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Arawa Guerilla, Issue 16, 1 July 1943, Page 4

DANCE During the mlonth another unit dance was held. As usual Sgt. Vincent was M.C. and did his usual good job of work. There was a big crowd and, everybody seemed keen to dance — on this occasion the dance did not have the fault of previous dances, a bunch of shrinking violets standing over by the annexe, too timid to ask the girls to dance.

The evening was notable in two respects. One was the last public appearance of Lt.-Col. and Mrs. Wood and the the other the last performance of the camp band. The evening was its swan song; it is now broken up and the players mostly marched out.

Organised many months ago by Don Patton, Eric Struckett and Cec.

Hooker, the orchestra acquired some fame in the district and beyond and was much in demand. Its performance, it was generally agreed, was first rate. There were changes in the personnel from time to time, but the standard was maintained. The camp is going to miss its orchestra.

“My wife always hears me when I enter the house late at night,” complains a correspondent. Has the war taught him nothing? He should infiltrate in.

“Can you tell the way to the police station, please?” said the nun, going up to the priest in the street. “Sorry. No good asking me. I’m a paratroop too.”