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THE BATTALION
THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 11. 1943
Classified
Two soldiers wives desire apartment or
email houses (furnished) I'nr 1 (one>
year in or near College Station. Both
work, don’t smoke or drink. No children
or pets. Are interested in vacancies or
future vacancies. Please notify Mrs. Fox,
P. O. 1'Box 3217, College Station (South
Station) Texas.
The Student Personnel Office In the
Academic Building is holding two cloth
eipper jackets and one leather zipper jack
et. Will the boys to whom these jackets
belong please call for them.
“We have a Bulova wrist watch and
several pairs of glasses that the owners
can get by describing same and paying
for this ad in room 2, Ross Hall.”
Commandants Office
OFFICE OF THE COMMANDANT
Circular No. 11:
1. The following action of the DISCI
PLINE COMMITTEE, duly approved by
the PRESIDENT of the COLLEGE
is announced:
A DISCIPLINE CASE NO. ’(63—Cadet
Howard C. Register.
CHARGE: Having in his posseesion stol
en property
FINDINGS: Guilty.
SENTENCE: To be dismissed.
M. D. WELTY,
Colonel, Infantry
Commandant
OFFICE OF THE COMMANDANT
General Order No. 8:
l. With the approval of the PRESIDENT,
the following SCHEDULE of CALLS,
is announced, effective at FIRST CALL
for REVEILLE, WEDNESDAY, 10,
NOVEMBER 13:
1st CALL—Daily, 6:07 a.m.; Reveille—
Daily 6:17 a.m.; Assembly—Daily 6:20 a.
h., (Roll Call); Recall—Daily 6:25 a.m.;
Fatigue Call—Daily 6:30 a.m.; Sunday—
7:00 a.m.; Mess Call—Daily 6:57 a.m.;
Sunday 7:25 a.m.; Assembly—Daily 7:00
a.m.; Sunday 7 :30 a.m.; Mess Call—Daily
12:10 p.m.; Sunday 12:20 p.m.; Assembly
•—Daily 12:13 p.m.; Sunday 12:25 p.m.;
1st Call Retreat—Daily 6:25 p.m.: Sun
day 5:25 p.m.; Assembly—Daily 6:27 p.m.;
Sunday 5 :27 p.m.; Retreat—Daily 6:30 p.
m. ; Sunday 5:30 p.m.; Mess Call—Daily
Immediately after Retreat; Sunday, Im
mediately after Retreat; Call to Quarters
—Daily 6 :55 p.m.; Wednesday 8:25 p.m.;
Saturday 12:00 midnight; Sunday 8:25
p.m.; Assembly—Daily 7:00 p.m.; Wed
nesday 8:30 p.m.; Sunday 8:30 p.m.; Tat
too—Daily 10:25 p.m.; Wednesday 11:25
pan.: Sunday 11:25 p.m.; Taps—Daily
10:30 p.m.; Wednesday 11:30 p.m.; Sat
urday 12:30 a.m.: Sunday 11:30 p.m.
By order of COL. WELTY.
JOE E. DAVIS
Major, Infantry
Assistant Commandant.
Announcements
CANDIDATES FOR DEGREES: Any
etudent who normally expects to complete
all the requirements for a degree by the
end of the current semester should call
by the Registrar’s Office NOW and make
formal application for a degree.
H. L. Heaton, Registrar.
DISTINGUISHED STUDENTS — Cita
tions from Or. Bolton are now availahlg
in the Registrar’s Office for those stu
dents who were distinguished during the
Summer Semester.
H. L. Heaton, Registrar.
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Squadron I
Tuck under your chutes, men,
have a seat and give me your at
tention. This is a very dangerous
mission we are about to set out
on. Just one important thing to re
member. Keep your eyes on a swi
vel. Some of these “Flying Law
yers’’ will start a dogfight and
make a suicide dive at you if you
don’t keep your eyes peeled. Yes,
fellows, we go off into the wild
blue yonder comes the zero hour
—soon we hope. We’re getting
stale being grounded for so long.
The answer to the sixty-four dol
lar question of the week goes to
Mister Rousseau. In reply to Mis
ter Wheeler’s “Check the arm
swing,” he quips, “Can I help it
if the wind blows it?”
Those men who had the job of
picking our Detachment sweetheart
for the next Wing Ball really had
an all night session trying to find
the right girl. Yours truly saw the
Squadron One contributions before
they were handed in, and there
were really some beautiful girls in
the bunch. Hollywood has nothing
on our girls, eh what?
“Bouncy” Hamilton offered to
enter his favorite girl in the beauty
contest but Mister Callahan, who
was soliciting entries, took one
look and sauvely declined. Come
around to his room sometime and
he will be very glad to show you
“the belle of Punta Gorda.”
What a team, what a cheering
section, such zoot cheer leaders.
We really had the spirit the other
night when the basketball team
drubbed the boys of Squadron Five
by using that sixth man. Those
gaudy ties and white shirts with
the reet pleat really gave the pep
to our cheerleadres and brought
out that old spirit. We can’t be
licked when we use six men to
their five.
Well, it seems that politics has
become an issue for debate these
days. It is rumored that Mister
Martin had rather have a Willkie
button than a pair of wings.
Looks as if we get a new mem
ber in our squadron. Mr. Levine
from Squadron two has been re
ported coming our way. He’s a
short guy and seems like a pretty
good candidate for the rear ranks
of that wonderful Flight C. We
wouldn’t wish you any hard luck,
fellow, but stay away.
Those speeches we are stuttering
through on English classes really
are fun—especially when you can
sit and watch your buddy do the
stammering. Joe Uruski has the
record for the longest speech. He
really gave a first hand account
of the attack on Pearl Harbor and
the instructor and his classmates
asked so many questions, that it
took the whole class period. “Sure
wish we all could have heard that
speech, Joe.”
Well, here we go, off to press,
trying to find one spot where you
don’t have to get a sniff of cyanide
with every breath. So long, see you
later.
To Squadron Five, we of Squad
ron I write an open-letter. We wish
to say that anything used in our
columns about you is merely in
fun. Actually, we are like brothers
here. We arrived only a week apart,
and most of the fellows know each
other from Salt Lake City days.
So once again we say let by-gones
be by-gones. Squadron V.
Thumbs Up
Squadron IV
How do you do, Gentlemen!
Since Hart Hall, the home of
Squadron IV, has been fumigated
during the past eighteen hours—
I will aireate this column today by
relating to you the spirit of Squad
ron IV.
This is Station N-O-N-E, bring
ing you a play by play description
of a college couple dating, or HOW
the game of Campusology is play
ed at Texas A. and M.
The weather is ideal and from
our pressed box seat here on the
bumper of Mr. Nelson’s Stream
lined Conferted, we are able to see
everything as it comes off, par
don, I mean takes place. The moon
has just appeared from behind
Shot Mt., slightly to the east of
here, and the soothing gurglings
of a nearby brook added to the al
ready perfect setting that Nature
has provided.
Play is just to start, and it is
reputed that both teams have ex
cellent lines; however, the Coed’s
line is conceded to be strongest,
but recent developments, through
experience, have added greatly to
the strength of the opposition. It
will be the Battle of the Ages, and
the winner remains to be ascer
tained.
There is a signal (the driver just
parked) and the game is on! They
are in a huddle, a sharp shift to the
James L. Anderson Editor-in-Chief
▲i Lorenzetti Managing Editor
Jack Peraky Associate Editor
Odell Hawkins Associate Editor
Paul McGinniss Associate Editor
A1 Lorenzetti Sports Editor
F. W. Henncasee Staff Artist
Woddrow W. Harris Squadron I Editor
F. W. Yeutter Squadron II Editor
Winsor Mowry Sqnd. Ill Editor
R. E. Wolf Squd. IV Editor
Fain* A. Carson ...Squadron V Editor
Reporters: Anthony Castelluccio, Earl
Turner, Theodore Wilson, Joseph Canter,
Ted Levine, William R. Fitzgerald, Ed
ward F. Callahan, Leroy Mueller, Robert
‘Brien, P. H. Dillard, R. E. Otto.
The ACTD is written and edited by
Aviation students of the 308th College
Training Detachment, College Station.
Hagar Flying
Squadron 111
Ah, me. Girls, girls, girls.
Friends, we have just come from
the Sweetheart Contest at which
the ten most beautiful girls were
selected to be placed before the
Honor Board. Gad, what femininity!
Never have we seen the like. In
case you haven’t heard, the winner
will be announced at the Detach
ment meeting Friday night . . . .
And now we will get down to the
poor unfortunates whose blunders
have given them notoriety. First
and foremost on the list is the
Connecticut Yankee, Mr. Milton
Smith. Milton entered a picture
in the beauty contest. When he
came up to our room we had to
smile slightly at the stupidity of
the child. In case you haven’t
heard the story on him, here it is,
as related by his friend ? ? ? ? an
ally, Mr. Merzbacher. It seems
that a young lady from Hartford,
Connecticut (wherever that is) de
livered an ultimatum to “Stud”
which said, in short. Dear Milt, I
have had a better offer from
another fellow, so either you come
across with a ring for Christmas,
or you get the brush.” At first we
found it hard to believe, but when
we were at the North Gate events
verified Mr. Merzbacher’s charges.
He (Mr. Merzbacher) called us
aside and whispered something in
our ear. We turned, startled, and
sure enough, there was Mr. Milton
C. shopping for a ring—in the Ag-
gieland Pharmacy. Mr. Smith the
Elder when informed of what was
happening, just shook his head
and said, “The boy’s young, so
very young.” We are inclined to
agree with him.
It seems that Mr. “Joe” Benomo’s
“McGimey” is running into some
competition. Every day through the
mail our own Mr. Muse gets a
young library from a character
named Charles Atlas. It seems
that for a normal fee this Atlas
chap is going to give J. K. bulging
biceps to match the ones in his
head.
Flight 36 has tagged Mr. Phelp
“Quiz Kid” because he has come
close to being taggpd by some of
“Mahan’s Murderers” quite a few
times.
That is all we can think of right
now. (Ed. Note: Thank Heavens!)
right, and they go into kiss for
mation. Yes, it is a quick kiss. The
Boy takes the offensive, using a
single wing to huddle—now they
are back to their lines, and again
they go into kiss formation. The
Boy tries to pass and fails. Just a
minute, there seems to be a penalty
—yes, there is a penalty; the Boy
is penalized for illegal use of the
hands.
Play is resumed and they go
back into the huddle—back to their
lines again. They go into forma
tion—the offense tries his line for
no gain. What a game! Two great
lines seem somewhat tangled, and
the Girl stiffens her defense—but
the boy seems anxious. Back in the
huddle, they go out of it into kiss
formation.
The boy being very fast, makes
a short gain on a round-about-
play. From the huddle, he goes in
to punt formation—the punt is
good. The Girl gets the punt—just
a moment, there is a scramble, the
Coed seems to have fumbled, yes,
thatt’s right—the boy has recover
ed. Folks, this is indeed a break
for the Boy. They go back into
the huddl*—out of it into kiss for
mation—there is the play and the
Boy seems to be making tre
mendous gains. Oh, no, there’s
something wrong. As soon as I
get the play I'll —here it is, both
sides were caught holding and the
play is called back.
Play continues, and the huddle
again. Out of the huddle, they are
relying on their line play again.
Here’s the play, and the Boy is
circling end but he is being chased
out of bounds for a small loss.
Both sides seem very, very tired—
they are both breathing heavily.
The play is brought play—they
go back into the huddle. He’s up
to the line and here’s the play.
The offense failed to gain, but
something went wrong, and there’s
Wing* News
Inheritance of Valor
Our fighting sons gain courage
from brave comrades and gallant
leaders—but they also posses an
inheritance of valor from the post.
No boy who flies an American
plane into battle goes unaccom
panied. Flesh and blood companions
he may lack in some desperate ex
tremity of single-handed combat—
but he never fights alone. All the
years of all this nation’s past fol
low him like a mighty host.
Our enemies know this. German
and Japanese military writers have
been careful to warn: “The Ameri
can has a tradition of success in
war.” Tradition is a cold word and,
in Berlin, they hoped it was , a
dead one. But boys in Flying Fort
resses and P-38’s, in Mustangs and
Liberators, have crushed that
hope. Their engines rumble on
many a far flung front—once more
the drums of Washington are mut
tering down the Trenton road.
Propellers flail the air—and once
more old Andy Jackson’s coat tails
fly as he leads a charge at New
Orleans.
Do you hear that dawn-wind
singing boy in a Curtiss War-
hawk? It is a whisper of the bu
gles at Chancellorsville and Get
tysburg. Pilot of a Thunderbolt,
cut loose with all your guns and
listen. You have awakened the
barrage at St. Mihiel. Bomber
crew, must you make an unescort
ed flight across the Channel ? Un
escorted by fighters? Then men of
the Nieuports and Camels will rise
up to keep you company! Is the
sky full of echoes ? They are shoot
ing Richthofen’s Circus down in
flames.
Men of the Air Forces, never
doubt it. As your resolute feet go
marching out to duty—there is
historic thunder on the close hori
zon. The Yanks are marching
across the Rhine once more! Even
today the Germans hear it. And
tomorrow ? Tomorrow ?
Sweetheart Contest
Tonight, leaning over a desk,
and saying not this one, how about
this, and this one is darn good,
the staff of the newspapers are
busily picking out the ten best
pictures for the “Sweetheart Con
test.” Mr. Anderson, chairman is
in for quite a busy evening believe
you me.
Everyone in the Detachment is
anxiously awaiting the outcome of
the meeting tonight to determine
the ten most gorgeous women in
the Detachment. From here, the
pictures will be sent to some other
body, where they will pick the
five most charming winners. Of
course if you ask each individual
who is going to win, he will prob
ably answer my girl-friend or my
wife. Let’s keep our fingers cross
ed, gents.
Spotlight on Sports
Squadron I Defeats Undefeated
Squadron On Five
The greatest upset in basketball
circles happened Monday night
when the undedog Squadron I team
beat a stubborn Squadron V 43-
37.
Led by cheer-leaders and a
tremendous cheering section,
Sqaudron I rose to great heights.
Dressed in flashy garments the
cheer-leaders led by Mr. Martin
turned the Sqaudron I rooting sec
tion into a mad-house.
In what appeared to be just
another Squadron V shellacking
of their opponents in reality turn
ed out to become a Squadron I
victory. It was strictly Five and
Five and Five again again during
to be a penalty. Yes, the girl is
penalized half the distance to the
Boy’s goal for slugging.
Gentlemen, this is the most
thrilling game that I have ever
witnessed. The Boy now has a real
chance to score. They’re back from
the huddle into kiss formation—
and here’s the play, but there
seems to be another penalty. Yes,
the girl, trying to bolster her de
fense, was caught offsides.
“EXHAUST”
Squadron V
The Marines may have their
fighting men. The Navy has it
big battle boats. Squadron V, has
it’s “HOT PILOTS”. A bit of good
news has reached our ears “Mr’s”.
At the end of our flight training,
we found that Squadron V has
turned out more fellows with rec
ommendations for future flight
training, than any other Squadron.
Keep up the good work fellows,
we have shown that we have qual
ifications for future pilots. Now
let’s show Captain Hill and all of
the other officers, that we can,
and that we will qualify for pilots,
bombardiers and navigators. With
a start like we have received in the
308 College Training Det., we are
certain to go far in our training,
and help our country win this
war.
New inventions are invented ev
ery day, and new uses found for
the old ones, Mr. J. L. Anderson
has found a new use for his flight
cap, especially on the flight line.
(Ed. note. “Are we still friends
Mr. Anderson.”)
After weeks of earnest waiting,
Mr. Sapolin’s girl finally arrived.
We wish to thank Sylvia for com
ing, so that our boy “Mr. Sapolin”
can now settle down and his
friends can get along with him.
The other day who should we
find in back of Hart Hall throw
ing horse shoes, but Mr. Peacock,
Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Harcharik and
Mr. Picard. We hear you fellows
are really good, maybe we should
see the. Athletic officer to see
whether you fellows can’t get ex
cused so that you can finish your
game.
The fellows in Flight C are
lucky they didn’t have to march
this evening. So, fellows, let’s get
on the ball, and stop all the talk
ing while in formations. We’ll have
more time to talk in the evening,
and less time to walk.
Mr. Wright seems to wear old
glasses to his drill formations, we
wonder whether he does this to
get his name in the paper or if
their is some other reason.
It seems that room E-1I is the
new day room of the Squadron. It
can’t be this is the hang-out for
the “Hot-Pilots” now can it?
Squadron V wishes to take this
time to say, that if anything that
we have had in our column to
offended any of the other Squad
rons, we offer our apologies as we
only meant it in fun. So fellows
let’s bury the hatchet, and get out
the peace pipe, and shake hands.
the entire first half. Led by Scott
and Orr, Squadron Five function
ed smoothly and persistently to
run up a 19-11 lead at the termina
tion of the first half.
At the opening of the second
half, Squadron I came into it’s
own. Spillsberry had to leave the
game due to injury. Five minutes
later . Spillsberry returned and
started Sqaudron I on the re
bound; he himself contributed nine
baskets to this wild second half.
Scott kept popping the basket for
Five, keeping them in the running
for the leadership. Finally, one
broke away never again to be over
taken. Scott, Lucke, and Orr play
ed a brilliant ball game, both de
fensively and offensively. For
Squadron I Spillsberry, Johnson,
Hinkle, Brownly, Kerkorian, and
Soto stood out.
Congratulations to both Five
and I on their great sportsmanship
last night. It was a great game,
and one that will not be for for
gotten in quite a spell.
Thought for the Day
In the words of Plutarch, “Time,
the greatest of all sacrifices.” So
when you attend the Physics class
make every second of every minute
count. You know this problem of
“Time.” is urgent and every day
we don’t account for is a futile ef
fort in our war progra m -
“And They Shall Walk,” the
story of Sister Elizabeth Kenny’s
life and experiences in the treat
ment of infantile paralysis, writ
ten by Sister Kenny and Martha
Ostenso, is being broadcast over
WLB, the University of Minnesota
radio station.
Contact
Squadron II
We are definitely fresh out of
witty openings, if any of our open
ings could be called witty, so we’ll
just start off with a mild bang.
Who are the apprentice Robin
Hoods in the back of Law Hall who
practice the ancient art in the war
of Law Hall every afternoon after
P. E. ? Those eggs are screwy, they
shoot an arrow into the wild blue
yonder and then go chase it. Some
times I wonder . . .
That “Cuss ’an It’ll Cost You”
Club deserves a much better write
up than it was given in the last
issue of this periodical. It is actual
ly a scream.
Mr. Marcaro, the judge is on a
perch in the center of the room.
He is garbed in judicial robes. And
I should know, because I am a
judge of garbage from way back.
Anyhow, the culprit is brought
screaming into the room, in nine
cases out of ten the culprit is
none other than Mr. O’Rourke. The
Bailiff swears him in. The book
used is a Physics book. That’s the
only time it is used. A prosecutor
is appointed and the defendant
chooses a council. And away they
go. Of course the poor fella hasn’t
a chance, and he is doomed to pay
the fine. After all of the cases
have been tried, Mr. Reed, the jani
tor, gets to work. It’s a fine insti
tution. The money collected goes
for a nightly “Coke” party.
A/S “Hot Pilot” Gookin is con
templating buying an airplane. He
wants to land it on the drill field
and use it to go to Houston on our
short Open Post passes. All he
needs is a Squadron insignia, and
a plane.
Mr. Cahill has broken all Squad
ron records, and not in P. E.
either.
A/S Levine (The Houson Lover)
has received word that he may
be transferred to that Squadron I.
Last Tuesday I happened to drop
in on a jam session at the “Y”.
The cats had the joint jumpin’. Sit
ting up onto the lias was A/S
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Wagamon sending out like James
with his bewitched trumpet. Two
more of our Squadron are solid
gates on the gobble pipes. Those
lads Bob Eul and “J. Dorsey”
Woodfint are truly hep. Mr.
Thompson gives out on the “Belly-
Fiddle” while A/S Story socks the
Bass. Mr. Ruggeri pounds the 88.
Mr. Forrest is the manager of the
entire combo. Pretty soon Down-
beat will send over a reporter. No
Doubt.
If you may wonder what all the
sirens were about Tuesday night
don’t worry; the entire story was
covered by your Squadron II
scribe. There were three of us
newshawks. We went tearing over
hill and dale for a lousy little
tale. The fire engines pulled up
in front of an ASTP outfit. Some
one stuck his head out and said.
“Uh-Huh, not bad George, not bad
at all, three minutes flat.” Well..
after all they are our allies.
That lost and bewildered look
on Mr. King’s face can be attri
buted to the departure of his
squaw last Tuesday. He wrote a
six page letter to her the very
night she left.
L. T. H. P. (Link Trainer Hot
Pilot) Hall is sporting a sharp set
of CAP wings. He has ten hours
stick time in his log book. Kinda
reminds me of Sawyer.
Flight C is getting a big bang
out of a certain right guide in
Squadron III. Don’t laugh at a
man just because he is a military
dog. The man’s just naturally
sharp. Speaking of Squadron III,
that long drawn out “Fawll Inn”
reverberates around the area for
ten minutes after the first ser
geant sounds off.
Newest romance on the campus,
P. H. Brofft and W. J. Lott are
going steady now. They were last
seen holding hands on the basket
ball court.
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