Bradley beam., 1945-02-24
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M/Sgt. John T. McAllister

ness above and beyond the call of duty was displayed by our SISgt. Wendell Logan last week although he modestly claims that anyone else could do the same thing. Awakening suddenly out of a deep sleep he glanced at his alarm clock through the murky darkness of the barracks, read the time at 0705, and leapt out of bed with the swift realization that he was supposed to go on shift at O700. Worse yet, his shift-partner, Cpl. Ed. Stanich, was snoring peacefully in the bed beside him. Wendell rolled him out on the floor and shook him out of what seemed an unusually dense morning stupor even for Ed. In record time our hero dressed, neat ly made his bed, and pulled some clothes onto the still groggy Stanich. Then they stumbled down. stairs to the latrine where to their surprise there were some of the boys getting ready to go to bed. Watches were checked. They had plenty of time to make the shift. Wendell's alarm clock had really read 0O25; it makes difference in telling time which hand you decide is the long hand. For once Ed Stanich was reportedly speeches..
 ANNOUNCEMENTS: After weeks of exits, the Weather Squad ron finally got new member last week. The newcomer is Cpl. Ora Fay Thomas, in whose name the Ora was silent until the Army started making it official. Fay is a native of Fort Worth, Texas, and since enlisting in July 1943, has been stationed at Cochran Field and Spence Field in Georgia. A qualified weather observer with some experience as a student fore caster, she was office manager for a casualty insurance company in Texas before becoming Wac. Formerly she had clerked for Postal Telegraph and Western Union and studied business ad- ministration evenings at Texas Christian. Fay's hobbies are horse back riding and golf-both of which will have to wait until the big thaw hits the Connecticut Valley.
 VICTORY: The Weather Comm. hoopsters took the 94th five by 62-4O the other night in the Base gym. Flushed with this triumph, team Capt. Ed. Stanich is now try ing to arrange a game with the Amazon squads that appeared in the latest Abbott and Costello picture.
 SLIGHT ERROR: That furtive figure you see sinking around be- hind trees and buildings is prob ably It. Novello trying to avoid members of the Base Basketball team. Last Wednesday night when he cleared their plane for the hop to Suffolk AAF he assured them they could fly back after the game all right. But clouds and fog shut down that part of Long Island like a blanket before the game was over. And Suffolk is not noted as a popular place from which to send an RON. The team should have been suspicious since It. Novello wasn't making the trip himself.
 MINSTREL: Cpl. Dick Heil of AACS is weighing an offer to ap- pear with his guitar nightly at the Villa Rose. Dicks plunking and singing, handicapped only slightly by the vocal accompaniment of Weathermen Berg, Wilson, and Kennedy, made a terrific hit with the patrons and the proprietor. The spaghetti flowed like wine, they say.
 STUDENTS: Drinking deep at the we'll of knowledge at MT. this week are It. Jarvis Alger, It. Vernon Porter, M/Sgt. John Lutz, and SlSgt. Dave Kennedy. The