KODIAK .
DIARY ...
Some time ago the readers of
the columns of the Mirror were
following a series of notices,
which appeared week to week,
signed alternately by B-G Nel
son and Toodles Martin, con
cerning the paternity of certain
offspring. When the notices be
gan to be misunderstood we
hastily printed a notice that the
participants were cnly dogs.
To forestall the appearance,
at least temporarily. of another
such series of (paid) notices, we
print the following item (free
gratis-for-nothing):
“A recent incoming passenger
via Alaska Airlines was M’toto,
dachshund belonging to Clark
Anderson, of Anchorage. M’toto
(we are told by our expert on
Africa, Paul Herring, that the
name is Africanique and means
“baby”) while in Kodiak was
the house guest of Toodles Mar
tin, dachshund of Ray Martin.
M’toto returned to Anchorage
via the same air line, naturally,
there being only one ” *
That’s the last we want to
hear of Toodles for—er—some
time.
An official of the Rural Elec
trification Association tells us
that when it first got word that
the local Kodiak Electric As
sociation was interested in cold
storage facilities for its plant it
just couldn’t believe it. They had
to adjust themselves to conceive
of a cold storage plant in quote
frozen unquote Alaska.
Now that the KEA has ex
pressed an interest in ice manu
facturing facilities, the same of
ficial said he would take the word
back with him, and that there
would be more skepticism to
overcome.
Maybe the fact that the REA
headquarters are in Missouri has
something to do with it.
You’ve all heard the “Army
Air Corps” song, onjjthe radio
and in innumerable movies,
whieh was written by Capt.
Robert Crawford, one of Alas
ka’s own and now a bomber fer
rying pilot at Gore Field, Mont.
Capt. Crawford was born in
Dawson. When an engineering
student at Princeton he started
flying Later as a concert bari
tone and conductor he piloted
his own plane while keeping en
gagements all over the United
States and Alaska. His musical
career took him through Julliard
School of Music in New York
and he studied in France for 2
years. He has written both ser
ious and light music, been in op
eratic work, conducted sym
phony and choral groups, writ
ten and produced musical com
edies and done radio and con
cert work.
The “Army Air Corps” song
is the best known of his compo
sitions. It is the official song of
the air corps. He also wrote
“Mechs of the Air Corps” for
the greaseballs, and “Cadets of
the Air Corps” for the cadets.
Capt. Urawrord nas wriuen a
new number now, and he sends
a copy of it to his old friend of
Fairbanks days, Jack Allman,
local police and fire chief. Billed
as America’s Hymn of Hate, the
song is titled “Kill the Bas
tards!” and to Jack he inscribed
a copy “Hi! Jack! Ain’t this
what we always said?”
The copy provides for substi
tution of the word “buzzards”
where advisable.
The lyrics read:
We’ll kill the lousy buzzards
And we’ll knife ’em with ayell!
For there is only one good Japa
nese
And he is dead as hell!
Oh, MacArthur’s men are
marching
And with “Anchors and Wings
away”
We’ll wipe their lousy island
off the ocean!
Chorus:
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