Laurel outlook., 1944-03-29

Fortunes of War: A very sad lit
tie WAVE dropped into the open
house for officers at the Hotel Del
monico and a sympathetic hostess
inquired as to the of her de-
preston. The WAVE informed her
that her sole reason for joining the
navy was the belief that she would
be sent overseas and thus would be
nearer her husband who, four days
after their marriage, had received
his sailing orders and whom she
hadn't seen for a year and a half.
Then had come that ruling that
WAVES must remain in this coun-
try. She had just been granted her
! first leave, the WAVE continued, and
in a couple of hours would depart
for Cleveland to visit her mother.
The hostess, seeking to cheer her
up, suggested that she dance with
one of the officers present. The
WAVE was willing so a personable
young captain was called over and
introduced. The captain asked the
WAVE to repeat her name, which,
of course, she did.
"Why, I came home in the next
bed to your husband!" exclaimed
the captain. Naturally, as soon as
she could find her breath, the WAVE
asked questions. Her husband wasn't
wounded seriously, in fact would be
discharged from the hospital within
a few days, she was told. He was
at Halloran General, owe on Staten
island, and she would be permitted
to visit him at $50 the next norm
ing. The WAVE cancelled her train
reservations, long distanced her
mother she wouldn't be home and
made arrangements to spend the
night with another WAVE at the
Hotel Biltmore. Early the next
morning, she set out for Halloran.
AS she got off a bus at the hospital,
she heard her name called. And
there was her husband who also
had just left a bus. He had gone
to the city the night before. Not
knowing his wife's whereabouts he
had registered at the Biltmore and
sat for hours in the lobby hoping
she might pass by.
Another War Tale: Capt. Clark
Denny of the United States marines
dropped into Club 1928 for a visit
with his friend, Roger Stearns, who
runs the club and who plays the
piano there. Thought you might
like to know" remarked the cap
tain, something that happened in
the South Pacific shortly before l
came home on leave. The Nips /
were being particularly nasty n
night and l jumped into a foXhole
occupied by an enlisted man whose
home is in Brooklyn. Say, cap
tain,' said the soldier after we'd
been there about two hours, do you
know the 1928 club?' l told him I'd
been there. There was a pause in
our conversation as a bomb landed
nearby. Then the lad turned to me
and said, Gee, but that guy Stearns
sure a tickle those worries" P.
S.-The next three rounds were a
toast to a Brooklyn boy whose name
was unknown.
M.P.'S Are Human: Those mill
tary police who trail second lieu
tenants around the midtown sector
ready to stop any soldier who does
not salute properly, do not relish
their jobs. But orders are orders
and they carry them out. The other
evening, a soldier, deeply e~ngrossed
in conversation with a very pretty
girl and the two plainly deeply in
love, strolled by without a salute.
The second lieutenant stepped out
of the way and waited for his stall
wart shadow to bring the offender
forward so that his name might be
obtained and he be reported to his
superior officer for disciplinary ac-
ton. Nothing happened, so the looie
called the M. P. forward. "He didn't
see you," explained the M. P. a
bit shamefacedly. "Why, ~lieuten-
ant, if l was walkin' along Broad
way with a girl as pretty as that, /
wouldn't see even a four-star gen.
This and That: If you get a GER
tain driver on a Fiftieth street cross
town bus, he'll point out Alice Faye's
on Fo~rty-seventh street
near Tenth avenue q. . Fay and
Gordon, young dance team who
scored a great success in their first
New York appearance, lived in Hol- {
for 20 of their 20-odd years
and never had a bit in a picture
and in the first two hours they were
n Manhattan, they had four movie {
pliers . A fan wrote to Joe {
of the "Mr. and Mrs. North"
'adio program, suggesting the prin- {
,ipals change their names because I
hey sound 'like a couple of bridge I
o~layers". {