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'uture something big will develop from
hese experiments. Whether it will con
sist of the elimination of electricity, car
bons, or ore in the reduction of aluminum
■ve do not know. However, again we
*ay “while there is life, there is hope;”
et the good work go on.
Mr. B. A. Miller, who has been quite
for the past two weeks, has just re
turned. We are glad to see him looking
l^etter, and glad to hear that he is feel-
very much “picked up.” Mr. W. G.
kelson has been taking care of Mr. Mil-
ler’s work during his absence. No com
plaints have been registered.
Mr. J. H. Cowles, who has charge of
*■*'6 time-keeping in the Shop, and Mrs.
Cowles, are spending their vacation at
•j^noir, their former home. Mr. Carl
is handling Mr. Cowles’ work, and
getting quite fat. Carl works equally
"^6ll with a pencil as with a pipe wrench,
®''d plays nice centerfield.
Mr. Z. V. McAnulty reports ripe toma-
from his Victory garden, but so
*10 tangible evidence in the way of
fnatoes have been offered. We take
Word for it.
j^.^Peaking of gardens, “Dad” Book says
* garden is coming along quite nicely.
^Hho the weather is rather hot, it is
pleasant in the Machine Shop,
5 ® the cool breezes furnished by the
»i system, which, by the way, fur-
Warm air in the winter. Strange,
it? ^ jygj- same.
Chambers’ wife arrived a
he ,‘^^ys ago, and Mr. Chambers says
'^'sh ‘I’^’te at home these days. We
Qv to extend our welcome to Mrs.
to and hope she finds Badin up
^t^'ifications.
^lorris, General Supervisor of the
^^•'age, advises that the Cadillac
«on.
. •’Uck is now in first-class condi-
Case the firemen decide to have
I
Cherry and Jim Mason about
to be pulled on the Fourth.
* is about even, with perhaps
Points in favor of Joe.
. Pot Room Notes
bit
oolcs
as if we have been striking
hard luck recently in our
s other Plants for
kfc' ' metal turned
are all working hard to
‘lown, and the results show
1^, ’^umbor of steel |K>t.s and pots
'Kh in iron have hurt us. We
are still in second place for the year,
but Massena is pushing us pretty close.
While this is being written, things look
a little brighter; in fact, it looks like
cigar metal once more, and we may be
able to strike our old gait before very
long.
The competition for the metal and
copper banners has been keen. As the
boys here say: “Sapp Price got hard
up, and had to sell out his metal banner
to Room 32,” but from present indica
tions he is ready to take it back again.
Room 26 lost the copper banner for
one week to 36, won it back again by a
very small margin, and judging from
the information up to date is about to
lose it again. And along this line. Room
36, with Messrs. Virgil Howard, Sandy
Welsh, and Walter Ellis as head potmen,
has certainly gotten her copper down
just where it belongs, and is now mak
ing some pretty good metal.
The carbon banner has been held by
Room 34 two weeks, and by 26 and 28
one week each.
As the men say, these banners don’t
bring you in any more money, but still
there is a big satisfaction in knowing
that you have done your work a little
better than the other fellow; and the
rooms that win the banners consistently
are going to develop men who will get
the first chance at a better job.
And there is a pretty good chance for
a man to make a name for himself, and
possibly a little cash on the side, if he
will offer a good suggestion for detect
ing high iron in a pour before it is
mixed with the rest of the cast. The
same thing would apply to any other
suggestions which would help to save
the Company money, or improve work
ing conditions. We had a good illustra
tion of the attitude of the Company
along this line when Mr. Smith was re
warded for rigging up a machine which
did a certain piece of work a little bey
ter than it had been done before. This
is an opportunity that is open to all of
us, and the officials here will see to it
that the man who advances definite ideas
receives the credit, whether he is able
to work it out himself or not. Carbons
are very expensive, and maybe someone
can suggest some way for lowering the
carbon consumption. Maybe we could
get some good dope on pot room opera
tions if we had an accurate record of
the number of times each pot is worked
on a shift; and probably there are a
lot of other things that are well worth
thinking about; so let’s stop letting the
other fellow do our thinking for us. Be
sides, it isn’t that we don’t think of bet
ter ways and means, but that we don’t
follow our thoughts up. I think you will
find that the Research Department is
willing and glad to do all they can to
develop any idea that promises anything;
or, if they are unable to work it out,
to pass it on up to someone who can,
and at the same time giving the proper
man credit for the idea.
This isn’t what might be called Pot
Room news, but is put in with the hope
that it might develop something which
would make pretty good news later on.
It took the Pot Rooms to furnish a
man with enough push about him to put
up a bathing pavilion. Mr. Will Smith
is now completing his arrangements for
opening up a bath house, with separate
dressing rooms, and bathing suits for
rent. We wish him the best of luck in
his venture.
It seems that there is a spirit of care
lessness shown more or less thruout the
Plant lately; we must remember that we
are responsible for the other fellow’s
safety as much as our own, and yelling
out “rough house” wouldn’t be much of
an excuse if someone failed to dodge in
time.
We have been trying out a tapping
pin puller in Room 28, but at the present
writing it is a little early to express an
opinion. It does pull the pin, tho; and
the chances are that it will be easier
than the present method.
Mr. Swagerty threatened to put the
entire control department in mitts and
aprons if they couldn’t find anything
better to do than joy ride a few cars
of ore and electrolyte around the Pot
Rooms.
Mr. Swagerty came to work a few
mornings ago with a bad cut on one eye,
and said he accidentally hit himself with
a poker. Someone ought to put Mr.
Jiggs next to this kind of alibi.
To show how a man’s profession fol
lows him. Mr. Arthur went fishing the
other day, and all he did was to raise
a nice crop of red bugs.
If anyone wants to know whether a
wood block floor will stand up in a pot
room, just ask the graveyard shift in
Room No. 26.
Jersey has one of his new furnaces in
operation now, and still he isn’t as hap
py as we expected him to be.
Mr. Fuller reported a large time at
Henderson, N. C., where the Dokies held
their last meeting.
—J. O. Craig