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THE ECHO
Org-an of Employees at Ecusta Paper
Corporation, Champagne Paper Cor
poration, and Endless Belt Co.
Published Monthly at
PISGAH FOREST, N. C.
Printed by Champagne Job Printing
Department.
DOUG LEAVES US
Ecusta and the Echo, like
all of Transylvania County,
have temporarily lost a friend
—a real friend who has always
been ready to freely give any
aid in the many difficulties
encountered in trying to pub
lish this little sheet. Since the
first issue of the paper was
published, the type has been
set in the shop of the Transyl
vania Times,
As all our employees know
The Times was owned, manag
ed, and edited by Charlie M.
Douglas. We say the type for
our paper has been set there—
that is what we paid Doug to
do—but this does not represent
the work he did. His personal
attention to our problems, his
advice, his assistance and sug
gestions, were almost inval
uable. Day or night he could
be found at his desk and he
was never too busy to stop his
work and give us any assist
ance we might need. The facili
ties of his shop were always
available, and we could use or
borrow anything he had. If he
couldn’t be in the shop all the
time, it was “Make yourself at
home, but stay out of the cash
drawer and close the door if
you leave before I get back.”
We were profoundly shock
ed when, while working one
night on the December issue
of the “Echo,” Doug suddenly
paid, “I am going out of here
the first of the year. Selling
out—Doc says I have got to
go.” It was hard to believe. To
lose Doug was to lose more
than a friend and editor. He
was more than these—he was
an institution.
Doug’s interests and activi
ties were not limited to the
publication of a newspaper.
Anything that affected the
welfare of Transylvania Coun
ty concerned Doug. He was al
ways the leader in any move
ment which would tend to im
prove the town or county. He
led the campaign to get Ecusta
Paper Corporation and as
sociated companies to locate in
Transylvania County. Had it
not been for his never say die
THE ECHO
SHIVES
EDITOR’S NOTE: Dear Subscribers, it has come to my
attention, since the last edition of “The Echo,” that an alarming
number of you have been cancelling your subscriptions. We
NOW realize that there has been a slight slip-up in our selection
of writers. We urge you to bear with us and we promise that
definite action will be taken to eliminate this situation as soon
as the contract with a certain pair of writers expires.
SOCIETY NOTES:
The wedding of the month took place in the home of Mr. and
Mrs. W. E. Goround last evening at 8:00 E. S. T. The bride, for
merly Miss Mary Goround, of the Finishing Department mar
ried Dr. J. J. Jerke, Jr., PHD, WPA, COD, AWOL, who is now
unemployed.
Mrs. Jerke, Jr., wore a yellow gown trimmed with lovely red
stripes of velvet. This gown was a hand-me-down from her
Mother’s wedding, who got it from her Mother, who got it from
her Mother, who bought it from an Indian.
The bride carried a bouquet of dainty sunflowers and
smelling salts. She was a pretty sight and very popular. The
groom wore his own suit bought new for the occasion and had
a beautiful rose in his lapel and Four Roses in his pocket. There
were no Maids of Honor present.
After a short wedding trip to Connestee Falls, the Niagara
of the Souse (we mean South), the couple plans to reside in
Morganton Institution where Dr. Jerke is under study.
SITUATION OF THE MONTH:
This wouldn’t happen to Hedy Lamarr, nevertheless it
happened to J. R. Denton. Driving confidently up to the Gate
Wednesday morning expecting to be readilly admitted, he was
stopped by the Ecusta Police and was asked for his pass. With
traditional flourish he reached for his bill fold, opened it swift
ly and reached for the card. Horrors! no card was in sight.
Stalling for time, he systematically began placing the con
tents of the bill fold on the seat of his car. In quick succession
appeared a watch fob, a shoe sole, ten cents, the Sunday edition
of the New York Times, a lead slug (picolo size), a blow torch;
and then from the dark recesses of his pocket book he brought
out a slightly used anvil.
As he turned around to go back for his pass( he was heard
to mutter “Sticks and stones may break my bones ...”
Boner of the month—John Goolsby, machine tender, was
appointed to stand by the time rack and see that each man on
his shift punched his time card. He carried out his assignment
in army style, making sure that no one got by—and then com
placently walked off without punching his own card. He wa,?
last seen in the personnel office trying to explain.
OVERHEARD IN THE PLANT:
Champagne: “I’ll match you a quarter, then quit.”
Boucher Cork: “I hear the office is going to make our
checks payable to the Commissary—there’s no sense wasting
time.”
Girls* Locker Room: CENSORED !!
Pulp Mill: “Go wake John up,_it’s quitting time.”
Tom Allen’s Machine Room Office: “Yes sir, No sir, Yes
No sir, Oh! Yes sir, Who, me?”
Boater Room: Overheard! (low distant wail) They gave
me no raise—but I can take it if they can! They can ! !
In machine room—new foreman to old foreman—How
shall I treat these third hands? As my equal or my superior?
Overheard ^Fiske Carter—New foreman to his rtten. If
there is a man among you who doesn t think I’m your friend
just step out and say so.
We pause for station identification ...
“What fools these mortals be—.”
Puck—Thompson & Watson.
sir,
spirit and his vigorous leader
ship in this movement, Brevard
and the surrounding section
would not be enjoying the pros
perity which has come to this
section as a result of these in
dustries locating at Pisgah For
est.
We are happy to know that
Doug is rapidly recuperating
in a Raleigh hospital and that
he intends to return to Brevard
as soon as the doctor will turn
him loose. We are glad that
we do not have to say “good
bye, Doug,” but just, “so long.”
Januar^
MEET THE TIME
The Time Clock ^
There are many tiir^^P
in our mill. We’re
imagine that they can*g
hear and talk. It
clock from your defm
that will begin to tell^^-
his stories in this colu^4
Every worker in
ment looks him straig! ^
face every day and he
many of them come a®. ^
And the time cloc^^
about everything that
around him too—^
and bad.
~ He has hung ther^*^^
wall for a long while
had plenty of time toio-'
plenty of thinking.
All this has made 'n
clock a wise bird. ^
r^tands people—he’s
practical and sympat^nif
up-to-the-minute. ler
It sound's funny, but
pie who “punch” hii’^jo:
friends! ^
Among other thin^^Q^
“punch” which he
shoots a thrill thr®
ng
;lg
wheels because he
that one of his pals
ed for duty safely
completed a part of a
day. "I
When the time c#
move “In” and “Out
should, the time ^
hears why.
Watch the Echo
by the Time Clock-^^g
—^
Poem of the M®'ct(
The writers of “Shivef"
Those authors reno'^
Both sat in the Grill
But their minds wei’'
aground. ,
loc
The January issue
Of this famous she* ^
Was due in the morU’^
Still it wasn’t cointj~
They twiddled their |
And gazed in the
But their overdue po^^
Just was not there. » ^
They tried drinking j
But to no avail. ,
Their minds stayed K
Oh, Ain’t it hail? ^
The gods of their
With their brains
not flirt «e(
Simply because ,j;ie
Their minds werei^jy
(ED. NOTE: Dear ,
regret to say
This issue of “Shi'rig
hit the hay i j
Because, try as they
No poem could th^
No peom, no “Shives,