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THE ECHO
OCTOBER, 1943
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The Echo
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY AND FOR EMPLOYEES OF
ECUSTA PAPER CORPORATION, CHAMPAGNE PAPER COR
PORATION AND ENDLESS BELT CORPORATION AT
PISGAH FOREST, NORTH CAROLINA.
EDITORIAL STAFF
John D. Eversman Editor
Lucille Roberts Assistant Editor
PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE
John D. Eversman, F. S. Best, Raymond F. Bennett, Walter K.
Straus, J. 0. Wells, W. M. Shaw and H. E. Newbury.
DEPARTMENT REPORTERS
(Hope to carry list of department reporters later.)
CIRCULATION MANAGER—Kathleen Ricker.
Planning For The Future
President Harry Straus and a large number of other
industrial, economic and civic leaders in the state and na
tion are now devoting a great deal of time and study in
formulating postwar plans that are intended to make the
world a better place in which to live.
A national organization, known as the Committee for
Economic Development, was formed some time ago to
work out plans for the reconversion of business from war
to peace and to obtain maximum employment and security
for workers. It is a great non-profit oranization that is
working in close harmony with the National Association
of Manufacturers and the U. S. Chamber of Commerce
Mr. Robert Hanes, president of the Wachovia Bank and
Trust company, Winston-Salem is state and district chair
man and Mr. Straus is state and district vice-chairman of
the Committee.
Recently Mr. Straus made two fine talks in Asheville
on the objectives of the Committee and in both speeches
he stressed the urgent need for making postwar plans now.
“If American lives have not been risked in vain in
this war, business must begin right now to plan so that
jobs will be available shortly after the hostilities cease,
he declared in one of the addresses.
“Reconversion of business from war to peace is as
important as the reverse and the plans for this demand
intensive preparation . . . vision, foresight and courage.’^
By the end of this year, he pointed out, we will be
producing 155 billion dollars worth of goods, 84 billion of
which will be for-war purposes. Fifty-two million civil
ians will have jobs and another ten million will be in the
armed forces. Jobs will have to be found for millions of
these people when the war effort no longer requires their
services.
The Poet's Corner
Beneath The Pisgah
A LETTER HOME
’ (Mr. and Mrs. M. B. Rickman of
Druid Hills, have received the fol
lowing letter in verse from WAG
Mary Rickman, their daughter, and
a former contributor to the poetry
corner of The Times News.—^Edi
tor’s Note.)
Dear Mom and Dad:
Across the miles I send to you
A greeting fond and true
To pals like no one ever had,
My very own dear Mom and Dad.
You stay at home and work and
slave
And buy war bonds with what you
save
While Bud and I in uniform
Do all we can to stem the storm
That threatens to o’ercome the
world
And take our freedom for a twirl
See Our Bowlers In Action
The 1943 bowling season is now well underway and
the Ecusta men’s and women’s teams are having some ex
citing games every Wednesday and Thursday night on
the Centennial Alleys.
If you have not been attending these matches, you
are invited to do so. If there are other departments that
would like to get up bowling teams, we urge that you get
in touch with the recreational committee.
Bowling is an excellent sport and provides good ex
ercise as well as good wholesome fun. Bowling also pro
motes good sportmanship, and that alone is very import
ant. As the old adage states, “It’s not who won or lost,
but how you played the game that counts most.”
An Excellent Record
Published elsewhere in this issue is a story about the
excellent accident prevention record that is being made
now at Ecusta. We are proud of that record and hope we
can and will make it still more impressive.
Our Fire Department
This week we are endeavoring by means of pictures
and text to make our readers more familiar with the ef
ficient fire department maintained by the company and
the vital service it renders. Read the story; we believe
you will find it informative.
The importance of the function assigned to this de
partment is emphasized by the fact that preliminary re
ports for the first six months of this year indicate that
the national fire loss will amount to $1,000,000 daily.
What an appalling waste, and the more regrettable in that
the greater part of it is preventable.
But soldiers fighting over there
Are giving life without a care;
They know the cause for which
they fight
Is bound to win, for it is right.
And so as hours fade to days,
The time I left melts into haze
But some day Bud and I will be
Back home again, and we’ll be
free.
Within my khaki shirt there
thumps
A heart too glad to take the bumps
That some day all the gals and
lads
Can go home to their Moms and
Dads.
So ’till another time I write
God bless and keep you through
the night;
For I’ll be home again some day
And not be writing you this way.
So, ’till I really can be there
Accept your soldier’s love, and
pray.
Your Soldier Gal,
MARY.
Mary Rickman
Sept. 17, 1943.
MISSING IN ACTION
Dear Bill, I packed your things
tonight
Just as you’d want me to;
I’m sure your folks will hold them
dear,
They seem a part of you.
Your wrist watch and your foun
tain pen,
The picture of Marie,
Your diary filled with hopes and
dreams
That now can never be.
The playing cards that tell of
nights
That we once did share;
You’ve cashed your chips, and I
must play
lonesome solitaire.
I never was a man of prayer,
It seemed a waste of time,
But now, alone I wish to kneel
In humbleness sublime.
Oh Lord, who knew him more
than I,
Wherever he may rest.
Take him where the fallen dwell,
A life in quiet blest.
Let him know that the fight goes
on—
Our bunch moves up today;
We’ll carry on till our turn comes,
He’s shown us all the way.
Where he now lies in endless
sleep
Beneath the forest vines.
I’d raise a cross, and on its face
Let history add these lines:
Some have died that the rest
Book. Corner
When others fail him,
The wise man looks
To the surci ■companionship of
books.
—“Old Friends,” by Andrew Lang
You will congratulate yourself
on your good selection if you read
any one of our newest books. Space
will only permit the mentioning of
three of them. To take an ex
citing, fascinating personal story
of the war, Paris-Underground, by
Etta Shiber, is the very book. It
is the story of the absorbing ex
periences with the Gestapo of two
women who made their Parisian
apartment a center for spiriting
British soldiers to safety. It is a
remarkably true picture, (say those
who are in a position to know) of
the beginnings of the Underground
in France and of the moving,
anonymous heroism manifested by
millions of little people in France.
It is perhaps, the best revelation
we have had of the volcano boil
ing all over Europe, under the
Nazi lid.
Now for a hilariously funny one:
It is % Postmaster—even the cen
sor laughed his head off, they say,
in passing Corporal St. George’s
gay and infectious account of
American soldiers in Australia and
on the way there. Here is your
boy as he is taking the war, the
real thing, Model 1943. It is a
comic and humane account, a very
attractive book—you will love
those drawings! Besides the en
dearing humor of the author and
his admirable portraits of the .
American boy under stress, with
sidelights on wolves and gold-
bricks, there is another encour
aging aspect of this chronicle. Be
tween the lines one notes the re
markable prudence and intelligence
with which our overseas opera
tions are managed. It is good mo
rale for the home reader, for one
sees that our boys are wisely man
aged and strongly provided.
For the third one you won’t go
wrong on South From Yesterday,
stirring love story—as harsh and\_
tender and genuine as life itself— '
by Willard Robertson, the author
of the remarkable novel. Moon
Tide. Excitement, suspense, hu
mor—and even horror—interlace
in this story, Milo hailed from
Nova Scotia, with a love of blue
water part of his being. But he
followed the sea no longer and had
given his solemn promise to his
young wife, who was afraid. Then,
unexpectedly, well, you read South
From Yesterday and find out how
finding the island changes the
whole course of Milo’s life—and
other lives as well. Margie com
plicates his already complicated
life. And there are others, grim,
amiable and eccentric. %
might live.
Since early time began;
There rests one before you who
was
A soldier and a man!”
—S-Sgt, Tom PuHiam
Somewhere in New Guinea,