The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, October 12, 1943, Image 4

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WANTED TO BUY—Ladies Bicycle.
Call 4-1168 after 4:30.
FOR RENT—3-Room furnished apart
ment, 3 blocks from east gate. Vacant
now. See Steve Andert at A. & M. Press.
FOR SALE—Five room house.
Park addition. Phone 4-8499.
LOST—Browr goatskin jacket. Reward
for return. Believed to have been left in
Academic Building. R. W. Smith, 1-14,
Boys—If you plan to join the Air Corps,
get some hours now to insure against
“washing out” in the future. Cardwell
Flight Academy, Coulter Field, Phone
Some Aggie left his raincoat at my
place this week. Call by for it, please.—
Loupofs Trading Poet.
The Medical Aptitude Test will be given
on Friday, November 6, 1943, at 2 p.m.,
in the Science Building. The date has been
changed from October 29 as announced
earlier. All premedical students who have
not previously taken this test should do so.
It is one of the requirements for en
trance into medical school.
In order that the number of test forms
necessary may be determined, it is de
sired that each premedical student who
expects to take the test will sign his
name on the sheet entitled “Premedical
Aptitude Test” and posted near the door
of Room 13, Science Building. This order
for test forms will be sent in on Satur-
Trimming Tabs
Squadron I
day, October 9.
G. E. Potter
Premedical Adviser
The war has interferred with the regu
lar activities of the United Science Club
and no local contest will be attempted dur
ing the present semester. The program
of the collegiate division of the Texas
Academy of Science, however, will be
attempted as usual. For that reas
hobby of any scientific subject would
touch with C. C. Doak, Room 26,
Building. The annual meeting of the Tex
as Academy of Science will be in Aus
tin, Texas, November 11, 12, and 13.
.tempted as usual. For that reason, any
ndergraduate A. & M. student who has
a hobby of any scientific subject would be
welcomed as a prospective contestant from
& M. Those interested should get in
ch with C. C. Doak, Room 26, Science
Executive Offices
The President’s Office has a Red Sen
ior Duofold pen which
>ld pen
Parker Pen Co., for re;
for within the next wei
returned to the Parker Pen Co.
to the
epairs. If not called
for within the next week this pen will be
was sent to tht
airs. If
Squadron II
The latest dope from the Squad
ron II men on passes has not as yet
made its way to Yours Truly, so
we’ll give you a substitution for
a good cause this week, and be in
there pitching with hot news next
issue. The following article is a
reprint from Camp Chaffee “Ar-
You don’t have to buy ’em Bub.
When the boys with the bars give
you a pep talk, you can crawl in a
corner and say: “Well, that’s one
thing that shavetail can’t make me
do.” And, bub, you’d be right.
But ....
Only one $25 war bond will buy
17 steel helmets (and you might
find a steel helmet mighty handy
one of these days.)
Only $18.75 invested in Uncle
Sam means 98 more first aid pack
ets available when you’re out on
the battlefield.
Only a bond a month will buy
you, as a soldier, three gas masks.
The boys with the bars probably
pointed out all the patriotic mo
tives for buying bonds. So, let’s
skip that. Let's look at it selfish
More War Bonds mean more
fighting equipment. More fighting
material means a better opportuni
ty for you sooner to return home
safely. You, as a soldier, on an in
vasion beach-head, have a better
The latest dirt hasn’t come off
of pass yet so we’ll delay the Do
rothy Dix side of Social Activities
until the next issue. A very inter
esting item has come to our atten
tion and we would like to print in
our Squadron Column this time.
The following article is a News
Release from Special Service Sta
tion, Hqs., AAF Training Com
mand, Fort Worth, Texas:
Brotherhood Of Battle
There is a brotherhood of bat
tle that only men who have faced
the enemy together can know. In
the Army Air Forces we speak
of a mission to Rabaul .... a
mission to Lorient .... a mis
sion to Cagliari. Our combat teams
walk casually to their bombers or
fighters. Airborne as squadrons,
they cross the harbor, they vanish
behind the hill, they disappear in
to the horizon.
They have gone to fight the Hun
and the Jap. The janitor’s son, the
plumber’s nephew, the lawyer’s
kid brother .... farmer boy,
city boy, American boys together
. . . . plunge like dauntless voy
agers over the rim of the earth.
They enter a world halfway be
tween life and death. Its wind is
fire. Its rain is steel. Its sounds
like thunder. Its colors are gray
flash and purple blood. It is the
world of the soldier at work . . .
and even the soldiers falter when
they speak of it.
For this man-made Hell is a
searing, purging test of will and
heart and brain. There is fever in
the eyes and a blizzard on the
bones. Privates, sergeants, captains
and colonels must answer the same
question: “How shall my comrades
think of me when this is finished,”
The petty irritations of rank and
discipline do not matter now. Was
my officer too harsh with me, Did
my men seem too slow to learn?
Now the iron storm is raging. My
officer leads me well! My men have
learned their hard-taught lessons.
Forward now together! Bomb the
city .... strafe the trench ....
blast the enemy out of the sky.
Mission completed.
And then the mabic silence after
combat, when men look at one
another with red-rimmed eyes and
grimy smiles .... and know
they have become a little band of
brothers in the stern fraternity of
war. Out of the horor and hate
they come. Back to the home field
they fly. Yes, there is a brother
hood of battle .... and a love
that only they can ever under
stand. It shall go with them down
the years and each group will have
its own immortal password . . .
Wake .... Midway .... Guadal
canal .... Tunis .... Lorient
. . . . Rome .... Berlin ....
James L. Anderson .'. Edltor-in-Chief I
A1 Lorenretti Managing Editor
Jack Persky Associate Editor
Odell Hawkins Associate Editor
Dana Green Associate Editor
A1 Loren setti ...Sports Editor I
F. W. Hennessee Staff Artist
Woddrow W. Harris Squadron I Editor
F. W. Yeutter Squadron II Editor
R. F. Smith Squadron III Editor
Faine A. Carson Squadron V Editor
Reporters: Joseph W. Tiffenbach, Frank
J. Stiles, Joseph Cantor, William Rabin,
William R. Fitzegerald, Edward F. Calla
Squadron V
chance of survivial if your air um
brella fills the sky hour after hour.
You, as a machine-gunner in an
advanced post, will have a better
chance of beating off attacks if
you do not have to grudge each
bullet from a dwindling ammuni
tion box.
And one tank alone is a dead
duck to a squad of well-trained
You don’t have to buy ’em, bub.
But wise says if you do, you’ll be
coming home sooner and to some
thing besides a few bucks saved
from your last GI poker game.
If you want to buy it
If you want to sell it
. . . . SEELOUPOrS
‘Trade With Lou — He’s Right With You”
Good evening Mr. and Mrs. North
America and all the ships at sea
let’s go to press: Flash!!—First in
War, First in Peace and First to
razz his fellow man,—that is our
studious Mr. Picard, first sergeant
of Squadron V. Verily I say unto
ye, Thou shalt do unto others as
thou would havest them do unto
you, so Mister Picard it is nigh
time you let this old gander get
some good out of razzing. What is
good razzing for the goose is good
razzing for the gander you know.
Why has Mr. Picard been batting
his brains out against the wall each
evening? Why has Mr. Picard de
pended upon Mr. Johnson to work
his physics problems for him while
he stared dreamily out the win
dow? Why? Why? At last we
know!! Mrs. Picard will you take
your excited husband under your
control and tell him to relax that
everything is all right now that
you are here ?
A/S Herbert Lancaster was a
victim of a pleasant surprise this
week end. It isn’t everyday a Mis
ter has a birthday, is it, Herg?
Especially with a surprise birth
day party. I hear the boys at P. E.
are planning up a belt line party,
so verily I say unto you that if
some person asketh thy age, say
unto him “only one decade.”
During the absence of our Squad
ron V. Editor I have a chance to
give you a bit of dirt on him. Pho
tographs, fingerprints, and women
(who said that!!!!) don’t lie. Did
you see the picture of Mr. Carson,
Mr. Aryes, and his Navy brother
David Aryes with those “eye-
some” Dallas Belle’s? Push in my
clutch and call me shiftless. Guess
that is one pair of Stoo-dents who
don’t need help getting feminine
companionship for the Wing Ball.
Mr. Walter PEACOCK!! What
ever is the idea of wearing your
wife’s finger nail polish on your
toe nails. That is just too, too
cute! “So touching.” Take over
Mrs. Peacock before we kid him to
death, bring out the polish re
Instead of seeing black spots be
fore his eyes, Mr. Picton is seeing
wedding bells. Not much longer,
Mr. Picton. The first of January
will see “Shirley” wearing a Mrs.
in front of her name.
Hold up your right hand. Do you
swear to tell the whole truth and
nothing but the truth so help your
lying soul ? ? ? ? “I do.” Gentle
men this man, A/S Homer Stanart
is here to be tried for ” “Guilty
your honor. On Sunday morning
I was walking down Main Street in
Dallas looking like someone who
had been sent for and couldn’t go,
stepping all over my chin. But
don’t beat me, I’ll be a Bombard
ier,” confessed Mr. Stanart.
Mr. Baird and Mr. Woods were
guest of the Young Family in
Dallas this week-end for a birth
day party. “Confoosing but amoo-
sing” said the pair as they spoke
of the two dates they had.—Twins
I presume. Daughters of a Colonel
at that.
From the Dallas Teletype we
have rumors of a three-man inva
sion. A/S Baker, Scanga, and
Maynard Christenson (the U.S.O.
Commandos.) What is the matter?
Your old stomping ground at Na-
vasota play out??????
Mr. Lovstad exactly how long
does it take you and Mr. Lancaster
to run the 1.6?????
So until next time readers I re
main your Texas A. & M. corres
pondent wishing you so long and
with “notions of love,’’ at ease.
Education Program
For Labor Started
NEW YORK, N. Y.—The war
has hit a hard blow at the nation’s
schools, educators attending the
twenty-third annual meeting of the
National Education association
Thousands of teachers have left
their school work to take higher
paying war jobs, while other thou
sands are in the armed forces. An
official report by the association
predicted an estimated shortage of
75,000 this fall
Wing News
Good morning Beavers. This is
sue we begin reminding all the
Beavers of the Detachment, of the
forthcoming Wing Ball, October
Our roving reporters have
brought back stories of the Bea
ver’s ability to match wits with the
beauties from the far corners of
Texas. So ther should be a number
of men who have already filled
their little black book (with pink
lace) (how did that get in there?)
up with a date for that night so
that gives the others a fair chance
at the Stag Line. Come on some
of you who haven’t got dates, you
shouldn’t have trouble getting one.
Not from some of the results of
Beaver Social Activity that we
print for you fellows. So remem
ber, fellows, get the leg muscles
loose for the rug cutting on the
Again we print a retraction; A
number of people have asked, “Who
is it that writes ‘Service Record’?”
Mr. Odell Hawkins is the author
of that column. By typographical
error it has been given the by-line
of Mr. Robert P. Damsky, for the
last few issues.
The entire Detachment deserves
congratulations for the military
precision with which they carried
out Saturday’s Review. Several fa
vorable comments were passed by
visiting officers and officers of
other branches stationed here.
Mr. Donald Richter, of Squad
ron IV, received the telegram last
night informing him that he is the
proud father of a 6 pound, 15
ounce baby girl. Little Janet or
Donna Jean (the name is not defi
nite yet) arrived at 10:00 p. m.,
October 9, 1943.
Mrs. Donald Richter resides at
625 East 76 Place, Los Angeles,
The entire Detachment joins in
wishing the three of you lots of
happiness, and in congratulating
you both, Mr. and Mrs. Donald
8 Minutes a Day
Spell Difference
In Life of Death
A brief study of airplane acci
dent statistics enables us to come
up with some N rather unexpected
Of these facts two stand out
more especially significant to
young pilots who have a definite
interest in becoming old pilots
Here they are, lads!
Fact No. 1: Nearly 70% of all
accidents have been attributed to
some form of pilot error.
Fact No. 2: Over 80% of all ac
cidents occur during landings, take
offs or while taxing.
Now if we scramble those two
facts • and examine the result we
find more than half of the acci
dents occur because pilots make er
rors while in the process of going
away from or returning to terra
firma or while getting from one
place to another on the ground.
Someone with a penchant for
figures uncovers the further infor
mation that a pilot averages two
take-offs and two landings a day
over the course of his training pe
riod. Time required for these four
operations: eight minutes per day?
A mighty small piece of time but
a mighty important one, too! A
time in which, if you “dope off”
for a fraction of a second you dou
ble your chances of getting to
know some pretty nurses or even
having the undertaker get to know
It is a time, on the other hand,
to keep in a “state of super-alert
ness.” A time to use the proper
amount of power on take-off. To
watch your airspeed on landing
and hit the first third of the run
way. A time to anticipate by check
ing everything in advance, your
plane, engines, and instruments.
A time, in short, to work very,
very hard at the job of becoming
a veteran pilot.
From “The Tale Spinner,” SAAC
Service Record
By Odell Hawkins
Mr. John Marsch was born in
Farmington, Minn., where he spent
the first six years of his life. From
there he moved to Minneapolis
which is about twenty-two miles
away. He attended both the grade
and high schools in that city, de
scribing himself as an “average
student.” As a youngster he was
interested in baseball, playing on
the high school nine; and in model
airplane building. His early ambi
tion was to be a radio operator
on a Clipper. (I imagine he would
rather fly one now.) After he gra
duated from high school in 1934
he worked as salesman for a bake
ry until his enlisted men in army
December 16, 1941. He applied and
and was assigned to Ai rCorps, ta
king his basic at Sheppard Field
and Jefferson Barracks. From
there he went to radio school at
Scott Field. After his training at
Scott Field he worked on the line
as a radio operator mechanic at
Hamilton Field, California. His
next stop was Fort Dix where he
spent two weeks taking overseas
training. He finally turned up in
At first he was on detached ser
vice, but when the Eagle Squadron
was incorporated into the U. S.
Army Air Force, he was assigned
to it. He next attended Crypto
graphers School at Oxford, after
which he worked as a cryptograph
er in the Eagle Squadron. The air
field at which he was stationed
was a pre-war field. At its dedica
tion Hermann G'oering was the
principle speaker. The morale at
the field was very good. The men
there considered it a privilege to
stand retreat, even those who were
excused came out to salute the
Flag as it came down. They re
ceived excellent treatment. Fur
loughs were granted every three
In Mr. Marsh’s opinion the Eng
lish pilot and fighting is very
good, but the pilots of the occu
pied countries were the best. The
pilots of the Polish Airforce used
Hurricanes with reinforced wings.
Whenever they ran out of ammu
nition they would continue fight
ing, knocking off the tail of ene
my ships with their wings.
After nine months with the Ea
gle Squadron he was sent back to
the United States. He made the
trip back on a prison ship, and
docked in New York. From New
York he proceeded to B. T. C. No.
10 at Greensboro, North Carolina.
He left Greensboro October 3 and
arrived at Texas A. & M. on Octo
ber 5. Here he and the rest of
Squadron III have spent the first
week getting orientated and pra-
paring for the things to come.
Hedge Hopping
Squadron IV
This week sees the end of flight
instruction for Squadron IV. From
reports received from those who
were given their final check ride
the latter part of last week, the
pilots are pretty well in the groove.
So, you see, winning ribbons is
not the only thing Squadron IV is
adapted for. Up to this writing,
there have been only two forced
landings, during the period of in
struction. Crash Pilot Parker had
the first of the two. His “crack-
up” was due to a broken crank
shaft, and resulted in no damage
to either plane or pilots. “Crash”
Nellessen had the misfortune of
his engine conking at three hun
dred feet last Friday. Slight da
mage was done to the ship, but
the pilots were only shaken up a
bit. Of course, there were a few
close calls, but due to the careful
guidance of the instructors, acci
dents were prevented.
Talk about cigars; they sure
have been floating around the
Squadron IV dorm lately. We even
saw a big cigar walking down Mili
tary Walk this morning, and right
behind it was Mister Richter, talk
ing proudly of his new family
addition. Can you name anything
that Squadron IV isn’t good at?
Practically the entire squadron
took advantage of passes this last
weekend. Yours truly used this
privilege to very good advantage,
and from reports received so far,
a jam-up good time was enjoyed
over the week end by most of the
Mister Rimmer journeyed to Dal
las to attend a birthday party as
guest of the Young family, and re
ports a most enjoyable time.
Mister Woods makes it down
Houston way, and tells us that he
had too many women even for a
Squadron IV man to handle. It
seems that he had a date with one,
and then makes a date with ano
ther. But, wait, that’s not all—he
hadn’t been in town more than ten
minutes, when number three “picks
him up” and naturally expects a
date. Gee, it must be that magne
tic personality.
The Bachelor’s Club in Squad
ron IV is losing another good mem
ber this week. This itme, it’s Mister
R. C. Higginbotton, who reports the
big date is set for Saturday. The
lucky gal is Miss Betty Steiner of
Santa Monica, California. Here’s
a wish for all the happiness in the
world to you folks.
Has anyone noticed the bright
shiny spot developing on Sam (cue
ball) Schneidmiller’s dome? Mis
ter Parola called our attention to
it, and we want to be sure everyone
takes notice. By the way, Mister
Schneidmiller is counting big on
a trip to Dallas next week on that
pass. Remember, Samuel, don’t
take a chance, take a (censored.)
Hanger Flying
Squadron III
We would like to take this oppor
tunity to introduce some of the
members of Squadron III. First,
Mr. John Marsh who spent 13
months in England doing radio and
cryptographic work. Nine months
of this time he served with the
famed Eagle Squadron. There is
one thing, however, that puzzles
the entire squadron. Mr. Marsh is
as Irish as they come and how he
did so well with the English dames
has us all wondering—a little- en-
lightment please, Mr. Marsh.
Among our miniture squadron,
we have the Mayers twins—Messrs.
Joe and Morton. They are as much
alike as two peas in a pod and are
Mr. L. W. Patterson and Mr. M.
C. Smith are rubbing their rabbit
feet, or are they? They both took
the cadet examination some nine
months ago but were transferred
immediately thereafter and were
shipped quite a few times during
the next eight months. When their
cadet papers finally caught them,
they were sitting at the POE
awaiting shipment to England.
Glad to have you with us, gentle
Squadron III as an unit would
like to express its appreciation at
having been selected to attend
school here at A. & M. It is es
pecially gratifying to know we
have a man of Capt. Hill’s calibre
as Commanding Officer.
It may take us a little time to
get ’’trimmed” up but we will be
in there pitching for those rib
bons they dish out on Saturday at
review . . . . Okay our chin is
out, let’s go.
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