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PAGE 4 THE BATTALION THURSDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 14, 1943 OFFICIAL NOTICES Classified WANTED TO BUY—Ladies Bicycle. Call 4-1168 after 4:30. FOR SALE—Five room house. West Park addition. Phone 4-8499. “washing out” in the future. Cardwell Flight Academy, Coulter Field, Phone 8620F4. The Student Personnel Office is hold ing a Leather coat and a drawing set which was found by the janitor in room 105 of the Academic Building. Wanted permanent and dependable ride from Bryan to College when new time schedule begins. Call 4-4524 or 2-1359. Announcements Some Aggie left his raincoat at my place this week. Call by for it, please.— lx»upot's Trading Post. PREMEDICAL STUDENTS The Medical Aptitude Test will be given on Friday, November 5, 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 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 reasi rgr; a hobby welcomi on, an; undergraduate A. & M. student who ha: y of any scientific subject ltd as a prospective contestant from rho ould be is a prospective contestant from A. & M. Those interested should get in touch with C. C. Doak, Room 26, Science Building. The annual meeting of the Tex as Academy of Science will be in Aus tin, Texas, November 11, 12, and 13. Commandants Office There will be a meeting of the entire student body in Guion Hall at the 11 o’clock period today, Thursday. Classes for all regular students will be suspended at that period. Students in the military units will attend with their units. Others are expected to attend individually. F. C. Bolton, Acting President OFFICE OF THE COMMANDANT Circular No. 51 1. On recommendation of the COMMAN DANT and with the approval of the EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE, those stu dents who desire to attend the foot ball game in Fort Worth between Texas A. & M. and T. C. U. Satur day, October 16, are authorized to leave after their last class on Friday, Octo ber 16, without pass and return not later than 8:30 p.m., Sunday, October 17. 2. Uniform optional (khaki or wool). By order of the COMMANDANT: JOE E. DAVIS Major, Infantry Assistant Commandant Regulation Trench Coats It’s time to choose your Trench Coat . . . stop in and see our com plete assortment. Olive Drab Zelan Pro cessed Trench Coat $5.95 Olive Drab-Oiled Slicker Trench Coats $9.95 to $12.50 Tan Cotton Gabardine Trench Coat with Lining $19.50 Cravanetted Gabardine with removable wool lining $25.00 • Cravanetted Wool Gabar dine — with removable wool lining $39.50 [jQaldropflg “Two Convenient Store*” College and Bryan Trimming Tabs Squadron I Here’s the dirt, fellows, straight from the rear ranks. Way back here the sun is always shining and we are so happy that someone is al ways singing or humming. Mr. Brown is developing a swell voice. Think he plans to go back to Idaho and sing to the potatoes when the war is over. What, aren’t you going to enlist again? Mr. Wheeler, custodian of Flight 12 is very much in the dumps. He whines, “I could have thumbed a ride and still have been late. But I will not be lonesome next Sat urday. The other boys will be out there with me. The only thing to bother is the ten bucks I don’t have now.” Suggestion: See Mr. Marshall ,he will give you an ap pointment. Says he wants to re tire from his duties as Chaplain, for the boys don’t give him any rest. So you had better hurry and see him, Mr. Wheeler. A/S Benis, Callahan, and Matz- ner, The Peep-hole gang, have made lots of friends in the past week ends. They even have speaking ac quaintances over at Bryan Field. Please, Mister Mailman, don’t forget Mr. Estelle. He doesn’t even give us any competition any more at the table; he hurries back to mail call. He’s sweating out the daily account of the progress of that new 1960 football player he has back home. Congratulations, Mr. Estelle, and we all hope he makes All-America. Misters Martin, Lorenzetti, and Klingensmith, in Taylor or let ting time fly by and finding them selves far from home. They came in on a streamlined open air job at the cost of twelve and one half smackeroos. Reasonable, wasn’t it fellows? At least they have no tours for the week-end of the dance, huh Joe. Mr. Levinson in Houston looking for a ten dollar bill. Claimed that the week-end went to fast; he just blow in and was blown right back to the same old grind again. Well, our boys are really send ing out those invitations for the dance this Saturday. Looks as if we can furnish our share of girls for the stag line to murder comes time to roll up the rug. Here’s hoping the week passes quickly and we will have a swell week-end to remember comes this time next week. Hanger Flying Squadron III Wedding bells! Hear ’em? Mr. John Marsh has decided that he no longer desires to continue this life in a peaceful manner. He and Miss Dorothy Siverson will say, “I do” during the holidays “Tur key Day.” Squadron III joins in wishing every happiness for them. Squadron III burst into full size Tuesday with the arrval of the new group of beavers. Welcome into the Squadron III family, gen tlemen, and may your stay be a pleasant one. The new candidates represent some of our far outposts. For ex ample, we have Mr. Lois Hafner who served eight months in Central Africa as a mechanic. Mr. Hafner returned to the U. S. A. by plane making the trip in exactly 2 1-2 days. He hails from Ohio way and is very glad to be back. Next we have Mr. Ed Kroner who spent some 12 1-2 months in the Southwest Pacific theater see ing service in both New Xealand and New Caledonia. He is really enthusiastic about the female situ ation down in that section of the globe, describing them as “won derful” (From all reports, we gen tlemen who haven’t been fortunate enough to see foreign service have a pleasant future ahead of us.) Mr.. Kroner took the Cadet exam ination about one year ago but his papers did not reach POE soon enough and he was shipped. How ever, he traced his papers and du ring the correspondence he re ceived a letter from the Secretary of War, Mr. Stimson. He retook the Cadet examination and here he is. Glad you made the grade, Mr. Kroner. We also have Mr. Walter Ben der who has spent his last three months in England with the Signal Corps. Mr. Bender is a local Texan, his home being at Ft. Worth. Here, gentlemen, is something that we should all give serious con sideration to: Buy the bonds to buy the guns To make the Japs lose face. Buy the bonds to buy the bombs To bomb the “super race.” Buy the bonds to buy the bombs To bomb the bums and so There'll be a big hole in the ground That once was Tokyo. From San Antonio Army Service Forces Depot. It’s really a novelty the way vo- James L. Anderson . A1 Lorenzetti Managing: Editor Jack Persky Associate Editor Odell Hawkins -Associate Editor Dana Green Associate Editor ..Editor-in-Chief [ A1 Lorenzetti Sports Editor F. W. Hennessee Staff Artist Woddrow W. Harris Squadron I Editor F. W. Yeutter Squadron II Editor R. F. Smith Squadron III Editor Dana Green Squadron IV' Editor Faine A. Carson Squadron V Editor Reporters: Joseph W. Tiffenbach, Frank J. Stiles, Joseph Cantor, William Rabin, William R. Fitzegerald, Edward F. Calla han. Wing News Beside Valiant Brothers We of the Army Air Firces shall never forget that we fight beside valiant brothers. Here’s to the Royal Air Force and the lads who flew the Spitfires through that awesome September of 1940. Hit ler stool looking toward the white cliffs of Dover until they streamed with German blood—and he turned his haggard face away from world domination. Here’s to the Aussies, the An- zacs, the Canadians. They were rugged men in the days when the Luftwaffe raged boastfully toward Egypt and Suez. Outnumbered, outplaned but never outfought, they put the icy chill of defeat in Goering’s fat heart. Then from the rubble of their homelands, the Pole, The Norwegian and the Dutchman rose up to smite the foe. They fought in borrowed air craft; they fought from strange fields with sorrow and bitterness in their souls—but how they fought! The German choked in burning cockpits; the Jap plunged down with broken wings—and once more the tyrant learned that free men can be terrible in war. Nor should the brave story end without a toast to the Russians and Chinese. Three words . . . . Leningrad .... Stalingrad . . .. Moscow . . . Oh, men of Russia, our enemies will remember them. You sharpened the blizzard’s stroke with Stormoviks and Yak Ones. A million Nazi corpses lie beneath the hammer and sickle. And now the China Air Force take wing. Chinese boy, we shall meet you in the sky above Tokio. Our comrades, our allies are an inspiration to us and a challenge. So let us fight, that when the vic tory is won our comrades shall say: “These Americans kept faith with us and with Freedom’s eternal soul.”—From AAF Blue Network Broadcast “Wings to Victory.” Men, have all of you given any consideration to the effect, October 16 brings you another Wing Ball? All you Beavers who aren’t much interested in dancing haven’t started to live. Dancing is a sort of recreation everyone enjoys and ap preciates. This Wing Ball is for you, ca dets, and all the personnel of our detachment only. Yes, you will all have to make an impression oh the women so that they will be eager to return next time. The Wing Ball is sponsored by the Detachment Fund you contribute to. Lt. Norris has done much to bring you the best material available. All of you beavers who have attended at a dance such as this in the past, well tell you there is nothing like it. It still isn’t too late to get your own dates. As for the dance band, fellows, I promise you, you will never hear a better band around these parts in a long spell. A few of the bea vers were down in Austin the past week-end and danced to the San Marcos band. Take it from us, fellows they are “solid Jackson’s,” sent from Austin way. They have smooth arrangements—both clas sical and hot beats. This band is worth turning out for, not to men tion all the pretty girls coming down, from “oh my Dallas,” and, “there’ll never be another you, Houston,” and “they don’t get a- round much anymore clubs,” around this section of the country. Yes, the fame of the 308th Col lege Training Detachment has cer tainly spread around the far cor ners of Texas. So with a huff and a puff you'll wear the leather of your shoes off. Formal dental education began in the East 104 years ago, and nearly thirty years elapsed from that date until Harvard Univer sity established the first univer sity dental school. lunteers are chosen for details. It goes something like this: “How many of you Gentlemen have had previous flying experience?” Then, you’re stuck. So long. Spotlight on Sports The days of competitive sports is drawing near. Already schedules in various sports are being drawn up. I'm sending a warning to all the Squadrons in the Detachment, take heed fellows. Squadron II trounced the high and mighty Squadron I by the unbelievable score of 30-6. This Squadron II team is really solid. If you want to convince yourself watch them practice some night, or better still watch them play. What is this I hear about Squad ron IV, having to best shuttle-run average in the Detachment. Yes, fellows, that’s right. This Squad ron thinks itself high and mighty upon the field of play. Well, to a certain Mr. Meek, the rest of the Squadrons in the Detachment will put an end to your reign of pow er, believe me. Attention Squadron IV: Please send me the name of the Mr. who ran the 1.6 miles in 8:30 flat. To a certain Cardinal fan, name ly Sgt. Hutchenson, tactical non- com of Squadron I. Please Pm tir ed of hearing your excuses on why the Cards lost this game and that. You ought to know by now who is the better team, or are you from Missouri ? There is nothing like competi tive sport so states Lt. Segrest. Yes, competition of any kind today will help you tomorrow. No mat ter where or when, the average American soldier likes competition on the battlefield or otherwise. Squadron V basketball team is shaping up very good these days. According to a Mr. Persky, they are great. After a few more work outs we’ll be ready for anything, including Squadron I. This is an open challenge Squadron I. “Hey, you, where you’se going?” With this question I begin the dis- cusion of a certain Mr. William Benis of Squadron I. A native of the country of Brooklyn. “Ever since I could remember”, states Bill, “which isn’t very far behind I’ve been interested in sports. He was a football and track man during his high school days. Here in this Detachment he is a top football player and cross country man. Whenever you see a person running the 1.6 miles course as if it was a 100 yard dash you instantly would recognize Mr. Benis. Well, to quote Mr. Benis: “You are judged by what you make of yourself.” With this quotation I end todays column only with the reminder, IF YOU CAN’T TAKE PART IN A SPORT BE ONE ANYWAY, WILL YOU? — EXHAUST — (Continued From Page 3) find on the subject? —And observe everything with in sight or hearing. Such was the general order Mr. Stanart had in mind the other night when he heard a noise in the darkened Assembly Hall while on Post Check. “Sabotoger, eh? I’ll make short work of ‘im,” thought “Lil” Dog. Invading the Hall he found it to be none other then the care taker so everything is still intact on the campus. The day was swell. With cheer- mul; eager, shining face Mr. Rey nolds, LeRoy B. sweated mail call. Upon receipt of a heavy linen en velope his heart shook his khaki shirt with tremors. What contrast with the fallen face when he opened the letter and read an invitation from his girl to come to her wed ding. “Kiss my foot, my heart is broken,’ 'he said. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.— You to landings happy and luck good, (read backwards). Service Record By Odell Hawkins Mr. Robert O’Brien was born in New Orleans, La., January 16, 1922. He was the son of Mr. and Mrs. James D. O'Brien. He remain ed in New Orleans for the first two years of his life and then moved to Dallas where he lived for the next 11 years. He attend ed grade school and the first year of high school there. The rest of his high school career was scat tered from New Mexico to Alas ka. He spent one year in Santa Fe, where he played basketball. As a boy he was interested in avia tion. He spent a god deal of his spare time while in Dallas at Love Field trying to talk the pilots into giving him a ride. While in Seat tle he flew various light planes. In 1941 he drove a friend to Vancouver, British Columbia to join the RAF. While there he look ed over the pamphlets of the RCAF and immediately decided to join. He took his pre-flight train ing at Regina College, Sask. His actually flying training lasted about six months. He was graduat ed as a Sergeant pilot. Eighteen days after he received his wings he left for over-seas. There, he was attached to the RAF. He spent his first two weeks at O. T. U. flying Hurricanes. The Brit ish then decided to make a bomber- pilot out of him and sent him to a training school, to fly in twin- engined Oxfords. After he finish ed his training he again went to O. T. U. where he flew Welling tons, a twin-engined bomber with a bomb capacity of 4 tons. During his training at O. T. U. he made two operational trips, one to Bre- man, Germany and the other a North Sea sweep. On July of 1942 he was asigned to a bomber squad ron, flying Wellingtons. All told he made 23 raids over France and Germany. During this time his plane hardly touched. Mr. O’Brien has tremendous re spect for the German Air Force stating that they were excellent pilots and flew excellent planes. He was discharged from the RCAF on February 9, 1943. He had ar rived in America three days pre ceding. He had expected to start flying immediately with the Amer ican Air Force but found out that he would have to go through the regular channels of Cadet train ing. He applied for Cadet training the day after his discharged from the RCAF February 19, 1943. He was signed up March 26, 1943 at Seattle, Washington. From there he was sent to Fresno, Calif., where he took his basic training. After his stop at Selinas, Calif., for two months he was sent to Sheppard Field; from which he was sent to Texas A&M College, ar riving here August 23, 1943. He is now stationed in Squadron V. Hedge Hopping Squadron IV Seven-thiry P. M.—no reporter, Eighty-thirty—no reporter, Nine- thirty—no reporter, Ten-thirty — no reporter from Squadron IV and since I (Editor) and staff have been pondering where to find space to write the following poem we decided to use your column for this worthy cause. A Fellow In a Fox-Hole A fellow in a fox-hole . . . A lonely, silent kid, He crouches there with sombre stare And does his share to rid The world of dirty rats. (Do you feel you could be content To give him less than ten per cent,) A fellow in a fox-hole . . . He doesn’t know your name, But he’ll pitch in and help you win Because we’re all the same In things we’re fight for. (Do you complain because you spent Your bit for bonds—say ten per * cent ?) A fellow in a fox-hole . . . He’s facing death tonight But with your aid, he’s unafraid To face the foe and fight For all the things he loves. (If he should die, would you re-- pent And offer more than ten per cent ?) A fellow in a fox-hole . . . With weapons of the best. That is true, he owes to you And money you invest In this, your native land. (And that is where your money went; To save his life for ten per cent.) Reprint from “Pelican” Camp Beauregard. Fellows ince I have a chance to get a couple typewriter hot licks in on this column I’d like to ask for a few volunteers from your Squadron to help me get out a Squadron IV Autobiography and print up the Squadron IV Fare well Issue in the “ACTD NEWS”. Please see Mr. Green, your Squad ron IV Editor, and work with him in getting some copy ready for your final issue. Hold on to your hats we’re com ing in for a landing. If you don’t have a hat hold on anyway. BUY THAT EXTRA WAR BOND TODAY The first yearbook published by a military organization on the University of Texas campus will come out in mid-February when the University Naval ROTC dis tributes its 70-page annual. Contact Squadron II We skipped one edition Gentle men, and we prostrate ourselves at your feet. As a partial explanation of this dastardly deed we offer this, the entire staff cruised into Houston in order to glean a little inside information on what gives with the gang. From what I hear Squadron II should be called the “Houston Hurricane” or the “Dal las Devastators.” Judging from the length of the lists of names for the Wing Ball a jolly time was had by all. The prodigal sons of Squadron Three arrived at long last, and they are truly Beavers. Welcome- Gentlemen, to the 308th. Someone said once this place should be called a concentration camp. Everything here is concen trated. The methods for “larnin,” the drill periods, the getting-in shape process andd all of the Bea vers are concentrating on sweet de mure Texas lassies. . . . Maybe they got something there. . . . Mr. Wineriter, romerly of KUTA Salt Lake City, can now be heard burning up the Ether every Sun day afternoon over the local radio station, WATW. Let’s be for gi ving Squadron II a large plug, Mr. Wineriter. L-O-S-T Mr. Allen Ferguson mispaaced his wallet containing twenty-four dollars and personal effects. Please return personal effects .... Owner is a capitalist. Yea Team, The mighty Squadron IPs six-man Football team rolled over Squadron I Tuesday after noon, 30-6. The attack was led by Mr. Bard, a smoothie of the grid iron from way-back. How about this one? Mr. Dia mond Jim Brofit, star of the Base ball diamond and hero of the grid iron, and Mr. “All California Ath lete” May have sworn Blood Bro therhood, just like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. Mr. Jas. Bonini has made plans to end his tranquility and peace of mind. He will on the thirtieth of this month take unto himself a bride. She hails from Detriot. Best wishes, James. Mr. Offenbecher, Military Dog of Flight A has ordered a pin with four diamonds, he wants to be Post Commander. Eager, isn’t he? The odious aroma emanating from Ramp 8, Purpear Hall can be attributed to the efforts of Mr. Pallidina’s girl-friend. She sent him a box of very ripe chees. Very, very ripe. What Hollywood Flash of Ramp 8, Purpear broke out last week- and complete with brass, service ribbons and wings? He completed his gunner’s course by correspon dence. Mr. Hill is gonna be Poppa Hill before very long, don’t forget the “seegars” Hill. Mr. Terry, that Casanova of Squadron II, is now addressed as “My Lil ol’ Yankee Boy” Yee-Ipe! BE SMART AND MILITARY GET YOUR HAIRCUTS FROM Aggieland Barber & Beauty Shop North Gate —AGGIES— (Continued from Page 1) lucky to get a Corps Trip and it seems that they are going to make the most of what appears to be an eventful weekend which ranks second only to the coming Thanks giving Day game. The DePauw, twice-weekly pub lication of DePauw University, has been published since 1852. Where Quality is the Keynote We invite you to trade at the Exchange store — operated by your college for your benefit. Quality is the essense of our business, linked with lower prices. 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