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THE BATTALION
TUESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 19, 1943
OFFICIAL NOTICES
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LOST—Brown leather jacket with green
lining. K. E. Carpenter, 221, Dorm IB, or
Box 1109, College Station, Reward 1
WANTED—Ride t o Administration
Building from 25th St. and Haswell
Drive in Bryan. Hours 9 to 6; Saturdays,
9 to 1. See Chas. Schoedel at A. & M.
Press, or phone 2-8889.
Black overnight bag, left on highway
81 out of Ft. Worth, Sunday 2:30. Con
tained Junior blouse, belt, etc. Laundry
mark F-69. Reward. Contact Furman 64
Milner immediately.
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
8620F4.
LOST—Billfold containing $24 and per
sonal papers, somewhere in the vicinity
of Puryear Hall. Finder please return
billfold. I don’t care about the money,
but I need the papers very badly. A/S
Allen Ferguson, Puryear Hall, Room 106.
LOST—One Elgin Watch with “N.H.S.,
District Champions” printed on the face
and “Dick Wright engraved on back.
See Wright, K-14, Walton or Box 478,
College. Reward.
Announcement*
STUDENT EMPLOYMENT—“There are
still 35 or 40 jobs available to students
who are willing to work. If you are in
terested, call at the Placement office.”
W. R. Horsley, Director.
The New Comers Club will meet Wed
nesday at 2:30 at the Red Cross House
in College Station to make surgical dress
ing. It is urgent all be present.
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 reason, any
undergraduate A. & M. student who has
a hobby of any scientific subject would be
welcomed as 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.
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 Woman’s Auxilitary of the First
Presbyterian Church at College Station
will be hostess to the Group Conference
of District I of the Brazos P'resbyterial on
Oct. 20. This conference will be held at
the First Baptist Church of College
Station. The registration will begin at
10 a.m. and the program will run from
10:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. with an hour
for lunch.
Mrs. A. H. Crouch, Willis, Texas, Dis
trict Chairman, will preside at this con
ference and a very interesting program
has been arranged.
Please call in your reservation for the
luncheon to Mrs. P. W. Burns by Mon
day, Oct. 18.
DR. N. B. McNUTT
DENTIST
Office in Parker Building
Over Canady’s Pharmacy
Phone 2-1457 Bryan, Texas
STUDENT CO-OP
Bicycle and Radio Repair
Phone 4-4114
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Squadron II
Congratulations, gentlemen
(heartiest congratulations) on win
ning that review pennant. And of
course with the congratulations
always coome the words “now let’s
keep up the good work.” It would
not be the army if that didn’t fol
low. At any rate you’re on the
ball, so let’s stay there. You’ve
got the old fight, men; just show
it and we’ll be the number one
squadron that we all know we can
be. Right?
On the lighter side:
Leave it to the New Yorkers:
When the geography professor
made mention of something west
of New York, one loyal son of the
bright lights had to say, “I didn’t
know there was anything wast of
New York but Joisey.” Of course
since there was another New York
er in the crowd he couldn’t help
but say, “Dere Aint.” And it re
mained for some Californian (no
doubt a Chamber of Commerece
member) to say “Aw, you New
Yorkers are provincial.”
Results: Gentlemen, you make
us happy. Someone reads our
column besides ourself. After ha
ving advertised (as a joke) the
auction sale of Mr. Easton’s trom
bone he had three bids within a
few hours after the “ACTD” was
out. “Some Joke.”
Is there a romance budding right
under our noses ? Will someone tell
us who it is who comes around at
6:20 each morning and in his sweet
alto sings out, “Kinsinger, Let’s
go. Are you gentlemen going
steady ?
Have you noticed our two tall
advance guards who do our road
clearing for each mess formation.
Well, gentlemen, something has
come between them; they’re not
speaking anymore. One of them in
sists the other stole his anvil. We
suggest that little march they hold
down the sidewalk each mealtime
should be named the parade of the
giants.
THUMBNAIL SKETCHES
Theodore Levine what a man.
Joe Doyle pretty boy
George O’Rourke Father Duffy.
Donald Nesbit short stuff
Robert Meehan the harp
John Duncan ....“Hmm! Mr. Duncan
Robert Brofft Diamond Jim
Ralph Van Weren ^
(censored) instructor
William Hall hit the brace
Arnold Bennett chow hound
That being all the quips of the
time and with the remaining odor
of “perfumery” and sweet memo
ries still cobwebbing the old think
er we say, until next inking time,
“Cheerio old chappies.”
Hanger Flying
Squadron III
As of Monday, the new Squad
ron III ceases to be a nonentity
and settles down to the job at
hand. And from all appearances,
Eager Beavers is just the cogno
men, with the emphasis on Eager.
And now for the gleaning of a
week’s snooping. A certain party
has been causing people to stop
and stare. Why not grow a beard,
Mr. Broderick. By the way, have
you met our Mr. Peterson, the
poet-laureate of Ramp 2? Mr.,
“whence cometh those sonnets.”
One chap who couldn’t get ac
customed to the thin air up around
the top bunk rolled off; and, didn’t
come to rest until he had bounced
off a chair enroute and splattered
himself literally about the floor.
Why not try an oxygen mask Mr.
Schap ?
To these unworthy ears has
come a most righteous complaint.
When it comes to calling “Dress
and Cover Gentlemen” from a
Maytag Messerschmidt at 500 feet
above the drill field, then things
have come to a pretty pass. Don’t
you think so, Misters Meek and
Wood? Here’s one we like. It
seems that the occupants of Room
77 in Ramp 2 have started a bit
of corrective campaigning. It
comes under the heading of “Pro
fanity Pool.” Any blasphemous
language causes the user to go
thru a financial and ceremonial
embarassment. The offender is
placed in the Swear Chair, and de
posits his monetary penance in a
little gadget called the Curse
Purse, while mouthing the peni-
nent phrase “Mea Culpa, mea cul
pa, mea maxima culpa”- (I don’t
know what it means either.) Me-
thinks Messres Mowry and Norris
have something there. We have
going our way unknowing that
in our midst dwells one of the
vanishing race. From the famous
Michigan' Blackhorse Cavalry
comes Mr. Rhodaberger, who evi
dently has intentions of trading in
his earth-bound steed for an Air
Corp version of Pegasus. After
James L. Anderson Editor-in-Chief . Woddrow W. Harris Squadron I Editor . William R. Fitzegerald, Edward F. Calla-
A1 Lorenzetti Managing Editor F. W. Yeutter Squadron II Editor han.
Jack Persky Associate Editor R. F. Smith Squadron III Editor
Odell Hawkins Associate Editor Dana G.-een Squadron IV Editor The ACTD is written and edited by
Dana Green Associate Editor Faine A. Carson Squadron V Editor Aviation students of the 308th College
A1 Lorenzetti. Sports Editor Reporters: Joseph W. Tiffenbsch, Frank Training Detachment, College Station,
F. W. Hennessee. Staff Artist | J. Stiles. Joseph Cantor, William Rabin, | Texas.
Good morning Beavers. Well the
Wing Ball went over with a bang.
That the Beavers had a good time
is beyond question. As proof that
the girls enjoyed themselves we
will publish a few notes left in
some of the rooms. (No, no, Mr.
Wolf, Romeo, Casanova .... no
addresses. That wouldn’t do. The
girls would be avalanched with
date applications.)
Dear—?—
This is the “morning after” but
do I feel fine. The dance last night
was quite a pleasant experience.
A stag line is something passed
where I come from, but last night
the stags were plentiful and very
nice. If the Wing Ball last night
was a success as a morale booster
for the boys, I’m certain it served
the same purpose for the girls.
The band last night deserves a
great many compliments too.
I had been to College Station
before to attend an Aggie Dance
but this was the first time that I
had spent the night. What an ex
perience! First, I had to push my
sister into an upper bunk, and then
pray she wouldn’t come down on
top of me. I wish I could have left
Wing News
my bed made up as nicely as I
found it because I’m sure the rouge
on the sheet got there after I
came (Sorry Mr.—).
We are leaving at noon for
Houston so our visit will be cut
rather short but every minute was
swell. Thanks a million for letting
us use your room.
(signed) Margie Rahinance,
Arlene and Doris Pflaughaupt
Dear Gang,
Thanks so much for the lovely
place to sleep. This cot is just
short of heaven. I really enjoyed
it and I’m thanking you for Mary
Ellis too.
(signed) Peggie.
P. S. You fellows are really grand
to show all the girls such a good
time.
This note was left in Room D-7,
(lucky boys)
You really went to a lot of fuss,
To make this room so nice for us.
Our thanks so great we can’t ex
press,
You’ll find us each at given ad
dress.
(signed) Helen, Jonel, and Evelyn
Dear Mr. —?—
Thanks so much for the use of
your room. The Wing Ball was
swell, and we all really enjoyed it.
(signed) Eleanor Green
So men, that clinches the fact
that the girls too, had a good
time, making it unanimous all the
way around.
Squadron V jokesters had their
day Saturday night too. The ques
tion “What am I, Black?” was
answered by a group of pranksters
who formed the Squadron into re
gular formation in front of the
Dance Band to present them with
black ribbons. The guidon (broom
stick) was adorned with black
streamers. Following this each men
decorated with a black campaign
streamer pinned to his left shirt
pocket. Despite this, numerous
girls proclaimed their admiration
for Squadron V men. Verify this
by Mr. Aryes and Baker of Squad
ron V if you wish.
All in all a good time was en
joyed by everyone.
WING BALL COMMITTEE
The old adage, “give the devil
his due” will be converted to read
“Give the Wing Ball Committee
their due.”
Everyone had a grand time at
the Wing Ball so we take this
opportunity to express our appre
ciation.
To Captain Hill, and the Wing
Ball Committee we offer our gra
titude and appreciation for a bang-
up good time.
viewing his rolling gait we think
a saddle mounted in the cockpit
would be in order. Then there is
our own Sgt. Paris, who is regain
ing his color and losing the habit
of gazing hopefully at the train
station as the train pulls in. Now
that we are all here the man is on
the road to recovery. We really
were surprised by that Fire Drill
of Thursday eve. But one of the
Beavers of Squadron II, Flight B,
was taken wholly unaware and had
to expose himself to the night
winds a-la Dorothy Lamour, and
a very skimpy towel at that. And
now. unlike Schubert, we have
finished our Symphony for the
week, and we’re signing off. Don’t
cry, kiddies, we’ll be back.
There is an old saying that
“every dog has his day,” and
though we don’t mean to imply
that we are of the canine family
(though such has been stated at
times), nevertheless it is now our
turn. We take it that all and sun
dry had a most enjoyable time at
the Ball, and while you cpmb the
moonbeams out of your beards let’s
rehash the doings and not-doings
of Saturday eve past. So hark ye,
gentle souls, to what we have to
say .... The duplicate sons of
Mr. and Mrs. Mayer had one
young lady doubting her powers
of vision. She thought she was
seeing double, and she was cor
rect. (The suggestion has been
raised that one of these gentle
men put a ring in his nose) . . . .
In our wanderings we noticed one
Mr. Muse repeatedly crossing and
recrossing our field of vision. Up
on inquiry, it turned out that from
the vast assemblage of feminine
beauty, he found but one damsel
who could do the “shag” in the
accepted Boston manner, and then
lost her to one of our cousins from
down yonder at the Marine Corps
barracks. But it wasn’t her dancing
so much as the fact that she told
him—get this, friends, .... she
told him that “yo’ all are jus’ th’
mos’ wonderful dancer I’ve met
all night.” He loved it, friends, he
loved it. But then again, so did
the other dozen or so Beavers she
told it to, evidently they had been
around more than J. K. He pro
ceeded to look like one of those
Boston cream pies he’s always
talking about, all ruffled around
the edges and soggy in the middle.
Ah, me, such is the disadvantage
of having led a secluded life . . . .
Smile benignly, friends, at our corn-
fed Romeos, Mr. John Smith (un
common name, that) and Mr. Har
ry McGinnis, who were so very
pleased with themselves at their
Most of us have overlooked the
men who are on the Wing Ball
Committee. Now would be an apt
time to bring them into the lime
light and let them know we do
appreciate the work and effort
they spent to make the Wing Ball
possible.
Mr. Donald C. Meek, was Chair
man and his assistant was Mr.
Robert S. Wood. The other mem
bers are as follows;
Squalron I; Richard L. Martin;
terrific progress last night. So
sure were they of themselves that
they made arrangements for es
corting the ladies to morning mess,
and from thence who knows where
these two Casanovas would have
ended up. Imagine their chagrin,
when upon entering Casey’s for
some refreshment preparatory to
picking up the madamoiselles, to
see the young ladies sitting in a
booth with two gentlemen whom
our heroes had never seen before.
Their respective chins dropped
about a foot. It so happened that
this humble part was also pre
sent, and I only wish you good rea
ders could have seen the contor
tions and motions this pair went
through trying to talk the ladies
into dropping their dates and pro
ceeding according to plan. The
funny part about it was that all
these maneuvers were done by
sign language, and people were be
ginning to nudge each other and
point when this pair finally threw
in the towel and withdrew most
ignobly. (Editors note—Mr. Smith
is reported to have spent the after
noon musing over the perplexities
of the female mind while sitting
quietly in his lonely room. Mr.
McGinnis has not been seen since,
but we doubt if he can get far
And speaking of people named
Smith, a party by the name of
Smith, Roy seems to have mis
placed his hat at the frolic, and
would appreciate its return. The
number is S-9960. But wait-a
thought has just entered our head.
According to Emily Post, a mar
ried man attending a dance by
himself, should always carry his
hat in his hand to denote the fact
that he has taken unto himself a
wife. You know, the more we think
of it, the worse it looks. Tch, tch,
these Texas women .... So if
the above mentioned characters do
not get to us before we have a
chance to defend ourselves, we’ll
see you next week with more of
the things that are better forgot
ten.
THUMBNAIL
CHARACTERISTICS
Mr. Muscavage Pokerface
Mr. Norris .— Late
Mr. Pipendink “Arf-arf”
Mr. Porter Wolf
Mr. Perry Ditto
Mr. Seavers Fred Astaire, Jr.
Mr. Moir — Two timer
Mr. Broderick 18 ?????
Mr. Mowry -...Address book
Mr. Manng in Bewildered
Mr. Brunner “Youse guys”
Mr. Robinson “Wooo-ha”
Mr. Peterson Sergeant
Robert B. Holzknecht, and Alfred
A. Lorenzetti.
Squadron II; Phillip F. Stogel;
William F. Smith, and Lawrence
V. Jonhson.
Squadron IV; Donald C. Meek; J.
B. King, and Robert S. Wood.
Squadron V; Blanchard M. Dix
on; John Moldonado, and Sidney
Cummins.
Once again we thank you gen
tlemen for doing a good job in put
ting the Ball across.
“EXHAUST”
Squadron V
Did you know that a mathema
tician once worked a full life time
proving and deriving the formula
for “pi.” BUT! what has that got
to do with what Bearisto said in
Geography class. “In India we
have Wheat, Rice, Flax, Jute—”
the Professor lectured. “What is
Jute?” asked A/S Post. “That is
what they make the Jute Boxes
out of,” returned A/S/ Bearisto.
Flash! A/ S Bennett has now ac
quired the montrous nick name of
“Bird dog.”
Flash! At the YMCA we have
noticed such married men as A/S
Sheldon, Ricci, Wisnom and others
(for the sake of my neck I men
tion no others) marching their
wives to and from Casey’s and
other points in the vicinity. You
brutes! You should be beat to
pieces.
Flash!! Mr. Secoy had been no
ticed humming the tune “Mary
Lou.” When questioned about it
he evaded the issue by telling us
his opinion of Chivalry. “Chivalry,”
he says, “Is a man’s inclination
to defend a woman against every
man but himself.”
No, Mr. Eichler, Duke Ellington
DID NOT defeat Napoleon at Wa
terloo!
Ye-e-e-e-e-e-owwwwww-eee! Pin
up girls once more grace our bar
ren walls. And what an improve
ment, improvement, improvement
(we can afford to be a broken re
cord on that word.) What a lovely
mystery the female is. Am I right,
gentlemen?
& Flash! A/S Stanton, E-14, has
been disowned by his room mates
now that he has made first serg
eant. But themystery is why they
are patting him an the back and
whispering sweet nothings in his
ears about such things as three
day passes .
The two Bonning Twins received
a letter from twin girls (but defi
nitely nice) who had seen their
pictures in a newspaper and want
ed a date with the two boys. “I
swow and Balls O Fire, times a
wastin,”
A/S O’Flarity quitely and under
the guise of a evening stroll slyly
led the boys by the Photo Shop at
the North Gate so they could see
his picture in the display window.
(He doesn’t know they are using
it as one of those Before and Af
ter Ads. He is the before part.)
What hen-pecked husband whose
first initial is A/S Lovstad insists
that his wife doesn’t make him
Hedge Hopping
Squadron IV
Matrimony is still the main sub
ject this week. Now we have Mis
ter Hoffman, planning to get
hitched in Chicago next week.
From his looks last Thursday
morning, we’d say his married life
started officially Wednesday night.
He informs us that the little lady
is to be Miss Shirley Lapin. Power
to you Mister.
Another of the beavers planning
along these serious lines, is Mis
ter Belsinger. We understand that
his blushing bride is to be Miss
Doris Lee Brooks, from his home
town of Baltimore, Maryland.
Here’s wishing you all the hap
piness in the world.
Believe it or not, but A/S Hair
less Joe (Dyanshine) Mizvitaz has
actually started eating and talking
with the men in the ranks again.
He is about to get over the visit
of Lt. A. Ferra. But the officer
he has been seen prowling around
with will soon be one of us. At
present, Lt. Ferra is stationed at
Camp Hood, but he’s heading for
Aviation Cadets. I knew a Lieu
tenant once myself.
Casanova Joe O’Brien brags to
us about Betty. Now we have
heard some different stories about
Betty, but draw our own conclu
sions from his collection of pic
tures. Joe’s roommate has been
trying to discourage him, but we
are inclined to believe that Skip-
py wants all the gravy for him
self. Joe tells us that he is to
meet her in Dallas on his way
home. If you need any further ad
vice, don’t fail to call on us.
By special request, we print the
following warning: /
“To F-7, mind your own busi
ness, or x we’ll drown you ouf!
(signed) F-6.” And, from what
we hear, they have made a pretty
fair start. It seems Mister Worm
was lying peacefuly in his bunk,
minding his own business, when
ker-splash—he’s wet from head
to toe.
And, that wasn’t milk running
out the front door the other night.
All the Squadron IV Oklahoma
City men are scheduled to take
over the Ranch House at that place
Monday night. There’s not more
than forty men who lay claim to
Okey City. Go easy there gentle
men, the Military Police hang
around that city too. Don’t forget
the date.
“Crash” Nellesen makes the
headlines again. This time he’s
crashed into a chick from Spring-
field. She came down to these
parts with her sister, Mrs. Kid-
rowski, and made the mistake of
meeting up with Crash. From all
reports, he has the situation well
wear Vitalis on his hair when he
doesn't want to. (Mr. Lovstad, am
I glad you aren’t on the paper
staff.)
All the boys thought Mr. Hohe-
ner’s Birthday was pretty for
tunate yesterday when a lovely
birthday cake arrived. Too bad you
didn’t get to see anything but the
string that tied up the box Mr.
Hohener.
Talk about your Romeo’s, Casa
nova’s, Wolves, Mr. Kline tops the
lot. Four girls enroute to the
Wing Ball to share his presence
on a date. Neither knows the other
exists. Yea man, I wouldn’t want
your troubles. Chaplain’s office
first door to the right.
So now we know who the lovely
feminine character, that Mr. Jave-
das raves about, is. “Butch” he
calls her. What is she, a lady wrest
ler ? From the looks of the crippled
wing in a sling you carry she
must be.
Why doust thou blush with the
fair crimson of the rose in bloom
Mr. Schmitzer, when you are ask
ed who that 8 x 10 photo of your
self went to. That lame excuse of,
“To my Sis” isn’t good enough to
appease the vultures on the ACTD
Staff.
I’Yi! The Wing Ball approaches
and the Squadron V has the “be
fore entering the ring” jitters. Re
lax boys, the girls are too lovely
to bite you. You are perfectly safe.
Don’t let the stag line get stag
nant. In other words, Circulate bro
ther, Circulate. Lift ’em up and
set ’em down, come on feet I’m go
ing to town.
—BRAZILIAN—
(Continued From Page 1)
parents took her to Paris, where
she became a pupil of the great
Jean de Reszke.
Bidu Sayao made her concert
debut at the Municipal Theatre of
Rio de Janeiro. On her return to
Europe, she was engaged for opera
performances at the Royal Thea
ter at Rome; Milian’s La Scala,
and The Teatro Regio of Turin. Re
turning to South America, she
sang at Buenos Aires’ famous Tea
tro Colon. The soprano came to the
United States as a tourist, accident
ally meeting Toscanni, who recalled
hearing her in Europe several
years prior. Toscanini gave Miss
Sayao the role of the BBlessed
Damozel of Debussy.
Now successful and busy in both
opera and concert, Bidu Sayao feels
that concert is far more difficult
for a singer than opera. The maga
zine “Life” calls Miss Sayao a
“glamor girl of the Metropolitan
Opera.” She has also been called
“The greatest singing actress since
Mary Garden.”
The famous soprano is one of
the most persuative of all agents
of Pan American good will, having
sung at the White House and at
the Presidential Palace in Rio. She
is a good friend of both President
Roosevelt and President Vargas of
Brazil.
Bidu Sayao loves horseback rid
ing and that is her favorite sport.
Bicycling is a close second in past-
times. When ot singing, she pre
fers the simple homelife of sew
ing and cooking. Her costumes for
opera and concert are superb. Un
like most singers she doesn’t delve
into alubums of former great art
ists. She keeps her eyes open,
particularly when she’s at the
movies. Jewels are a passion with
her, although opals are scare in
her collection because of bad luck
which they are said to bring. Her
prize is a small watch one-fourth
inch in diameter; in fact, it is the
smallest watch in the world.
Bidu Sayao will be accompanied
by Milne Charnley, her pianist.
Charnley will furnish not only her
accompaniments but also several
numbers between the three parts
to the program.
in hand, without any serious in
juries.
You gentlemen who hitr that
windy day for your check ride,
cheer up. One of the instructors
made the statement that even he
couldn’t give a hot ride in that
breeze.
Book of the week: Various time
tables of the many different rail
lines. They’re floating all around
the dorm.
The Gentlemen that writes the
article, “Spotlight On Sports,” ask
ed last week that we give him the
names of the man who ran the
1.6 in 8:30. Since that issue came
out, we have searched the ranks
of Squadron IV, and have come to
the conclusion that this writer has
been slightly misinformed. Only
the other day, however, our own
Mister McGregor finished the run
claiming a record of 8:40. Several
in the Squadron were slightly
daubtful that he actually made this
time, so he decided to prove it.
We lined up at the starting point
all over again, and “Speedy” ap
pointed ten as delegates to beat
him in, so they could prove the
clock wasn’t lying. Then the rest
of the Squadron gathered around
him to see that he didn’t catch a
plane enroute. The wistle blew,
and away they went. The ten
delegates passed the main body
on the first lap, and made it to
the finish in ample time to watch
the clock quickly tick away the
seconds. Here comes McGregor,
turning on the heat in the last lap,
with the rest of the Squadron still
gathered close around him. The
finish was a sight that thrilled
them all. He did it—in 8:40 flat!
O course, there were a few in
the Squadron who lagged behind
the main body slightly on the fin
ish. For instance, Mr. Sarvis came
in on 8:45; followed closely by Mr.
Watson with a 8:50. Mister Mc-
Lepd was in this late finish some
where, but we have no definite
time on him. In fact, we don’t
have anything definite on him.
We’re stalling this ship here
for a perfect “three-pointer.” See
you sometime next week, provid
ed the Squadron is still alive then.
BE SMART AND MILITARY
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