FROM EDITORIAL H.Q.

Arawa Guerilla, Issue 1, 1 April 1942, Page 1

F R OM EDITORIAL H.Q.

In this, our first issue, I wish to greet all our readers and prospective readers. This is your paper (for a. “brown jo”) but this does not mean that the payment of this collosal sum excuses you from writing something for the "Guerilla” now and again. In fact if there is too much loafing in sending in a paragraph now and again I will approach the powers that be to have it placed on Routine Orders. Your support is just as necessary as a Battalion parade . . . and by all the jumping jacks this means something now. You can slate the Editor as much .as you like. He is unpaid . . abused . . . and generally called a lazy hound of the first order. Cheers chaps! SOMEWHERE TO GO The Soldiers’ Club extends a hearty welcome to all men during hours of leave. The club is situated opposite the Post Office on the second floor and cups of tea and cocoa can be obtained, there. The Catholic Club has a spacious hall and a restful lounge and is open to all men of the Forces from 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. on Sundays. Supper is free. On leaving the camp take the second turning to the left and the Club will be found in the Convent grounds. Barr to promotion . . . Private B . . . was frightfully worried the day we shifted from tents to huts. He peered anxiously hither and thither. “I have lost a pair of pialliases,” he cried anxiously. “I was only wearing them an hour ago.” Anklets is the word, sir. Dammit, man.