Since Frank Sinatra began broacasting before all-male audiences at service bases, amazed scoffers have learned that The Voice can win over the boys in G. I. shoes as well as the girls in bobby socks. Typical reaction is what happened at Camp Haan, Uncle Sam's largest aircraft and artillery training center, near Riverside, California.
Some 1,100 soldiers packed the post auditorium, voluntarily missed evening chow, later admitted their main purpose had been to gang up on the guy who had "stolen" their sweethearts' affections. Thrown off stride by Frank's easy friendliness during his daytime tour of the grounds, they held their fire, watched with a show-me attitude as the singer ambled on stage, soon found themselves utterly disarmed by the unassuming quality of his performance.
When he arrived, Frank had only one friend there—Captain Robert Burns, manager of Tommy Dorsey's band when Sinatra and Stordahl were members. When he left, he had a thousand new friends who found him "a real Joe."
 Corp. Ralph V. Nye gags up in Sinatra's famous bow tie |
 Jeep-riding with conductor Alex Stordahl and singing partner Eileen Barton, Frankie pauses to greet WAC Officer Storm |