Bradley beam., 1945-06-16
PILL ROLLER CUTUPS
 
By DEE TEES"

4AdNCI1 OI ICot 0OIHC Oycu Call it the salt mines of Siberia. Call it what you choose; to use it is our abode and place of labor and I do mean labor. If you don't believe it just volunteer for the Medics and find out for yourself.
 Of course some of our new ar rivals don't see eye to eye on that score but if they don't cooperate, they just can't come to our won derful parties. ski. j. Maxie. the taxi is running himself ragged these days. Quite the big cheese with his own dispensary. Three cheers for King Max. .. We are still getting reports from that delirious week end spent by Slim, (oh ghost who walks) and Sgt. Chagnon recently in Westfeld. We notice an extra gray tinge in your hair Charlie and an added wrinkle in your forehead Slim. Epic history was made at the Base Medical Inspectors office on II June, 1945, at 1000. Shot Man Tootie took a shot for a change and is he suffering. If ] any of you guys or gals would like to know which arm to squeeze, just l try the right. .. Sgt. Copenhagen is contemplating buying his own plane after the duration and six. At the present time he eats, talks and sleeps CATS. Why not try walking on air, Cope? Our front desk gal, Ethel, delights in telling people how she arranges flowers with her own pretty little hands. You're not being informa- tional when you speak like that sis teri .. Latest reports have it that the knives will soon be passed out among the boys of lower 533. Take it easy Al and don't get excited. We like the way "Be Happy Veno" takes off at every opportune moment to visit Louise. Does she really miss you George or are you trying to impress the guys. ..
 The good Sgt. Bissalon wrote one of the guys and inquired the whereabouts of the Medics column, we'll it's a long story Bliss, and we won't go into it all now, the thing is here goes again. First we might like to know, how are the blue, blue, Italian skys and the too, too, Italian gals. There are quite a bunch of the old guard that are seeing sky and girl from lot of different places, oh we'll fellas you're lucky that's all, We can still sing. Incidentally, speaking of music, keep weather eye on this boy Ray Vaughn-he toots a mean trumpet It should be mean one he's been on the pressure end for about seven years now. With music in mind, you don't know what you're missing when your own Sgt. Fried man (feet ct al incorporated) starts in with his latest theme song "You Are My Sunshine.
 Remember Tom O'Keefe? We'll he turned Medic a while back, and the change must have done some good for the lucky boys getting married. Oh happy, happy day!
 There was a time when certain three (Big, Medium, and Little) fellas spent the better of their eve nings in that really smooth WAC Rec hall. Gee, fellas, what are you quitting now for? We won't tell, honest.
 Pink Booties Perrin ("Mow an now," for shorty is deserting us lately. Who's stealing our stuff gal? Come now tell your ole pappy.
 Little Ann Nagy says she's hav- ing a "bad time of it" these last few days of warm sunshine with her man off at war somewhere across the seas.
 They tell us that Charlie Chag- non boarded the bus the other night and the driver didn't say where to, he just looked at c. c. and said the hospital. Charlie you look fine to us, or was it your age that gave +ha driver the hint. Take Freddie