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[The echo]. volume ([Pisgah Forest, N.C.) 1940-19??, January 01, 1941, Image 2

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Page 2 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,

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