PAPPY SPEAKS
Anytime you think you have
worries and are carrying the burden of the entire detachment on your shoulders,
just hunt up “Bungling Bednarsh” and watch him sweat out the intricacies of the
teletype. Such language Maxie
m’boy. Don’t let it get you down, look
at the mistakes you could make if you had twice as man hands. This war can’t last forever (they say) and
you can go back to the farm then and get right behind the plow and forget about
all modern mechanical gadgets. Max, you
might start some sort of revival movement to bring Indian smoke signals back
into their own.
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Do you want to know anything
about this island? Any points of
interest you have missed because you didn’t know exactly where they are? If this is your problem, just see the
Corporal in charge of our postal system, the honorable Rice, since he took over
the mail department, has been everywhere and seen everything of interest
here. Could this be the reason that our
mail is late at times? Shame on you
Richard taking a leisurely jaunt about the island while the fellows are
sweating out something special like a little perfumed gadget telling Joe that
“All is forgiven, Honey, you can come home now”.
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Whatsa matter Jackson, you
mad as us??? We haven’t seen your
homely puss here in the area for many moons.
Don’t give us that snow job about the time you don’t have, we know you
can’t be that busy. Besides, you’ve got
a bunch of fellows at “weasel” that are perfectly capable of handling things
much better during your absence. If you
and your crew come up here you’ll find a club that is at least as good as the
little sanctuary you used t have beside the “Sad Sack” even unto the red
parachute and the bar. We could do with
the help of your connections. Honest,
we won’t grab you guys for K.P. and
detail. Our intentions are strictly
honorable. (Besides you might know of
some WACS the wolves here haven’t found about yet.) Sooooo, “come up and see us sometime, big boy.”
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How about this supply
section of ours? Do you boys actually
have to buy and pay cash for your own pockets for the equipment and
material you get, or is it just a rumor?
We hate to get out of the sack too, but the “call of duty” catches up
with us every day, (including Sundays and holidays.) I think a more appropriate place for the “24 hour service” sign
you have displayed so prominently in supply, would be over the collective sacks
of Wainwright, Levy, Riehmann and Ehrlich, Inc.
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Orchids to Sgt. Dahlgren for
the splendid work he’s done in getting the Enlisted Men’s club from a figment
of the imagination into the reality it is today.
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Welcome back to the area you
homely Hibernian, glad to have you back, Cassidy. During your extended stay at the 132nd hostelry, you
must have met quite a number of the feminine sex. Now let’s not become mercenary and hold up any of the fellows who
want a little inside dope on that “cute little number with the you-know-what.”
CLUB NOTES:
12 May 45, an old time rumor
lends itself a little reality. An
enlisted men’s club was born of our talk until the call sounded and a wave of
building cleaning and planning swept the area.
Result, and ex-Red Cross building transformed into an ultra modern
(SWPA) style club room.
In was then decided and is
now the practice to devote the club to the need and desires of all men in the
outfit. Also, to let one dogface know
what the other is doing. To prove that
specialized work, remote living conditions and diversity in occupation all add
up to good fellowship in an outfit rather than detract as is commonly
thought. The brainchild began with a
meeting, and anxious crowd and a desire to get things going. Official requirements were decided on and
temporary officers in the capacity of President Bob Travis Vice-President and
Secretary Sam Mosby, Treasurer Bill Conway and Ass. Treas. Rudy Rudolphi found
themselves the BTO.
A board of governors was
installed to make decisions and inaugurate the good policies of the club. George Dalgren, the Charman, with Rich
Richmond, Stubby Darrough, Like Woodard, and PX Rush Rushing comprised the
Honorable board.
To date the club has proven
a social as well as financial success. Two parties with cold beer and much
frivolity have made believers of many a Doubting Thomas. While every evening, a cold stateside coke
in a quiet atmosphere either for a little personal correspondence or a solid
fat chewing contest makes us wonder how we ever got along without the club.
The financial backing given
the club by its members runs into nice blue ink figures. (Speaking strictly Dutch of course.) Coke sales run the till into a miniature
mint. The house game doesn’t seem to be
doing badly either we say with our fingers crossed.
Now that we know the
possibilities of our little organization, future great events can be planned
and it looks as thought Club 45 is toing to make the “where to go” column for
the South Pacific.
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“THE 45 TIMES”
Published by and for the men
of Detachment 45, 142nd A.A.C.S Sqdn.
Editor (Acting) Cpl. Phil Sturm
Illustrations Sgt. Gerald Maystrik
“Production”
M/Sgt. Bill Conway Cpl Fred R. Iseli
Sgt. Don Wade Sgt. Abe Bussell
“Features By:”
Sgt. C. W. Hardin Cpl. Jack Radford
Sgt. Martin B. Milam
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CLUB 45’S THIS WEEK’S
SPECIAL
FIREWORKS or election of
officers, it’s the same difference. How
about some campaign managers starting the ball rolling for some old fashioned,
all-out stumping.
By the way – the management
wishes me to inform you that you vote only once and loitering at the polls is
permissible – that is at least until you’ve collected the promised guilders
from the candidates.