"(barking orders)" "(bugle playing "Reveille")" "(humming reveille)" "I keep telling that bugler it'll never be a hit." "Hey, Hannigan, you should have been with us last night at The Snake Pit." "There was a dame there just your size." "Yeah, I think she was a pro basketball player." "(all laugh)" "Really, the way y'all talk about women, it's disgusting." "All right, you Romeos, let's go!" "Formation!" "Sergeant Bilko's got something important to tell ya." "Important." "He needs dough." "Attention all passengers:" "fasten your money belts." "Bilko's coming in for a landing." "All right, Paparelli, come on!" "Formation on the double." "Sergeant Bilko!" "Sergeant Bilko!" "The men are ready." "Good morning, Corporal Barbella." "Good morning, men!" "(laughs) It never fails." "Every morning I look at you, right in here it gets me." "Yes, sir, my boys." "Gentlemen, it makes it all worthwhile when I look at you." "The planning, the lonely nights I spend thinking of diversions for your happiness." "At least a thousand times a day," "I think of little things to make you happy." "But has any one of you ever thought to ask am I happy?" ""Is the Sergeant happy?"" "Just one lone considerate voice asking me if I'm happy?" "Just once?" "Are you happy, Sergeant Bilko?" "No, and I'll show you how you can make me happy." "Big mouth!" "He asked!" "You answered." "All right, all right, quiet!" "Paparelli asked me how he could make me happy." "I withdraw the question." "How small, Paparelli." "How utterly small of you." "Men, where have I failed you?" "What have I done?" "At what point did this beautiful relationship of give and take of ours crack apart, gentleman?" "What have I done?" "I'm referring to the Sweetheart of the Platoon contest which ends today." "All I asked you to do is hand in a picture of your girl to pin on our bulletin board parade of beauty." "That's all." "Oh, plus the small ridiculous entry fee of ten dollars to defray the cost of thumbtacks, publicity and various things." "And what happened?" "Nothing." "Look." "Have we a parade of beauty up there?" "Are your loved ones gazing down at us?" "No." "Because one, and only one," "(snaps fingers)" "Private Fleischman... he had the pride to enter his girl's picture." "And there it stands alone up on the bulletin board, unopposed, the winner, the sweetheart of our platoon, unless we have more entries." "Men..." "I want you to look at that picture." "Look at the picture." "Hy-yup!" "Look front." "Hy-yip!" "There it is, men." "You've got to face it." "That is the winner." "That goes on record as sweetheart of your platoon." "You want to have that represent...?" "That...?" "No offense, Fleischman." "She's a lovely girl." "Now, men, there's another thing I ought to point out to you." "The winner of this contest spends a weekend" "in the camp in person." "You're kidding." "Sarge..." "Oh, I'm not kidding, not kidding at all." "She'll be seen everyplace with you." "At the mess hall, she'll be eating alongside of you." "Sarge..." "Oh, yes." "And at the Service Club, you'll be privileged to dance with her." "Dance with her?" "Yes." "You'll be ordered to dance with her." "Boy, that does it." "You can count me in." "Count me in." "That's the spirit I want." "That's the ol'..." "My picture." "My money." "Oh, she's lovely, Paparelli, lovely." "Check this." "Here's my girl." "Oh, she's beautiful, Gomez, beautiful." "Here's my picture of my..." "Oh, Doberman, where do you find them?" "Well, Charlotte and I met..." "Keep it moving, please." "That's a good idea." "Oh, say, even you, Hannigan, are entering a girl." "Hey, boys, Hannigan's got a sweetheart!" "Yeah, I'll bet you it's a picture of his cocker spaniel." "(all laughing)" "Show it to us, Sarge." "Show it." "Oh, wow!" "DOBERMAN:" "She is the end!" "She's the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life." "Wow-wow-whoo..." "All right, we have business to do." "More entries." "Keep in form..." "Come on." "Give me my money back." "You can keep my girl's picture." "What?" "Me, too." "Mine, too." "What is this, what?" "Against her, my gal hasn't got a chance." "Oh, come on, fellas, let's show the proper..." "There's a big prize for second money." "Come on, fellas, let's all..." "Don't let me down." "Listen, you, if I find out this is a picture of a movie star" "that you latched onto..." "Heck, Sarge," "Josie's no movie star." "She's..." "well, just my sweetheart." "(mocking):" "Oh, she's just my sweetheart." "What a lousy way to break up a contest." "Sarge, I had 50 bucks right here in my hand." "He couldn't have a girl like the rest of us:" "ordinary, plain..." "Ugly." "Yeah, Hannigan has to come up with a Miss America." "Yeah, just when..." "What did you say?" "I said he has..." "Uh, hold that..." "What?" "You're gonna apply for officer's training?" "That's nice." "See you fellas later." "We'll talk about some jolly..." "Don't talk nonsense." "See ya later, fellas!" "What did you say?" "I said..." "Miss America." "Miss America." "Yeah." "Aw, come on, Sarge." "Why not?" "Why not?" "Why not what?" "Why not enter in the Miss America contest?" "The local paper, there it is right here." "They've been looking for an entry to enter in the Miss Kansas finals, right?" "Here we go again-- we're back in never-never land." "All right, don't get with the wisecracks." "Are we in such a high income tax bracket we can afford to ignore opportunity when it's knocking?" "I didn't hear nothing." "You didn't hear nothing?" "Well, neither did Roger P. Hemsley hear nothing." "Who's Roger P. Hemsley?" "Who's Roger P. Hemsley?" "It was he that many years ago who said to a young man, he said, "Young man, get that filthy black stuff off my land!"" "The man he was talking to was John D. Rockefeller." "Yeah, but, Sarge, this-this is the Miss America contest, the most beautiful dames in America." "What do we got here, a chipmunk?" "You saw what happened to the platoon." "She stopped them dead in their tracks." "Doberman said it's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life." "Doberman?" "He thinks I'm pretty." "All right, all right, maybe I'm wrong." "Okay, we'll get an outside opinion." "Yeah, but, Sarge, that's Hannigan's girl." "He might not like it." "Keep him on guard duty, keep him out of sight." "Where you going?" "I'm going down to see the editor of the paper;" "the guy that's running the contest." "We'll get a civilian opinion." "So, it's too bad, isn't it?" "You've already found a girl to enter in the Miss Kansas finals, huh?" "Yeah." "We're going along with Zelda Watkins again." "You know, the gal from the five-and-dime." "Same as last year." "You seen Zelda lately?" "She's filled out a lot since last year." "Yeah, I know, since they took her out of hardware and put her in the liverwurst department." "Yes, I know." "This could be her year, you know." "None of the girls around these parts can come close to her." "Not even her?" "I'm sorry, the contest..." "Well, I guess I'll be on my way." "I..." "Please, Mr. Bender, you're digging your nails in the glossy print." "Please!" "Bilko, who?" "Who?" "I'll tell you who." "We thought of entering her as Miss Fort Baxter." "But I've got to run along." "The boys..." "Please, your hands are perspiring." "You're wetting the whole picture." "Please!" "Bilko, this girl is gorgeous." "Level with me." "Is she gorgeous enough to become Miss Kansas?" "With the right publicity buildup." "Gorgeous enough to go all the way to Atlantic City, become Miss America?" "Oh, come now." "She might have a slight chance..." "Slight chance?" "!" "You're a newspaperman." "You know a human interest story when you see it." "Picture this:" "a group of poor but hopeful American soldiers-- your boys-- decide to sponsor a beautiful girl." "A slight chance?" "Ha!" "Any judge who would vote against her would be tarred and feathered!" "I never thought of that." "I did." "Hey, fellas, get a load of this." "DOBERMAN:" "What's up?" ""The soldiers of Sergeant Bilko's platoon are on the verge of fame and fortune."" "Fame and fortune for us?" "He's trying to suck us in on something." "Wonder what he's up to this time." "Watch out!" "Here he comes!" "Remember, boys, whatever it is, ignore it." "Especially you, Paparelli, with the big mouth." "Who's got a big mouth?" "And therefore, gentlemen, as regarding any further testimonials, we'll have to fulfill our motion picture contracts first." "Hello, fellas." "Something in the paper of interest?" "Nothing for us." "Oh, I just thought I'd ask." "Did you say something, Paparelli?" "Not a word." "Oh." "Uh, where was I?" "Contracts." "Oh, yes, as far as the contracts, which total up to a million dollars," "I feel that we..." "I can't go through with it." "I can't keep it from them." "These are my boys." "I have to..." "Fellas, I got a hold of something so big," "I can't keep it to myself!" "What's it...?" "What did he say?" "What?" "What?" "He didn't say a word." "All right, as long as he didn't." "Now my conscience is clear about keeping them out of it." "Out of wh...?" "No, no, it's too late." "Too late." "Maybe it is too big for them, huh?" "Sarge, it's here." "Here it is." "Fender." "I need some advice from you, Fender." "You used to work in a tailor shop, didn't you?" "Tell me something, Fender." "Can you visualize a girl filling this?" "I'd say her measurements were about, uh... hips: 35, waist: 21, and the rest, uh, 36?" "ALL:" "Thirty-six?" "Thirty-six?" "Yes, now can you give me a piece of advice?" "Will the girl with those measurements fill that?" "Please, Sarge, ask somebody else." "It's been so many years." "No, but you don't understand, fellas." "I need some advice." "I can't ask the young lady to get into the suit, and then poof." "It would be very embarrassing." "Now if you fellas will just give me some advice." "Would you...?" "Oh, I forgot." "You fellas are not in on this." "In on what?" "!" "(all talking at once)" "Visualize this!" "Hannigan's girl in that!" "Presto:" "Miss Kansas." "Double presto:" "Miss America!" "Miss America?" "What if Hannigan should find out?" "He'll never find out." "I got him on permanent guard duty." "HENSHAW:" "Watch it!" "Hannigan!" "Oh, Hann..." "Oh, listen, about the drilling, fellas." "We'll have to drill with a little..." "Oh, hello, Hannigan." "I gotta get some sleep, Sarge." "I was just gonna look for you." "I wanted to ask you something." "You know the picture you handed in to the contest?" "The girl... the judges will want more information." "Like what?" "Like how does she look in a bathing suit?" "Josie in a bathing suit?" "Sergeant Bilko, somebody ought to up and wash your mouth out with soap." "I want that picture back." "Oh, I'm sorry." "What made me say that?" "How do I think of those things?" "A girl in a bathing suit." "I'll never forgive myself." "I guess it's time for another talk with the chaplain." "Women in..." "Women in bathing suits." "I wouldn't let Josie be seen in one." "In public?" "Not for a million dollars." "Not even for a mil...?" "Hang your head in shame." "This is a real gentleman." "We should be proud to have him in our platoon." "He's like a breath of fresh air." "Believe me, this type of integrity won't go unnoticed." "Formation on the double." "(barks order)" "On the double!" "Look alive!" "Work detail." "Private Hannigan, front and center on the double!" "(barks order)" "You're assigned to night guard duty at the main gate." "On the double!" "(barks order)" "But-but Private Mandelbaum's guarding the main gate." "You guard Mandelbaum." "On the double!" "Look alive!" "(barks order)" "HENSHAW:" "All clear." "We gotta work fast." "See this?" "You know what this is?" "This is Fort Knox with curls." "You know what this'll mean?" "Miss America dolls, Miss America cosmetic," "Miss America plastic do-it-yourself surgery kits." "Everything!" "It's in our hands." "A million dollars, fellas!" "ALL:" "A million dollars?" "Did you guys ever stop to think what a million dollars divided by, uh..." "Oh, I keep forgetting, they're not shareholders." "(all talking at once)" "What do you mean "shareholders," Sarge?" "We're gonna need capital." "Capital, fellas, to put this over right." "We gotta give her dramatic lessons, we gotta get her a wardrobe, traveling expenses." "Gentleman, I figured out at ten dollars a share..." "Count me in!" "Count me in!" "(all talking at once)" "Give me six, Sarge." "Boys, our ship has come in." "HENSHAW:" "Attention!" "BARBELLA:" "Colonel Hall!" "Mmm, the boat has sailed." "Colonel, I..." "Oh!" "Who put this large ha...?" "Kadowski has a very large cold." "So watch that, will you?" "Quiet!" "Bilko, whatever this is, forget it." "Well, Colonel, I was just on my way to ask your perm..." "No, I don't want any publicity about you and your promotions." "If the public ever finds out that we have a sergeant like you in the Army, they'll start cashing in their war bonds." "Oh, the colonel is fun to work with." "He's so humorous." "Quiet!" "The first thing in the morning you get down to that newspaper office and tell them that whatever it is, it's off!" "It's off?" "It's off!" "But, sir..." "It's off!" "Yes, sir." "HENSHAW:" "Gee, it's too bad, Sarge." "Yeah, we almost had something there." "Had." "Had." "What did we had?" "An empty bathing suit, a picture of a girl we've never even seen?" "I'm glad the colonel stopped us." "He stopped us from making jerks out of ourselves." "(bugle playing "Taps")" "Oh, lights-out." "Go on." "Hit the sack." "Good night, Sarge." "Good night." "Good night, boys." "HENSHAW:" "Lights-out!" "Lights-out!" "Miss America." "Someday they're gonna drop the net on me." "Well, honey, wherever you are," "I guess you'll just stay buried there." "(chuckles ruefully)" "Oh, it might have been something." "It might've." "We'll never know." "We'll never know." "No, Ernie Bilko, now we'll never know." "Who-who are you?" "Where are you?" "I'm here, Ernie." "Oh, you're even more beautiful than your picture." "Beautiful enough to be Miss America, Ernie?" "Well, that was just a dream." "Yes, just a dream." "Just a dream." "Wait." "Come back." "I'll make your dream come true." "Wait for me!" "Wait!" "I'll make you Miss America!" "# There she is #" "# Ah, ah, ah #" "# Miss America #" "# Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah #" "# Your ideal #" "# A dream of a million girls #" "# Who are more than pretty #" "# May come true in Atlantic City #" "# For they may turn out to be #" "# The queen... #" "# The queen of femininity #" "# There she is #" "# Miss America #" "# Ooh, ooh, ooh #" "# There she is #" "# Your ideal #" "# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh #" "# With so many beauties #" "# She'll take the town by storm #" "# With her all-American face and form, and there... #" "(bugle playing "Reveille")" "BILKO:" "Come back!" "Come back!" "Come back!" "Come back!" "("Reveille" continues playing)" "Come back!" "Come back!" "Come back!" "BARBELLA:" "Doberman!" "Gander!" "Yo!" "Yo!" "Gomez!" "Yo!" "Fender!" "Fleischman!" "Yo!" "Yo!" "Come back!" "Come back!" "Where is she?" "Where?" "She just ran out of here!" "Come on!" "Don't stand there!" "Help me find her!" "Hey, Sarge, Sarge, you're dreaming!" "Ernie!" "Dream... dream..." "No, I'm telling you I saw her!" "She's beauti..." "We're going through with it!" "Yeah, but you know the colonel's orders." "The colonel's orders was to stop the contest." "I'm going down to the newspaper and do just that." "Get me my hat." "Oh, fellas, you should have seen her." "From the tip of her head to the bottom of her feet, she was Miss America!" "Beauti..." "Blonde hair, gorgeous, beautiful sparkling eyes, a neck like ivory, beautiful white shoulders." "Sarge, your hat." "Remind me where I left off." "So the colonel ordered you out of the contest." "Yeah, Army orders." "I know how disappointed you must be;" "the first Miss Kansas who could have been Miss America." "Oh, it's a shame." "Yeah, but don't print a word about it, will ya?" "Oh, I'm not gonna." "No, no, I know those newspaper minds of yours." "I could see that editorial:" ""Is it Fort Baxter or Little Siberia?"" "Fort Baxter or..." "No, no, don't put that down." "It just slipped out." "Don't say that, please?" "Not a word of publicity." "I know how you think." "You could say, "Well, as Kansas becomes Stalag 17..."" "Ooh, it slipped out." "Stalag..." "Don't-don't..." "oh, don't write it!" "I've given you a scoop!" "I didn't mean to give you this scoop." ""Stalag" is with two A's." "Thank you." "S-T-A-L-A..." "Yes, you had that wrong." "Oh, please, not a word of it, please!" "Forget the Pulitzer Prize that this editorial might bring you!" "Pulitzer Prize..." "Just forget it." "Give me the composing room." "Don't print a word." "Not a word." "The composing room." "The co..." "Oh." "Oh, please, don't, don't." "Hold the phone..." "Now remember, you guys, when we get to Topeka..." "But, Sarge, the contest is off." "Colonel's orders." "Don't be so naive, Dillingham." "Everything is going right off by schedule." "Let me see." "The Roseville Gazette papers were delivered to Topeka at 10:15." "At 10:30, divisional headquarter's messenger picks it up at 10:32." "It arrives at General Buffkin's office at 10:40." "His aide is bringing it in to him." "He is looking at the front page." "The general is flipping." "He just put a call in to Colonel Hall." "The phone should be ringing now." "(phone rings)" "Hello." "This is General Buffkin." "Why, General Buffkin, how...?" "Jack, what's going on down there?" "!" ""Little Siberia"?" "What are you trying to prove, that you're a little czar or something?" "But, General..." "Now, let those boys of yours enter that contest!" "What contest?" "I don't want to see anything more in the papers, do you hear?" "!" "Yes, sir." "The colonel is rushing out of his office, he's crossing the parade grounds, he's in the barracks area now." "He should be coming in right... now." "Ten-hut!" "I don't understand." "HENSHAW:" "Attention!" "Colonel Hall, what delayed you?" "I stumbled on the step." "Oh, I see, sir." "Why, Bilko, you didn't tell me that it was just a contest you wanted to enter." "Why, I'm all for it." "Thank you, sir." "Why, who is this man?" "Oh, he's one of our fine warriors, sir." "One of the fine men." "Oh, Colonel, we thank you so much for your cooperation." "Cooperation?" "Yes, General Buffkin, sir." "Oh, yeah." "Thank you." "We'll need a three-day pass for the entire platoon as honor guards at Topeka." "Thank you." "Oh, Hannigan, you lucky dog!" "Did you hear what the colonel said?" "Your girl won the contest." "The Sweetheart of the Platoon contest." "Rah-rah." "Where's my bunk?" "Wait a second." "Is that all the enthusiasm you got?" "Your girl just won the contest." "She's won lots of contests." "Beauty contests?" "All kinds: baking contests, cooking contests." "Josie's the pride of Tylersville." "Write that down-- "Tylersville."" "Her name is Josie." "What's that?" "Oh, nothing." "We're just gonna put that on the cup, you see, for the platoon." "What's her phone number?" "Her phone number?" "A phone number." "What's her phone number?" "Give me a phone number." "Tylersville 652, ring 2." "Got it?" "Yup." "See, we need that on the cup." "In case you lose the cup, some stranger will see the number, call her up and then she'll know where it is." "Hello, Josie?" "This is Sergeant Bilko." "She has a voice like an angel!" "Yes, I'm Ed's sergeant." "Yes." "Listen, Ed would like you to enter in a contest tomorrow night at Topeka." "Yes." "What kind of...?" "A baking contest?" "(chuckles)" "Well, you could call it a cheesecake derby, yes." "Listen, we'll have to know something." "What are your measurements, dear?" "Write this down." ""Two cups of flour, six-dozen eggs..."" "(chuckles) Oh, she's funny." "She's funny!" "Yes, you'll make the train." "We'll have somebody meet you at 7:55." "Good-bye, Josie!" "# #" "(phone rings)" "Yes?" "This is General Merritt in Washington." "General Merritt!" "Who's in charge at Fort Baxter, you or Billy Rose?" "Let me explain, General." "Colonel, you've just ruined our whole education program." "Years of art projects, literary groups, and all for one purpose:" "to show the American mother that her boys in the Army think about something besides women." "And now this." ""Army Boom Boom Girl Has Doughboys Drooling."" "Now stop that contest!" "Don't let those men off the camp!" "But, General, they've already left for Topeka." "Already left?" "Well, go after them." "Stop them." "Yes, sir." "Hey, look at this one." "Get this one." "Bilko, where's Josie?" "!" "She's gonna be here." "Relax." "I got Rocco and Henshaw at the train." "7:55." "They're coming." "They're gonna bring her right here." "You mean she ain't here yet?" "Will you relax?" "She'll be here." "Excuse me." "No admittance." "Officials only." "Officials only, pal." "What does this look like, a chicken inspector's badge?" "POLICEMAN:" "You're all right." "WOMAN:" "You can't come in here!" "(women shriek)" "Well, good evening, losers." "(Bilko laughs) -(women grumbling)" "Oh, just relax, please, please." "Just look at me as your family physician." "(all clamoring)" "Please, please, please, leave a lot of room here because this is where the winner is gonna dress." "Right here." "He acts like this contest is over already." "Yeah." "Just because that Miss Fort Baxter got all the publicity." "(mocking): "Just because she got all the public..."" "Say, if you play your cards right," "I may get you an honorable mention." "Let's not overflow on the dressing room here." "MAN:" "Let's go, girls." "Leave room..." "WOMAN:" "Come on, it's time." "Where you going?" "Where's everybody..." "Wait a minute." "My girl isn't here." "Everybody into the main ballroom." "You look awful." "You ought to comb your..." "Wait a minute." "Wait!" "She's not here." "WOMAN:" "Sorry." "She'll be..." "Rocco!" "Sarge!" "Sarge, she's here." "She here?" "Bring her in." "Yeah, she's outside..." "Come on!" "Bring her here!" "Who said dreams don't come true?" "# Here she is, Miss America. #" "Sergeant Bilko?" "Oh, yes, dear, your granddaughter went with the rest of the girls into the contest." "Why, Sergeant Bilko," "you brought me here for the contest. -(laughs)" "Well, I wish your daughter wasn't in this contest, 'cause she hasn't got a chance this year." "Why, I'm Josie!" "Next year, you might have had a good chance because you're..." "Here's my cheesecake." "You're Jo...?" "You're-you're Josie?" "You're Josie?" "Oh, where did you get my picture?" "Your picture?" "Why, that was taken 40 years ago." "(chuckles) 40 years?" "(Josie laughs) 40 years ag..." "Hey, Sarge, the colonel told me I should..." "This was taken 40 years ago!" "This..." "Oh, wait." "Eddie!" "Mother!" "Moth...?" "You told me this was your sweetheart!" "I'm right sorry, Sarge, but the men was kidding me, and, well, she is my sweetheart." "Aw, Eddie, you just got to stop being a mama's boy." "Do you know what trouble you got me with my platoon?" "!" "Hey, Sarge!" "You know what?" "Sarge..." "I'll fix it." "Don't worry about..." "Forget it, forget it!" "Colonel Hall's down at the main desk looking for us." "Boy, is he boiling!" "Is he mad?" "Mad?" "He just court-martialed the room clerk." "Bilko, think of something!" "Let me think." "I'll handle it." "Go on, go on." "Who's the old lady?" "Never mind." "Get out, get out!" "Now, listen, I'm in a spot." "We got to think of something." "Wait." "I'll put a little mascara on, maybe a heavy makeup..." "I'll..." "Josie, Jo..." "Oh, this is you." "I got, I..." "I got to think of something." "I got to think of something." "ANNOUNCER:" "The choice of Wayne County, Miss Jones Corner." "(applause)" "The choice of Green County, Miss Ozo City." "(applause)" "And now, finally, the Army's choice." "Honor guard platoon, hy-hup!" "Hup, two, three, four." "Hut." "Hut." "Hut, hut, hut." "Platoon... hut, hy-yup!" "Left face!" "Hy-yup!" "Atten-hup!" "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present" "Miss..." "Stop!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "It's all off!" "It's all off!" "Get back to your post!" "Oh, Colonel, give us another minute." "This is gonna be fine." "The Pentagon will hear about this." "The Pentagon has heard about it!" "No, you don't..." "General Buffkin will love this, sir." "Buffkin?" "Buffkin?" "Believe me." "Just give me another minute." "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Fort Baxter!" "(men cheering, whistling)" "Bilko, I, uh..." "After all, Colonel, it was your idea." "Ladies and gentlemen, when our beloved commanding officer," "J.T. Hall, suggested that we take a poll amongst the GIs to find which woman represents the highest standards to us, there could be one choice:" "a mother." "And so that's what we have chosen." "Our favorite girl, our sweetheart mom!" "(cheering)" "Colonel Hall, Colonel Hall, it was magnificent." "Thank you, thank you, sir." "A stroke of genius!" "Now, madam, if we could just take some pictures." "Right this way, please." "A great story, Bilko!" "Now the newsreels want some pictures." "The newsreels!" "Colonel, will you say a few words?" "Well, no, it's your show, Bilko." "It's your show." "Well, I'm really unprepared, but I did have this small brochure ready in case something happened." "Friends of newsreel land, at last we've eradicated a false impression about GIs." "The thought is that we just care about pinup girls." "Nothing could be further from the truth." "It isn't only that." "When we're alone in the barracks, we think constantly of home." "Home and mother and all the..." "Colonel, would you take over for a..." "Please, just..." "Wait for me, you dirty..." "ANNOUNCER:" "The part of Hannigan played by Will Able." "The editor was Jack Orrison." "Josie was played by Judith Lowry." "Miss America was Anne Helm." "Miss Helm's dancing partner was Don Weissmuller."