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TOWN SITE VIEW, SEPTEMBER. 1918—GENERAL OFFICES WITH STORES BENEATH
dancer; and if there is no one else to do
it, he will kindly play the piano while
another fellow dances with his girl.
Mr. H. M. Linn, tool keeper for the
last several months, left Monday, the
sixteenth, to enter Roanoke College, at
Salem, Va., until he is called for mili
tary service.
Mr. Richard Howell decided to go to
school, but it seems he finished in one
day. “Going Some!”
The Carbon Plant
Mr. J. M. King, of Maryville, Tenn.,
is still with us. Mr. King is to be con
nected with the Maryville Plant as soon
is it is completed. He is still endeavor
ing to “get in the know” of things per
taining to the manufacture of electrodes.
Mr. King was formerly Chief Chemist at
the Maryville Plant.
Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Mueser have moved
into their bungalow on Henderson
Avenue.
Mr. B. S. Liles is at present engaged
on research work in the plant.
Mr. J. C. Howell, one of the operators
on the Gas-Producer, has been confined
to his bed for the past ten days. How
ever, his many friends will be glad to
learn that he is rapidly recovering.
Ladies whose husbands work in the
Carbon Plant, take a tip. When your
husband comes home black and tired, and
his face burning like a spanked baby
from gas or pitch furries, agree with
him. Whether right or wrong, agree
with him.
Things we hate—Slackers, L W. W.’s,
and Huns.
The world owes every man a living.
And it is up to every man to take off his
coat, roll up his sleeves, and collect it.
—Luke McLuke
A Furnace Room is made up of kilns,
gas mains, degrees centigrade, and
trouble.
Mr. 0. Chrisco, foreman in charge of
Cleaning Department, is responsible for
the cleaning of carbons. That his work
is beini^ performed in a satisfactory
manner is indicated by the fact that no
complaints are forthcoming fi'om farther
down the line.
Some of these days, when his elevator
gets broken down, Mr. R. E. Lee is going
to have a pitch carrying contest. The
man who mashes up with a hammer four
hundred and twenty-five pounds of pitch
the size of a pea, and carries up one
hundred feet to the bin, gets the prize.
Mr. G. E. Gist, operator on furnaces,
spent three days at his home near
Florence, S. C., being called there by the
illness of his wife’s mother.
Mr. J. C. Wilkerson, who formerly
lived here, has returned. Mr. Wilkerson
is employed in the Extrusion Depart
ment. He says he hasn’t been to any
place he likes better than Badin.
Mr. F. S. Floyd, foreman over the
plastering gang, or “mud dobbers,” has
gone to Fairmont, N. C., on a business
trip.
Mr. G. C. Scott, after a short vacation,
will take up new duties at the Falls,
where our Company is constructing its
new Dam. Mr. Scott, until recently,
was night foreman in the Carbon Plant.
Mr. L. S. Wagner, who is cost keeper
for the Carbon Plant, doesn’t say much;
but as we said before he keeps the cost.
There’were several newly made colored
soldiers standing around discussing
things pertaining to their new occupa-
t-on, when the subject of insurance came
up. One soldier asked another how
much insurance he had. He replied he
had one thousand dollars. He then asked
one after the other how much insurance
he carried; they all replied one thousand
dollars—the minimum. He looked at the
crowd with apparent disgust, and said:
“I is got ten thousand dollars’ worth of
insurance. You niggers is crazy; you
ain’t got no intelligence er tall. When
yer gits over there in France on de
battle front, and Uncle Sam is got a
dangerous job to perform, does you
think he’s gwin pick out a ten-thousand-
dollar nigger to do it?”
Mr. George Holt, who remedies our
mechanical troubles, has been placed
back on the day shift. Since our new
fans started, George looks twenty years
younger.