The Apache sentinel., 1944-02-25
. NOTES of the
37th Spec. SeN. Co.

Promotions: The first platoon re-
Gently belied the old adage Never
change horses in the middle of a
stream: the new "horSe" in this
case is Sgt. Bernard S. Edwards,
erStWhile motion picture man, who
is the new boss of the fiery first.
Sgt. Edwards halls from Washing
ton, DC, and can be heard for
miles away when he's shooting ca
dence. The boys tease back with
Sound off, Frog, we can't hear
you"
Pfc. John R. Jones, our brilliant
choral director, is now acting music
technician for the fourth platoon.
He succeeds Sgt. Leroy Youngblood,
who left us recently via the transfer
route. Jones has already started
on some new piano arrangements,
which, incidentally, are his special
ty, and has promised to show us
something real soon. His friends
back home in Richmond, Va, will
be glad to hear the news, and SO
are we. Good luck, chum!
It's. no longer Pfc, but TI5
Charles Cooper of the 37th motor
pool. The glad news just reached
u.s. Cooper. another luminary of the
first platoon in particular, and the
states of Pennsylvania and New
Jersey in general, is the first of the
two and one-half ton truck Jockeys
to receive his rating. Who was it
that said that guy ought to be
driving a tank?
Visitors: Mrs Frances ClamonS,
wife of our Cpl. Robert ''Sparks"
Clemens, was a recent visitor to
Fort Huachuca Baltimore, Md,
must have been quite an empty city
for those few days without it's
charming "school-marm,' but there
is a certain radio technician here in
this company who surely didn't give
a hoot about that. Mrs. Clemons
was in time to witness our first
WILD Varieties" performance, and
she has now returned home.
Pfc. Dewitt T. White, of Amarillo,
Tex, has been granted an emerg-
ency furlough, after having been
with us for little more than three
weeks. He was transferred here
from Sou to replace Pfc. Julius r.
Boaz in the radio group. Here's hop
ing he enjoys pleasant stay
Entertainments: For the past few
weeks on each Saturday night, the
37th, in conjunction with the 335th
Station Hospital, has held lively
Informal jam sessions in the Case
officers rec hall The idea for these
parties was born in the 335th, and
was presented, originally, as a sort
of experiment; it proved to be sue
cessful for the parties became in
creasingly popular with the soldiers
and WACs, and Saturday night at
2100 became an eagerly awaited
hour. Officially, the parties are
now discontinued, but, confidential
ly this is an appeal for their re-
inauguration. To whom, it may con-
Germ =. please note, pleased!
Here and There: just can't help
remembering again those swell
tunes our boys cooked up for "Va-
rieties" not so very long ago. Re-
cali mo Love No Nothing? That
was a swell one, arranged by Sim
con Hatch specially for the occa-
sion, and sung by Phyllis Branch;
Mmm-mm. Also Twilight" by
Harold Franklin, and the "Interna-
tional" by William O. Smith. Hats
off, again, boys. Imagine that
suave Fred Brown donning his
Sunday best and stepping out with
a quite-easy-on-t -the-eyes WAC! My,
my. They tell us that Nate
Football Johnson is just knock
ing them out over there at the hos
pital yeah Haw, Haw," 'Hold
up once there good chum" What a
guy! Get back here soon, Nate. i.
Bill Belcher also still lying on hos
pital cot. How much longer, Bill?
We're waiting on you. Did you
lamp Cape May (the real names
Clarence White) over there in the
MET hall on Saturday night, stach-
ed in the corner looking all calm