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THE BATTALION
THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 2, 1943
OFFICIAL NOTICES
Classified
LOST—Elgin wrist watch, about 2:30
Saturday p.m. between Aggieland Inn and
North Gate. Reward. James Cross, Room
212, Dorm 11.
Two roldiers wives desire apartment or
ouses (furnished) for l_(one) year
work,
or pets.
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small houses (furnished) for 1 (one
in or near College Station. Both
don’t smoke or drink. No children c
Are interested in vacancies or futun
otify Mrs. Fox, P.O.
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wife with year old child desires
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Telephone
Executive Offices
The President’s Office is holding a box
the Jack Bonner Co.
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call for them.
Meetings
The New Comers Club will not meet
Wednesday as was previously planned.
He Must Prevail
We knew him as Tom or Ed or
Joe or Willie—a mild-mannered
kid with an outlandish haircut and
a friendly grin. We watched him,
in the days before Pearl Harbor,
tinkering with a l)igh school jalopy
down the street or driving a truck
or building a radio set. For twenty
years some of us had been preach
ing to him against war. A few of
us told him he’d be a sucker to
fight for any cause. Then—the
Japanese stabbed us in the back
and boaster that they would dic
tate peace terms in Washington-
What would this American boy
say to that? Did he believe the
poltroons, knaves and blatherskites
among his elders who told him life
was dear and peace was sweet,
even at the risk of chains and slav
ery ? All the world knows the
answer now. “Send us some more
Japs!” he said at Wake Island,
digging in to fight and die. “Saw
sub, sank same,” he reported,
watching a U-boat plunge to its
grave. “Scratch one flat-top!” he
yelled into this radiophone as
another Rising Sun sputtered out
beneath the waves. And from his
fox-hole on Guadalcanal he
shouted: “Come on, Japs! Don’t
keep your ancestors waiting.”
His young voice, his American
voice has sent a war-cry clear
across the world. And he who tin
kered with a balky flivver now
drives two thousand winged horses
through the sky. His guns have
the crack of doom. He hurls thun
derbolts upon fronts and battle
ships. His power rocks the walls
of proud German cities— this boy
from the street corners and the
farms of America.
This boy saw, through the fog
of doubt, Honor’s clean white
plume. He saw the red badge of
Courage. He saw faith’s eternal
flame. Boldly he follows them in
to the bloody fight. And by their
grace he must prevail—for the
earth is at stake and all Mankind is
waiting for his shout of victory.
From AAF Blue Network Broad
cast “Wings to Victory.”
LOUPOT’S
Trade Wtih Lou —
He’s Right With You!
Contact
Squad rwi II
This weeks ration of corn comes
to you directly from the antics
of these corny characters. So loosen
up your corn belts and settle down
for a maize of fodder from the
old com crib.
It is rumored that we are about
to lose one of our esteemed col
leagues to the paratroops. This
aerial aspirant is none other than
the “Kansas Cyclone,” A/S Otto-
mer L. Holl, noted squad corporal
of flight A. He made his formal
application to the world famous
“Caterpillar Club,” Tuesday after
noon, by a death defying leap from
a towering height of a second
story back of Law 7. It is reported
this morning that an investigation
is under way to determine why
said pilot was engaged in hangar
flying without the use of a chute.
Congratulations are in order to
Mr. Roberson upon his promotion
to Flight Lieutenant of Flight B.
He attributes his success to his
vast experience as an enlisted man,
and in an interview Tuesday eve
ning he said, quote: It is my en
deavor to establish such reforms
as a forty-hour week, time and
one half for overtime, ahd a six
months furlough twice a year, un
quote.
Orchids, also, to Mr. Lott upon
his appointment to Flight Sgt. of
Flight A.
Best of luck to Mr. King, Squad
ron IPs latest contribution to the
Hot Pilots of Squadron-1.
Mr. Doneal A- Hill left on the
double to be present at the birth
of “a beautiful 6% pound, blue
eyed, blonde haired baby girl” this
past week-end. Mother and child,
“Sherry Diane,” are doing fine and
Mr. Hill is doing as well as can be
expected.
In closing may be highly com
mend the whole detachment on their
return to the old ball. Let’s not
get top heavy and fall off.
Hangar Flying
Squadron III
STUDENT CO-OP
Bicycle and Radio Repair
Phone 4-4114
LOUPOT’S
Watch Dog of the
Aggies
MARINES
Let Us D* Your Altering
LAUTERSTEIN’S
yiCTORY
BUY
UNITED
STATES
WAR
BONDS
AND
STAMPS
Mr. and Mrs. Beaver and all the
physics students at sea. Let’s start
this mess We mean let’s go to
press .... Flash!!!!! WTiat
squadron Sergeant has been dating
one of the very much younger set
and claiming that “I felt like a fa
ther to her.’” Some times these
Texas women are deceiving, aren’t
they Sgt. Reagle ? And speaking of
our beloved ( ? ?) Sgt., did you ever
find that whistle; we hope not. If
you can’t hold onto a tin whistle
what are you going to do when
you get a P-38 under you . . . Now
to get off the distasteful subject
of Mr. Reagle .... What Gestapo
Agent, while taking names of the
sleeping beauties in Physics class,
fell asleep himself and had to be
awakened by one of his prospec
tive victims. Come, come, Mr.
Shock what would Herr Hitler say
.... Weep bitter tears Gentlemen
for the souls of the dear departed.
Perhaps things will quiet down
in Ramp 4 now that Mr. Rooney
and Reville have gone to Sqdn 11
to continue their mahem- From
what we hear a certain Mr. Shaw
isn’t going to let them get any
rest there either, so if you hear
loud screams one of these nights
don’t mind them. It's just Mrs.
Rooney losing her favorite son.
Also now that Mr. Price has left
who is going to lead the wolf-
pack .... Here is the follow up
on that Vern Miller story. He
finally got that date with a cer
tain fifteen year old filly and
when we saw him, coming in Sat
urday night wearing a silly grin,
and about six square felet of
flaming red lipstick, on him it
looked good. He hasn’t washed
his face for a week he is so proud
of his scars of battle . . . We
have been informed that Mr. Nor
ris has been informed that wheth
er he knows it or not he is just
one step from wedded bliss- In
every letter he has received in
the past two weeks from various
and sundry inhabitants of Hunt
ingdon, Pa., he has received con
gratulations on his engagement.
Evidently “she” thought the thing
had gone far enough and decided
that an engagement ring was in
order. Mr. Norris denies all of this
but is watching the home town pa
pers for current sales of shot gun
shells .... DETAIL FOR THE
DAY. All Junior Commandos wish
ing to participate in a daring
raid to steal that horrible bonnet
of Squadron Commander Smith’s
and give it back to the Indians, re
port immediately in gig proof ar
mor to this office. This is done at
the risk of life and limb and 20
tours. Reward—30 day furlough
and the Distinguished Service Me
dal. Watch the next midnight com
munique from the front for de
tails .... That’s all—Big Dog-
ACID
James L. Anderson Editor-in-Chief i M. Soto Sports Reporter i ler, John Smith, Jerome Kalk, Paul Bal'd,
A1 Lorenzetti Managing Editor Edward Callaham Squadron I Editor T. Levine, Androjna. Dale Sauers, Douglas
. . . F. W. Yeutter Squadron II Editor I E. Dubois, Wayne H. Clouse, Edward Bow-
narns Associate realtor i L eroy A.. Muller Squadron III Editor I man. Sidney Palermo, and Phi
Fitzgerald Associate Editor Patrick Dilliard Squadron IV Editor I The ACTD News is written
raul McGinnis Associate Editor Henry J. Owens Squadron V Editor | by Aviation Students of the
Vincent Nonnemacher Associate Editor Reporters: Bill Benis, Henry Matzner,
Frances Wallace Associate Editor I Hilary Matingly, Bill Miller, John Moel-
PhU Stog
togel.
d edited
Aviation Students of the 308th Col
lege Training Detachment, College Station,
Texas.
Service Record
By James L. Anderson
In the new Squadron V there
are a number of soldiers worthy of
meritorious mention. With this is
sue of the ACTD News we would
like to call your attention to A/S
Elmer E. Bulgrin. Mr. Bulgrin
spent nearly 2 years of service in
the Pacific Area as a Sgt. gather
ing weather data and setting up
weather stations for our bombers
in advanced positions- While gath
ering weather information he made
several missions with B-17’s and
B-24’s and has B-24’s as first pre
ference.
Mr. Bulgrin was bom on Decem
ber 11, 1917 and has spent a little
more than two years in the ser
vice.
The greatest action encountered
by himself and friends were from
enemy raids and not from action
encountered while flying. One par
ticular bombing raid burnt up all
their clothes and blew 19 holes in
their tent. A large bomb fell close
to him during this raid. The con
cussion was so great it knocked
him and his companion off their
feet. This attack consisted of a
raid of 60 enemy planes which used
dive bombing tactics and straffing
over their mess hall, equipment,
and shelters. These planes had
their base so close that it only took
five minutes by air to traverse
the distance between the two lines.
A/S Bulgrin made the statement,
“I’ve run so much from the DB’s
that I decided to come over here,
learn to fly, and make someone
else run for a change.”
In February, 1942 he arrived in
Australia. Part of his overseas
service was spent in Australia,
New Guinea and other bases. On
the 22nd day of August this year
he returned to the United States.
The detachment is indeed fortu
nate to have Mr. Bulgrin and
others of his calibre as members
of the detachment. Certainly they
typify the spirit of American
Youth-
Bull Bomber
Squadron IT
“Here’s How Department’’ sug
gestion No. 31768 comes from Hart
Hall, Ramp G. Residents of G
Ramp have found that the best
method of cleaning up a room on
a dark morning is to leave the
lights out.
Last Sunday evening the lights
went out mysteriously in G Ramp.
Succor the form of fuses was not
obtained until after the entire hab
itations of the ramp besieged
Squadron leader James A. Mur
phy’s room and threatened it and
its contents with mob violence. The
lights were repaired but the peace
that followed was only a lull in the
storm. The lights failed for a sec
ond time Monday night, and again
chaos reigned. Week-end rebellers
gave hot-tongued utterance to un
complimentary thoughts about the
lightning termites reported to in
habit G ramp. The more eager of
the Beavers fingered unopened
books in the dark and lamented an
anticipated slump in grades. How
ever, the fear that overshadowed
all others was “How could the
rooms be cleaned Monday morn.”
We’ll all be gigged,” they wailed,
“Worse than that we’ll be toured.”
“We’ll lose our week-ends for the
next three months,” some said. “We
are ruined,” they all agreed.
Came reveille and the dejected
occupants of Ramp G filed out,
their uniforms thrown on in dis
array in the dark . • . Roll call
over, they set about the grim bu
siness of transforming rooms from
recreation balls to palaces in
twenty short minutes.
The atmosphere of Ramp G was
tense. Brooms swished, mops
switched, and men grumbled as
they stumbled in the darkness.
As they filed out for class one
thought occupied every “G-man’s”
mind: '‘How many tours would
he get?”
Upon their return however, the
stalwarts of the now immortal “G”
found that each and every room
had batted 1,000. They had passed
Wing News
After standing in the cold wind
for sometime the Air Corps Band
finally gave Squadron V up for lost
beavers and marched to Mess. No
sooner had they closed the doors
than Squadron V arrived. Although
schedules were slightly out of time
on your arrival, the detachment
joins in wishing you a cordial wel
come, Squadron V. May your stay
here be as enjoyable and as profit
able as it should be.
The Air Corps Eager Beaver
Dance Orchestra played the Coun
try Club in Bryan over the past
week-end. The musicians ably di
rected by A/S Joseph Bossert at
tracted and held a large gathering.
During the night Captain Hill
stopped in, and his presence was
acknowledged by the playing of
his favorite tune, “Green Eyes”
as he entered the door.
Aviation Students Bob Elliott
and Horace Acuff did a masterful
job of putting the vocals across suc
cessfully. High spot of the eve
ning was a new-comer to the
band, Miss Sue Hargrove, who
proved to be well worth numerous
encores. Members of the detach
ment anxiously await the time
when Miss Hargrove can sing at
one of the detachment meetings.
Squadron III guidon bears the
review ribbons at its peak for this
week and Squadron II bears the
Mess Ribbon. Congratulations to
you both. Squadron V is giving no
tice to all others that there will
be competition for those ribbons
very shortly-
The campus has already begun
to resound to the Aggie War Cry,
“Beat L. S. U.”, Aggies we’re be
hind you. The aviation students
of the detachment wish you luck in
defeating Louisiana State in the
Orange Bowl, Miami, Florida.
“BEAT L. S. U.!”
The 308th Detachment Glee Club
will sing three numbers at the First
Methodist Church in Bryan this
coming Sunday.
Beavers, another of our monthly
Wing Balls is coming up the 18th
of this month so as a reminder it
is only 23 more shopping days un
til Christmas and only 16 more
days until the Wing Ball. Get your
dates early while they last.
inspection.
It’s four days since the men of
Ramp G battled tremendous odds
to pass inspection. When asked if
they would advocate that all of
Squadron IV follow a regular prac
tice of clanning rooms in the dark,
a spokesman for the G-men sta
ted; “Don’t advise them to do that;
It was all right for us, we had to
do it; but they are too young to
die.”
PERSONALS:
A/S James A. Hamilton other
wise known as “SNAFU” has been
seen carrying blankets, books, and
what have you in his hirt. Maybe
this is some lead on the reasons
he refuses to have his shirts alter
ed. An interesting note about
“Snafu” is that he never carries
his books nor pencil to classes and
on several occasions has been
known to borrow a pencil to take
an examination.
A/S Lyle W. North was pointing
in full “bird-dog” form Monday in
a doorway and the door slammed
on his right or left ankle (even he
doesn’t know which) and put him
on crutches.
The squadron’s drummer. Rex-
ford Hall, has been wearing his
winter underwear to P. T. these
cool afternoons- He is really quite
a figure on the “Push-ups.”
It has been found that Austin
Demolin has beeng practicing his
Sunday morning sermons behind
locked doors. Maybe you should
keep your voice down, Reverend!
T/Sgt. Cassleo William Franklin
Xviaer Dishman, Junior was seen
suggesting to the waitress serving
him ham and eggs that they go
out and play “Bear.” Wouldn’t she
play, Cassleo?
HELP BRING VICTORY . . .
BUY WAR BONDS TODAY 1
Lawrence Sullivan
Ross
Going to and from classes, we at
one time or another go by the
front of the Academic-, Building,
and have passed that bearded sta
tue which stands in the front of
it. You have probably noted the
name Lawerence Sullivan Ross on
the padestal, and some of you may
even have read the inscription on
the back:
Lawerence sullivan ross
1838-1898
SOLDIER, STATESMAN and
KNIGHTLY GENTLEMAN
BRIGADIER GENERAL C. S. of
A. GOVERNOR OF TEXAS
PRESIDENT OF A. & M.
COLLEGE
Ross was not a born Texan, but
his family moved to Texas in 1839.
He attended Florehce Wesleyan
University in Alabama, and gradu
ated 1859. After finishing college,
he went on frontier duty with the
Rangers, where he remained until
the start of the Civil War. Prior to
this, Ross was known as a great
Indian fighter, and especially for
the recapture of Cynthia Ann Par
ker, who been captured as a child
by the Comanchees and had been
brought up in Indian lore. “Sul,”
as he was commonly called, enlisted
in the Confederate Army as a pri
vate, and at the end of the war,
was a rigadier General. After the
war .until 1891, his occupations
varied from farmer, sheriff, mem
ber of Texas Constitutional Con
vention, to Governor of Texas, ob
taining all of these positions by
the request of the people and not
by any campaigning of his own.
Until 1890, Texas A. & M. Col
lege had not conceived of a proper
head for the college, but at that
time they decided to have a presi
dent as the top man, and invited
Ross, who was governor at the
time, to fill the position. Ross
finished his term of office, "and on
January 1, 1891, assumed the po
sition of President of Texas A.
& M. College.
From then on, there was a change
in the college- The enrollment in
creased, not because the parents
of the boys attending thought they
were sending their sons to A. &
M. College, but rather they were
sending them to Ross. Ross knew
the parents of many of the boys
who were attending the school, and
in that way was able to obtain the
parental respect and discipline of
the students. Due to this parental
respect and the hero worship that
teh boys had for “Sul,” he was
able to develop in the students re
spect for their school, which is the
backbone of the “Aggie Spirit”
that we all admire.
Gremlins
SqaadrMi V
Some people say it’s easy to
step into some one else’s shoes and
get the gravy—that is a lot of
“Gremlin-Juice!” The secret is to
maintain the high standards that
our predecessors left for us to
follow.
As Aviation Students direct from
a G. I. camp, we will have to accus
tom ourselves to a higher plane
of military discipline. From what
we have already seen of the kind of
food we are getting—Ah yes, and
plenty of—we shouldn’t have much
trouble to keep on the “beam.”
Our orientation given to us by
our Commanding Officer, Capt. S.
B- Hill and our Tactical Officer
Lt. R. S. Grover, proves that as
potential officers of the Army Air
Corps we should-and are- getting
the best that is available under the
present conditions.
The food is far superior to what
we were anticipating. We get more
then our share. Never go hungry,
but eat what you take. That’s more
then TO JO, or CORPORAL HIT
LER can say to his men.
When we arrived at College Sta
tion to attend Texas A. & M., little
did we realize the importance and
the huge expenditure that must
take place to teach us in the
best military college in the world;
to become valuable in the service
of our country.
We are fighting for a big cause
and that is FREEDOM.
Though we are just a part of the
greatest organization in the world,
we are given a chance to prove
our worth. This chance-and chal-
lenge-is accepted. With the aid of
a wonderful background of Texas
A. & M., the Officers and the per
sonnel of the 308th College Train
ing Detachment, we will do our
utmost to maintain the high stand
ards set for us-
Gosh, but it’s good to sit down
to meals like Mom use to cook at
home. We have been “G. I.”. No
more of this soft soap, no more
of this “Powder-Puff’ Sergeant
business when Reveille comes
around; there won’t be anyone
around tip-toeing around for fear
of waking up somebody. You don’t
have a nurse-maid tap you lightly
on the shoulder and whisper softly
into your ear, “Wake-up now, its
time to get up.” You bet there
won’t! When Reveille comes around,
hop to MISTER and on the DOU
BLE.
Through a process of elimina
tion, we have been fortunate to
be selected as Aviation Students.
From now on we have the best
that the government can buy. We
will eat, have plenty of opportunity
to rest (as prescribed) and work.
Rest assured—Gentlemen—that we
are envied by many. Just sit down
and think this over. We can suc
cessfully learn a two year college
course in approximately five
months. The work will be literally
thrown at us, but due to present
existing conditions we have no
alternative. Uncle Sam thinks and
does know that we have qualified
for this training through competi
tive exams. He is willing to sponsor
us and give us the training that
cannot be duplicated anywhere else
in the world.
Spotligkt an Sports
Top notch Squadron I basketball
team met more than its match last
Tuesday night when they were
toppled in a fast game by Squadron
IV. The freshman squadron finally
hit its stride by winning from the
veteran five by the tight margin
of 53 to 52, after having lost its
first five games. The upset was
sparked by the high gear scoring
of Kenton Corwin who rasked up
nine filedr goals for 18 of Squad
ron IV’s total.
Squadron I was in the lead at
the end of each of the first three
quarters, but was see-sawed out
of the money in the fourth session.
Supplementing Corwin’s counters,
the scoring of five field goals by
“Rusty” Drake, and three by Ha
rold Dale, proved too much for the
staying power of Squadron I. The
balance of the points made good
by the winning team were by Ken
neth Kemp, Stanley Green, Ber
nard Ankel, Daniel Torres, John
Young, and Alan Dawn.
The clash was the first in the
new round of basketball games just
begun,.
Because all players placed on
the All American News Football
team are in the service, we take
time to print them for you.
Backs, A. Bertelli, N D, Marine
Private; W. Daley, Mich., Navy
App. Seaman; C. Miller, N D, Army
Med. Disc’g’e; J. Odell, Penn, Navy
V-5.
Ends, J. Yonaker, N D, Marine
Reserve; R. Heywood, USC, Ma
rine Private.
Guards, P. Filley, N D, Marine
Reserve; A. Agase, Purdue, Ma
rine Reserve.
Tackles, J. White, N D, Navy
V-5; D. Whitmire, Navy, Naval
Academy.
Center, C- Myslinski, Army, Mili
tary Academy.
Letters to the Editor
He that wants good sense is un
happy in having learning, for he
has thereby only more ways of ex
posing himself; and he that has
sense knows that learning is not
knowledge, but rather the art of
using it.—Steele.
BUT THAT EXTRA WAR BO HD TODAY
My ’’Wild Eyed Cadet—I haven’t
heard from him yet. You may
search everywhere but you won’t
find hide nor hair—Of my wild
eyed cadet.”
What’s the latest—dope. Just got
a telephone from one of the Ex-
Squadron V “Evil Beavers” from
down SAACC way, thought may-
haps it would prove interesting but
since I can’t read, here it is:
Dear Anderson,
I finally got here after making
about 100 stop£. I got soaking wet
too, for I packed my raincoat in
my barracks bag.
Boy, this is some place, in the
middle of nowheres. San Antonio
is the closest town and it is ten
miles away. Everyone that’s gone
there has said there’s nothing there
but soldiers.
Well we’re restricted for fifteen
days- We have a personal inspection
every day during the fifteen days.
Our student officers run as high
as a colonel down here. Dixon is a
Lt. of Flight A and Maldenado is
barracks chief. The demerits run
the same as at College Station.
Tours walked seven days a week
here. Yon don’t carry a rifle, but
you wear white gloves.
I have two hours of drill and
two hours of P. T. Sad Sack!
We catch K. P. and guard duty
after we finish our examinations.
We start in Tuesday or Wednesday
on our eight hour examination.
Well old boy, I’ll tell you more
about the happenings when they
happen. Send me a “BAT.”
Your Pal,
Felix Colo.
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