Some Old Timers

Observation Post, Volume 1, Issue 30, 11 December 1942, Page 5

Some Old Timers

Many Gunners go, many Gunners come, but ‘‘Beer Troop goes on for ever. In the last year we have lost many fellow Gunners to N.Z.E.F. etc., but let us recall some of them.

FRANK JACOURT once a spec, then funny enough thought he would like a change, so became a Gunner. A good man with a good yarn in a tight place. WHITEY left us rather hurriedly ami now 1 believe holding up three stripes and a gun. Nice work, Boy, remember 82. BONDY, a very quiet chap, had a change and went to Anti Tank and is now saying Tanks for those three stripes. GAVIN, or at least we should really be polite and say Mr., is doing some kind of Headquarter job, but is very handy at attaching his signature to a 667. MILLSEY always seems rather dazed and decided that guns were too much work, felt hungry and attached himself to the canteen. HOOT, a very dashing young signaller got tangled up and is now in A.A. BIGGSEY, is trying his hand in AA., but still the beer is a great attraction. DON, one of the quietest. Never a murmur, but always plenty of action. His cousin was with us for a short spell but he fluttered off. • REILLY, that man! L.M.G. got him and after; working with them became very comical. MIC. M.T. and young ladies, but they all helped to win three stripes and a gun. Congratulations, Mic. BEN with the saxophone down his throat always was to been seen sleeping or weilding a spanner about. TED, a fine batman and wireless operator and also came to the fore on a MAJPEARCE, what a Horse!! Everyone used to stand back while he did all the work. , SHORTY HEPBURN. A good butcher, but evidently a better Bdr. in the- Anti Tank*. Also liked the races. SULLY. Oh those eyes. Oh those

lips, and oh those jaws of steel, even made the Mannon scared. JACK PANE and CURLY CAMERON, both enjoyed heavy driving and a quiet game of poker finished the day. Then, there is Mr. FISHER, who we all pay respect to. A fine soldier, a fine man, but not too shy with the young ladies. Ah, what? In the above I have only mentioned a few. There are' many more, some still with us, also some from the 12th, who I couldn’t possibly pass any comments about, as I am still here myself. | Well, I would like to wish all those old and new members, wherever you .might be, the best wishes and appreciation for Xmas and the Coming Year. B. R. CLAPP, W.O. 2., “B” Troop. ’

CORRECTION.

Unfortunately an • error occurred in our report of the P.D.C. concert last week. The producer was Mr. Len Wood and the costumes were made by several young ladies under the control of Miss Carlisle.

MELODY LANE CALLING. “Mark” wishes to extend his hearty good wishes for as Merry a Christmas as possible, good hunting and a safe return to the hundreds of boys overseas and in camp in New Zealand, who, during the past three years have made melody in Melody —the melody of rattling knives and forks, and clinking crockery mingled with carefree laughter and merry talk. He is profoundly grateful for the ■ privilege of having been of service to , them, and hopes that when they have finished cleaning up Jerry and WOS, ■ they will come back to clean up many • a savoury plate at Melody Lane, Regent ' Arcade, Palmerston North.

REVERSED “How did you make your fortune?” “I became the partner of a rich man; he had the money and I the experience.” “How did that help?” “Now he has the experience and I the money. ” \' X HANDS FULL The teacher was having her trials, and finally wrote the mother: “Your son is the brightest boy in my class, but he is the most mischievous. What shall I do!” The reply duly came: “Do as you please.* I am having my' own troubles with his father.