Matson49-09-2314The Fort Ord Story

Hello, you've gone to 8.09. Yes, this is Candy-Matson. Did you ever know a girl, Private Detective? Perhaps not. They're pretty rare. Well, we've got one. Candy-Matson is the name, and she's both pretty and rare.

Figure, she picks up where Miss America leaves off. Close? She makes a peasant dress look like opening night at the opera. Hair? Blonde, of course. eyes, just the right shade of blue to match the hair. You're expecting more?

Alright, let's meet her. She's on the phone now. In her pet house on Telegraph Hill in San Francisco. Hello, Candy Mattson. Well, bless my ever-loving little serial number, Candy Mattson. Watch out how you go tossing your serial number around, Pelly. Who is this?

Candy, hope you remember me. This is Sergeant Kenley down at Fort Ord. Finally the Galan, the GI who filled my slipper with beer and drank it. That's me, the poor man's diamond Jim Brady. Sure I remember you.

I met you when I was down at Fort Orr with the USO. What's on your mind, Kenley? Wait a minute, I'll put it this way. What's new? I like this is new. We're having a big shindig at the senior non-commissioned officers club tomorrow night.

And you were elected, as the girl most likely. Finish the sentence. OK, as the girl most likely to be the queen of our ball. Kenley, you mad lad. I'd adore it. But what would I do for a chaperone?

I won't. Don't play dull, you heard me. Oh, oh, oh sure. Well, why don't you bring your mother? Wonderful idea, and I know just the fellow. Roger Kenley, our report to the orderly room sometime tomorrow afternoon at Fort Ord.