I can't be he only one who remembers the shenanigans of Sgt. Ernie Bilko as he schemed to bilk his platoon of their meager payday earnings. This barracks scene looks like the model for the Bilko TV studio set. Even when I was in he Army in the early 1970s the poor infantry was still relegated to these wooden structures.

The "girls" needed several photos to get to the point of partial disrobing.

When I played a lot of poker in the 1950s, five card stud was always called the Army game.

The light *is* just barely out of frame, as shown by the well-illuminated cigarette haze!

I don't see any money on the table. I guess these Non-Coms are playing for cigarettes and apples.

The photographer obviously didn't need to turn on the light over the table.

[The illumination is coming from a flood lamp out of frame at the upper right; among other things, note that the overhead bulb could not be shining on the top of its own shade. -tterrace]

The handsome young gent in the tank top is wearing a ring very similar to my late father's square cut black onyx, and I thought of it and of him when I saw this photo. Though strangers, these men seem vaguely familiar, I suppose a residual long-ago memory of the military men who passed through our San Diego home during WW2 and Korea.