PAGE TEN Beneath The Pisgah The Poet's Comer THE ECHO Soft Young Sweater For Early Fall Wear august, 18** 3 BACK US! When clouds no more are dimming The blueness of the sky When Peace is our great trophy And soldiers cease to die. When earth has done its drinking Of the gallant flowing blood That bathes the sod with pureness From its great enormous flood. May this price we are paying That our lands may be more free Be a challange to the scornful Let him ever silent be. For God made man with freedom Let no other of his kind Rule the products of his working Or the function of his mind. Oh, yes, when Victory is won Will we ever realize The price that some are paying For freedom of the skies. Will we long remember How the fellows ‘over there’ Died in jungle warfare And did not stop to care. For any of the luxuries That they had left behind But gave willingly of their life For a share of peace of mind. So when battle clouds are drifting Far beyond the distant blue Will your conscience rest contented Or will it bother you? Are you doing all that you can To bring that final shot Come on—America—back us Let us'give them all we’ve got. —Sgt. Mary Rickman. If the first days of fall find you in that sad state of nothing to wear, cheer up. The remedy for a listless wardrobe is simple. By combining knitting needles and balls of rosy yam with the desire to make something lovely, you will soon have this lilting young sweater. It is a perfect foil for a suit, if you desire warmth with a touch of feminity. (A direction sheet for knitting “Lacy Soft Sweater,” No. 455, is available to you, free of charge, at the Library.) SOMEWHERE IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC Somewhere in the South Pacific Where the sun is like a curse, Where each hot day is followed By another slightly worse. Where the coral dust is thicker Than the shifting desert sand And homesick boys are dreaming Of a lovelier, cooler land. Somewhere in the South Pacific ^ Where a girl is never seen. Where the sky is never cloudy And the grass is sickly green, Where the Goony ' Birds fuss •nightly, Robbing men of precious sleep And there isn’t any whiskey — Only memories to keep. Out here in the South Pacific Where the sun bakes all the ground Ice is a dismal failure, and Your skin is turning brown. Here you get so tired—so lone some For the ones you left behind. But you write them all a letter Telling them you’re “feeling fine.” Somewhere in the South Pacific When )®u try to read in bed You wind up in a fox-hole Dodging ack-ack overhead. Where you get so tired of eating “K” rations every day And work becomes a pleasure Just to pass the time away. Jnst For Fun LIKE EGGS - FRESH AND NEW, YChTbETI WILLING One Sunday a young man and his sweetheart asked the preacher if he would marry them after the service. As soon as the last hymn was sung, the preacher as^ked that all those who wished to be joined in matrimony come forward. One man and thirteen women came forward. DIFFERENCE “What’s the difference between a young lady and an apple?” “An apple you h^ve to squeeze before you get the cider. With a lady, you have to get ’side’ her before you can squeeze.” ground. You’re pretty sure you’re headed For that one last go-around. Somewhere in the South Pacific Where they say the trade winds blow ^ And your thoughts always turning Back to ones you used to know, Where the moon is shining nightly In a star-speckled sky, And you try so very hard to hide The teardrops in your eye. SOUR GRAPES “What kind of monkeys grow on grape vines?” “What kind?” “Gray apes.” WRONG KIND “Let me see a muzzle.” “Here’s some, sir. I just sold one like this to a woman.” “But the kind I want is for a dog.” JUST TO BE SURE A friend of mine said his mo- ther-in-law died while he was away from town, and the undertaker wired him, “Shall I embalm or bury her?” He wired back: “Take no chances, cremate her.” -From Page Seven— It’s a big job to prepare serve these nearly 35,000 n every month and doing this portant job is a staff of 32 working on three shifts. They Pj pare and serve all of the in the cafeteria, and in the teen, take the wagon through mill three times each day operate a drink wagon for * shift. Leon English is manager Cafeteria and Canteen. McCall is supervisor of the ^ teria and J. L. Tinsley is supervisor. The other memhe^ the Cafeteria staff are: Joe Duckworth, Hal Ke Fred Wilde, Paul Rickman, ■ Chapman, Loren Kitchen, Reese, Dewey Banther, jf, den, Divola Cogdill, Ethel Bessie Cheek, Sula Cox, Smith, Wilma Summey, ^ ■ English, Marie Barton and Flanagan. Canteen Personnel — Floy“ lor, Reba Powell, Edna Flora Littleton, Grady dine Nations, Hattie Moore Mull and Francis Bentley- , The janitors for the two P | are Archie Erwin and Stokes. Shipping, Receivi**^ Department The other day while through a desk drawer we across a copy of The Echo ■ August, 1942. Curious as to • was happening around Ecus years ago we sat down to attra by tii«= little. One article that I our attention was the son to Mr. and Mrs. Tom seemed to have been an al of cigars passed around I young fellow’s father, I present shortage of cigare^jjcH just wonder if some of th® wouldn’t be just as glad to .fcs someone pass a few around. Speaking of the cJg [shortage, we saw Tom I one the other day that wa® . p\ I that he was holding it with Mrs. Landreth says that on [recently while D. C. had t^^ it [so bad he kept getting going to the kitchen so oft^ j# a drink that she told hii» tej bring some water in by ^ jj,r and it would save him getting up. [ From what we hear, Jo^^ a cktle ranch all his oWU’j^ijii’ kind of cattle do you have» Sheep It is rumored that ther^ a new bus line started cester way. The community resented so well in this Way out here in the tropics The mosquitoes own the place. Perspiration’s always cutting Furrows down across your face. Where your days are surely num bered your head points toward the Someday in the South Pacific [ A battle will be wony Stars and Stripes replace forever Banners of the “Rising Sun”., I Then take me back to America The land we love so well I For the tropical New Guinea I Nestles awfully close to hell. , Feeling Blue, Rastus Smith, ALTERATION Patient — “As we have known each other so long, doctor, I do not intend to insult you by paying your bill. But I have left you a hand some legacy in my will.” Physician—“Very kind of you, X am sure. Allow me to look at that prescription again. There is a slight alteration I should like to make in it.” OKJ WCIX xil ment that we think it any trouble to get a good About all for this tim®’ -CU; It h int • a Jo fe] mth- Be seeing you next mo While he was in the cell 1® he was dancing and tP though he was happy? f keeper wrote on a piece malrne iT/>tT fpfil Draftee: “Do you think they’ll ever send me overseas, doctor?” Examining Physician: “Not un less we’re invaded.” “What makes you feel s The deaf man wrote cause I am to get my 1^® I morrow.” to- FALSE HOPES A deaf and dumb man was ar rested for manslaughter and was to get his hearing the next day. BILL Bill had a billboard. n a board bill.The board Bill so that Bill sold ay to pay his board bill- ^ Bill,sold the billboard to board bill, the board biH ^ bored Bill, 1 ^0', ■;*ii 'Uy Vs