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Flak, Volume 1, Issue 7, 11 June 1943, Page 7

Aitch Ee at Gee Ate

At last G.B.’s advertising staff has decided ,to release a few 'facts about our station public.. Our site could be rightly called the “orphan” of the regiment. (We are orphan called the orphan). This unhappy state of, affairs is caused by our site being so far from town. For this reason our leave is ten days on and two days off. The neutral observer would think it was two on and ten off, judging by the amount of leave the Waacs seem to manage. i On one occasion we received a letter-from the City Council complaining of the crowds which met our leave bus.. We understood they were United States servicemen, waiting for the beautiful, bashful, bathing belles brought back by the bus from the backblocks. Our latest addition is a one-eyed member of the canine species known to all as “Ring.” We took him over from H. 3. At last the dog, poor thing, has found an ideal home. After lining and painting our Rec Hut, two of the officers have decided to take up interior decorating. . They guarantee even to make the ablution block look smart. Now-a-days table tennis is the site’s favourite indoor sport. A team visited the air base the other night, but the results, of the match were not the best. However the next time we hope to show the Air Force what We really think of them. At this stage we would like to apologise to those members of the public who were unable to witness this match, and we wish to inform them that a larger hall will be taken for our tournament next time. Occasionally a party goes to the Air Force for the dances. An officer accompanies the party, and the only officer available last time was “Gunner Pat,” as he is called by the Waacs. As “Gunner Pat” could not dance, a hurried lesson was given him by one of our Waac Bdrs., and we understand he had a very enjoyable evening at the aerodrome. As a result. “Gnr. Pat” keeps asking “When is the next dance.”

-It is thought this new dancing fan will take a lot of holding down in futrue, so Waacs, “BEWARE.” Owing to the approach of winter our usual Sunday sunbathing picnics on the beach have ceased, but our Maori P.T. courses are continuing without a hitch in the Rec. Hut and in the Barracks. If you are interested come out and see us sometime, and watch this paper for further news. CO-OPERATION Are you pleased with FLAK? Seven issues have now been published, the last three a combined effort of the 22nd ‘Regt., 15th Regt., and 67th Battery. The sales have been quite satisfactory, but could be much better if everyone bought a copy. Contributions from some batteries have been good and from some fair, and from others NIL. The paper can only be produced to please YOU if you co-op-erate both in contributing matter and in buying a paper. Remember Kipling: — “CO-OPERATION! It’s the everlasting team work of every blooming soul.” DO TRIFLES COUNT? Who was the wise one of yore who said that it was the little things of life that counted most? Well trifles really DO count. . Only the other night the cook put the officers on a fuss as it were —produced at a moment’s notice a gloriously prepared trifle. The remnants of the meal were securely deposited in the kitchen larder, but (the truth' will out) the gunners (Yes, Waacs) found some trifle and in no time devoured it. Well, ask yourself what our Cookie saidit’s really unprintable. The Cook is of the Goud Quid Irish stock. Never ye mind, Murph, it was good cooking anyway. Tempting the Court A buxom, scantily-clad negress, getting pert with the judge who admonished her for not dressing sufficiently, was fined five dollars for contempt of Court. When asked by the clerk what the fine was for, she replied “Fo’ tempting the Court,” /