the ramp
was anxious to know if it was
going to be a boy or a girl. That’s
what the wagers were about.
Red” was sure, as every one else
was, that it was going to be a
boy. He even had a name for it:
Jimmy Daniel Dunkle. It was going
to have red hair (as ’yo can plain
ly see) and when it was fourteen,
it was going to play the “licorice
stick,” like his dad (thats the clar
inet).
As the day drew near when
Jimmy Daniel would make his de
but, the fellows would pass reg-
ularily by the room and ask, “Any
thing new “Red”, and Red would
tell them no and the next day
it was the same.
Finally it happened! August 23
was the day. The telegram came
and with trembling hands Red
opened it. So many were pushing
to look at the message he could
hardly make out the words. Final
ly, as the telegram settled a little,
Red made out the letter G-I-R-L.
It was like receiving the message
from Garcia. Well, Red thought,
girls aren’t so bad, in fact, skirts
always had sort of attracted him.
(I hope hope his wife doesn’t read
this).
After everything had* quieted
down, Red still had babies on his
mind when he brought me this
fish baby story. It went something
like this: “So you see,” concluded
the biology professor, “the female
fish deposits her eggs, the male
fish comes along and fertilizes
them, and later the little fish are
hatched.”
One of the girls held up her
hand. “You mean, Professor, that
the father and mother fish—that
they—that before that nothing hap
pens ?”
“Nothing,” said the professor,
“which doubtles explains the ex
pression, ‘Poor fish’ ”.
MARINES
Let Us Do Your Alterations
Lauterstein’s
Circling the Field
Squadron III
By the time you Gentlemen of
Squadron III read this, we will be
in our fourth day of flying. I
would say the morale of the men
has been boosted another 100%
since we have taken to the air.
It is a favorite pasttime of the
men to convene in each other’s
rooms after evening mess and ela
borate of such fantastic tales which
now follows a sample of a typi
cal crosssection of conversation.
“ . . . I didn’t believe it when my
instructor told me we were up-
sidedown until I released my safety
belt for a minute” . . . “my in
structor told me to be sure to check
the engine-mounting bolts, for it
would be embarrassing to lose the
power plant in the air.” . . . “when
the star-board wing came off —I
asked my instructor what to do
next!” ... “I like the type of
planes that we are flying very
much, but they vibrate a little
when I fire both wing cannon at
the same time!” ... “I got another
Zero today!” . . . “so I stopped
the plane at 4500 and fixed the flat
tire” . . . “Hey, Mister! Did you
lose your cookies today?” . . . .
“so you’se see id was like dis—the
instructor chews me all to pieces,
see, because I forgot to put down
the landing gear!”—and on in to
the night this goes on unceasingly.
Several new members have been
added to the club, whose motto is,
“he who ejests in a plane, must
obtain a mop and clean up the
same.” A/S L. L. Lombardo sucks
a lemon to help settle his stom
ach; A/S Kenwood M. Jackson
chews gum, while A/S J. Justin
Jordan munches turns for the tum
my. Members of this “bucket and
brush” brigade include McKelvey,
Laemans, Clark, Fragalle and many
others.
The men of Squadron III are
enjoying their new academic
courses, even more so than the pre
vious installment. English, Medical
Aid, and Civil Aeronautics Regula
tions Texts were issued Tuesday.
The innovation of Guard duty
has struck Squadron III. Monday
night, during the first relief, A/S
James R. Marengo was returning
on pass and came within hailing
distance of a guard. “HALT!” was
the command, “who is there?”
Mr. Marengo let fly his hypical
laugh. The guard, without recog
nizing Mr. Marengo’s features,
said: “Pass, Mr. Marengo!” In
cidentally, Mr. Marengo is doing
a splendid job in decorating the
orchestra’s music stands. He’s do
ing the job like it ought to be
done, with the help of his several
men of the Squadron.
We hope that the little side re
marks and humorous incidents
which we write here aren’t taken
in the wrong attitude by some of
you men, as they have been by
one or two of this Squadron. A
little humor ever so often is just
what the doctor ordered, during
these trying and war-torn times.
And now for a little joke—Pant
ing and perspiring, two Irishmen
on a tandem bicycle at last got to
the top of a steep hill. “That was
a stiff climb, Pat,” said Mike.
“Sure it was now,” said Pat, “and
if I hadn’t kept the brake on, we
would have gone backwards.” Bet
ter buy a Bond today and invest
in the good, old U. S. A. See you
again two days nearer VICTORY.
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“EXHAUST”
Squadron V
On August 23, a footlocker, avia
tion B-4 bag, gas mask, and por
table typewriter got off a bus in
front of Hart Hall with a small
cadet’s shoes showing beneath the
load. That is the fellow who is
writing this column now. I know
who I am so why bother telling
you ?
We were greeted in by the band
playing “The Air Corps Song” and
a reception committee. The pleas
ure was unexpected but none the
less appreciated, especially as we
were a bit late.
A journalistic representative of
the “Battalion” met the bus and
asked if I would conduct this col
umn for Squadron Five, so read
ers be patient.
We had a grand time coming
down from Sheppard Field. Es
pecially since we were coming
from Sheppard Field, and getting
started on our Aviation Cadet
training. Our trip was delayed by
a bus break down and a pair of
flats enroute. We changed our
song to, “Coming in on a Rim
and a Spare.” But we did arrive,
that is the main point.
Our group of men are still in
the infant stage as far as the col
lege is concerned for we still do
not know all of it’s customs and
traditions. Hence, our news this
edition will be scanty; but as we
gain a foothold in our progress
through the prescribed college
courses, we will pass on to you
through the “Battalion” the news
of what our group is doing.
We are very new around here
but our group of men have shown
their willingness to cooperate. Al
ready the newcomers to Hart Hall
have felt the air of military cour
tesy, discipline, and precision left
by our predecessors.
This we will promise, we are
out to claim the banners for the
squadron guidon. Squadron Five
has set this objective as a “must.”
A bit of news worthy of men
tion is the fallen countenance of
“Curly” Ayres as the wavy locks
tumbled around his shoulders in
the barber shop. I quote him as
saying, “Unlike Samson, I have
not lost my strength. I’ve still got
it in me to get through here curls
or no curls.”
Another item that has caused
no end of speculation is why this
fellow, Joe Gwazda goes around
with a sign on his back reading,
“Don’t touch—Fragile” and won
dering “where do I belong.”
T/Sgt. Daverman provided the
good humor tonight with a distin
guished military funeral complete
with one each ten gun salute. At
tired in the long black robes of
the ministry, Daverman quitely and
sadly laid his three up and twin
rocker stripes to rest in a' grave
marked by a cold rock.
Another of our barber shop com
mando’s contributes this short verse
in the good humor of the G. I.
haircut situation!
You sit in the chair and hold your
breath
Your face is cold and pale as death
The scissors fly and so does your
hair
Your neck gets red and your skull
gets bare.
You feel a breeze and cough and
sneeze
You’re still alive, boy,—but
Walton Whispers
By Dave and Charlie
BEAT THE HELL out of Bryan
Field!! A few of the Frogs around
the campus have been heard ut
tering these immortal words late
ly. It certainly sounds good, and
if all the freshmen (Fish and
Frogs) would start saying it, the
“Ole Spirit” would come back.
A CORPS BALL is being talked
up around the campus for a near
future date. Sounds like a pretty
good idea, but if anything is to
come of v it the whole corps will
have to give its support. This
means a lot of real work, but
that won’t be very hard for real
Aggies. Talk it up and something
will happen . . . Reveille is still
running for General. She hasn’t
ever let us down, Army, let’s get
that money in those boxes and
make Rev the ranking officer of
this post.
That wonderful Rumor about
three weeks vacation is still the
principal topic of conversation.
Bill Dinerstein and Gerald Kap
lan have talked one of the Frog’s
father’s into giving them a car to
make a trip to California. The
only catch is that they have to
furnish the gas. They figure it
will take between 250 and 300 gal
lons. So far they have about 200 .
. . Then another topic for talk
around this hall is the big Intra
mural Swimming Meet coming up
this week-end. Every company in
Walton ought to be out to win it
from the way they talk. Tiny
Taylor claims he can do a Swan
dive and not even make a ripple
in the water. But Akiba Davis and
“Birdie Houtz” of “F” Ramp ought
to have the best chance in the meet.
They swim more regularly than the
rest of us.
And about them “Fish Heads”—
those poor inmates of dorm 14—
seems like since they have' never
lived with outfits, how could we
call them “P-heads” Fish Heads
seems to suit them to a Tee . . .
Rumor 39, 211: No three week va
cation for the worn out Aggies.
This is a reliable bit of informa
tion from a friend who has a
cousin whose boy friend knows a
fellow who is in a position to know.
RIGHT FACE, Forward March
(in the wrong direction). C. 0.
Harry Roberts, Engineers, is in
dire need of a compass to tell the
directions. Dizzy with all his power
he had his company running all
over the place the other day . . .
Out of B Ramp, not one second
too soon came M. A. Juda with a
(See WALTON, Page 4)
Where’er you go, your friends will
know
Your hair is G. I. cut.
So until next issue I’ll throw
the mixture control into “idle cut
off.”
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