Bradley beam., 1945-04-07
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ADVENTURES WITH A JUNIOR
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treated Wac Column1St TOT ner copy and bounding Ed Paris for his Rowing Reporter" scribing and now we are in the same spot. The headline is looming and the in- spiration lacking. Believe it or not, it is now 2330 Wednesday evening, April fourth, and not a period or even an exclamation point in sight. You shouldn't hadda oughta done this to us, Lieutenant. Barnum was not only right, in our case he was psychic.
 Oh We'll, It Was Windy
 For the past few days, c Squad ron's G Men have been out on the range wrestling with everything from Tommy Guns to .22's and hardly dub in the lot. On Mon- days and Tuesdays parties, the "gunners" had the privilege of the company of none other than "Annie Oakley" Maloof, pride of the Me Coys, who did all right by himself, but he must admit that Johnny Gutkowsh's competition helped him no end. Jack Rosenfeld also did, some fine target puncturing, but his positions meet a human pretzel, pals. We could'a done bet ter with a spray gun.
 More and More
 Last Saturdays sweat line out side the pass department had some of the lads confused. Five or six of G's stalwarts waited forty-five minutes before they discovered it wasn't a chow line and the only food being handed out was "baloney", being delicately served by that master chef, pass me the frying pan Iannacone. Incidentally, we first arrived at the Orderly Room about 1430 that day but tears, bribes and pleadings had no effect. Even a threat to do ourself bodily harm via hari-kari with a butcher knife only earned the offer of a pistol from Sgt. Fred erick, who said it wasn't as messy. Anyhoo, at 1745 we finally received that elusive form seven, officially signed and served. As we stumbled out of the OR, weak and pale, but happy, we gently murmured to our selves, "Excelsior!" |. and to all, a GOOD NIGHT.
 Still More and More
 Have you noticed, of late, the very exclusive and talented Staffs who have been serving as firemen on the co shifts? Never saw such a sudden up-cropping of Assistant cos who were unqualified for fire men. As a result, Rowan stopped winding the crank of his boiler hong enough to shovel, shovel and shovel. Tom Conroy gave those fires more than spiritual attention and Buckner, Pride of the Security Section, decided he preferred fire arms to firing. Greetings, gentle men,. you have joined the ranks of the Sooty Savants of G. Coal box clusters, forthwith. .. Wouldn't a lot of us be surprised if we knew what lurked beneath the obviously quiet appearance of newly-striped Cpl. Ed. Kelley. Don't let that Southern drawl fool you-a Yankee hides beneath. And then we can always bring up "Knobby" Provost who is well on his way to- ward a pin-up gallery, strictly bor- rowed. Bob Buehler back from the hospital was missed by his POP cronies who only wished they had been better visitors. Exclu- sive-Herdan's back. Not Ex- elusive out of Windsor Locks.
 In Conclusion
 In conclusion, gentlemen, we'd like to close leaving the following thought in mind. IF ANY OF YOU YARDBIRDS THINK YOU GAN DO A BETTER JOB, IT'S YOURS. We'll be waiting, said the spider to the fly, the building is 234, ask for the genius. (YouIl probably get