THE NEBRASKAN
Sunday, March 26, 1944
Armv
Editors
Tfc. Bill Clilsolm
News
TfcBill Calkins
SWAN SONG or,..
Sorry We're Leaving
'Tis with a journalistic tear or
two that we sit down to perform
the last rites and ceremonies over
the dying corpse of our old "al-
ways-good-for-an-excuse " standby
the Army News page. By the time
this appears in print, the solemn
"wake" will also have been cele
brated with due sadness and with
the not-so-ghostly assistance of
those spirits which always are
present at newspaper burials.
We've had a swell time putting
out a page of odds and ends with
an occasional news story thrown
in for the soldiers for the last
six months. First, we want to
thank the girls on the Nebraskan
staff for putting up with all our
crazy ideas. And for letting us
put out a page at all. We may
have had our differences of opin
ion, but we are grateful for the
girls' many helpful suggestions
and for those smiles and the cas
ual leg art that almost made us
forget we were in the army.
Thanks for Everything
We'd like to thank all the offi
rers on campus, especially Colonel
Murphy, for their co-operation in
answering our never-ending ques
tions and for many a hot tip we
night otherwise have missed. Also
to all you fellows who sent stuff
in to the paper printed or not
we appreciated your interest, even
though we couldn't always use
your contributions with our rather
limited space.
Special thanks go to Bill Shore,
who has done a swell job all year
of covering the Field House and
coming through with stories when
we really needed them. Don't
know what we would have done
without you, Bill thanks. B com
pany's Larry Berlin, another staff
member, carried on as a faithful
sports reporter, especially of Co.
B's basketball games.
Among those who have already
disappeared from our ranks we
number that one and only, irre
pressible Lew Davies, our master
cartoonist and gag-man who could
squeeze a laugh out of anything
caricaturing bars and towering
shoulders seemed to be his pet
pastime. But what came out in
the Nebraskan we liked and we
are sorry he had to leave. "But
honey! the program's been speed
ed up" has been added to our per
manent collection of lines. An old
feature writer, whom we want to
thank for his many past efforts,
is Gerry Larson, who was trans
ferred after Christmas.
You may have forgotten one of
the original founders of this page. '
Harry Olesker's work kept him
from continuing as an editor, but i
we have always been glad to see
him pound out something for us.
As a matter of fact, thanks to
everybody- it's been swell.
We Liked It All
We've liked the carefree life out
here we've had fun with the
coeds (!)-and we've swallowed a
lot of solid UN teaching. There
may not be very many of us left
before long so we'd like to take
the opportunity to say a few
things to Nebraska and all its fine
people
You people at Nebraska, wheth
er you realize it or not, have kepi
a lot of soldiers happy for a long
time. You've given them parties
and dances. You've put on shows
like the War Show, and more par
ties. You've convinced a lot of
people, who never before realized
that Nebraska even existed, that
this is a pretty nice state. We've
found that all of you, faculty,
people of Lincoln, and coeds (es
pecially those we've whistled at),
are really nice people who have
tried to be nice to us and done a
wonderful job of it. We're gonna
hate leaving Nebraska it's been
practically a second alma mater
to us and at times we've imagined
that we were really back at col
lege again darn these khaki uni
forms. So Long, Huskers.
Everything on our Army News
page today is in the nature of a
swan song, so we don't want to
be space-hogs. So thanks again,
everybody. So long and we hope
we see some of you again soon.
THE EDITORS.
AST Patch.
Something to remember.
Mopping Up
BY BILL CALKINS.
Nothing left to mop up just a
final edition of the Army News
page. When we dropped in at
the Nebraskan office last Septem
ber, there were a lot of pretty
coeds floating around, trying to
figure out the next days paper.
There was one fellow there hid
den over in the corner. His name
was John "have you seen an ob
stacle course running around
here?" Eentley a good friend of
all ASTs on campus. He was
the sports editor.
One quick glance revealed that
a few men were needed, so we in
vented an army page. Our motto,
"The latest and the best- always."
Rumors, we meant, not news. So
we settled down to an intriguing
six months of trying to get enough
room from the business staff so
that we could get the news in. and
of trying to get the business staff
to fill up the army page with ads,
because we didn't have any news.
ine first big thing was the be
ginning of the army intramural
basketball league. Then along
came Miss ASTP and our chance
to put a few beauties on the Army
page. Choir concerts, rifle matches.
dances, a few cartoons, now and
then a feature, and once in awhile
something worth reading. All in
all, it was a lot of fun we're
going to miss the Nebraskan
w ish they'd say the same.
Bals in Our Bolfrey . . .
BY BILL SHORE.
Ever since the original 4S moved
into the Field House and painted
the ceiling (the artistry of which
they will never let us forget), news
has brewed in the field house.
It was early October when the
officers herded us into the stadium
to ask us about Union dues and
Cornhuskers, and seeing our
marching form as we entered, de
rided not to . have us march be
tween halves of the homecoming
football game. But marching or
not, field housemen loved football
games, 'cause they meant free Sat
urday afternoons.
Decembe"r was the month of the
field house party, where Third Bn.
men previewed acts from UN war
show, such as Kamm and Laurent
and the hula gal! And in Decem
ber, Oogots was born, to stick his
screwy half-head all . over the
campus and ride home on furlough
with the field housemen.
January, month of furloughs,
furlough blues, and the death of
Oogots, complete with grave, fu
neral and an extra free hour on
Saturday so Lieutenant Shaffer
could rehearse his solo for the
services.
February's when we got our
yard-long atlases and WAC-sacks,
just a week before rumor turned
to fart and we began our month
long farewell.
And now it's March. Even Swee
ney admitted he didn't see much
hope of his taking B-l again. The
winter cold is done, the coeds don't
need us anymore. The infantry
does! 1
'Haven't You Heard?9 Stories
Help Spread Vicious Rumors
"Say, Joe, if I tell you some
thing will you promise not to tell
anyone else if I tell you something
that I just found out? You will?
Well, I just heard "
And if vou think that that
doesn't paint a true picture of the
armv. brother, vou're iust crazv.
Then the Chicago Tribune got
noid of a hot news story. The
ASTP was folding up. Knapsacks
were taken out and examined, cas
masks tested. Little knots gath
ered in the corridor to talk of the
division to which they were sure
they were being sent. They'd heard
it from a guy who'd gotten it from
a... But a notice posted by
Major Pattison helped to scotch
that one and as the days passed
and school continued, it was slowly
forgotten.
And soon after, new rumors of
ASTP folding up began making
tthe rounds. This time it was
backed up by the War Depart
ment. Basic engineers were leay
ing. Certain language groups were
leaving. Chaos reigned. Rumors
fly around yet basic, advanced
engineers leaving, language men
leaving... Heck, even when we
heard that the basics were turning
in their books we didn't believe it,
but... Why we even heard this
morning that one of our friends
had heard from a reliable source
that any officer here could tell you
just who would be overseas, in
what job and when we're waiting
now for the boy who's supposed
to have the cold dope on our own
Another Swan Farewell
BY LARRY BERLIN.
Just a few lines, Chis said, "by
way of farewell." Hard to do,
though, without sounding trite,
because for all of us, the things
we're going to remember longest
about Nebraska are pretty much
the same . . . and pretty nice. The
Crib and the Union, hour dances,
the Turnpike, the Cornhusker, and
most of all, the coeds. For every
thing, thanks.
We hope you ve enjoyed hav
ing us as much as we've enjoyed
being here. And we hope, too, that
we'll be missed about next June
when the last GI marches out to
retreat with the drum around his
waist and the bugle in his left
hand, and tries to salute with his
right.
future' destination but that'll
probably be just another rumor
too. Well, this is the army, they
say.
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Here are three Beauty Contestants who know that spring is here, and
that any day now they'll be wanting to wear sport togs like these.
Ginny Malster, Kappa Alpha Theta, wears shorts, cotton knit sport shirt
and sport jacket . . . Marge Heyn. Kappa Alpha Theta, chooses a play
suit with calotte skirt . . . Peggy Larson, Town Club, selects a pair of
well tailored slacks and sport shirt.
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