fleers' quarters became increasingly difficult to access for normal purposes. Batmen improvised ironing boards out of blanket-covered barracks boxes, hitched washing on to the; plumbing for drying and set to with their flatirons.They used toilet-seat space awaiting their turns to use their irons. And Pte. Willis Di Sabato, 22-year-old batman from Trail, B.C., wound up the shop at 3:45 a.m. Dee. 1, the morning before Pvt. Joe nosed into Hawaii.Everybody Helps OutOther night workers were Pte. Jim Selman of Calgary,' who rose to the deck, bare-chested in the balmy Pacific air, to gulp in the ozone and then duck back down to his iron, and L. Cpl. Harry Repay of Birch River, Ont.Sgt. Bill Olson of Vancouver, army public relations photographer attached to the battalion, was so busy taking pictures of the boys doing their pressing that he didn’t remember that his own had to be done.“Holy Smokes,” he said to Pte. El-vin S. Brown—at that moment (2 a.m.) doing his own tunic in the ship's orderly room—“that parade’s this afternoon!”Brown took the hint and did Olson’s, leaving the- photographer free to return to the ship’s X-ray lab .and the processing of his negatives. .When the Royal Canadian Dragoons /did the same thing in.the last war they used to call it “di’ngling”. ’ .Well, the 2nd P.P.C.Li. certainly dingled that morning.