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Beneath The Pisgah
The Poet's Comer
THE ECHO
Soft Young Sweater For Early Fall Wear
august, 18**
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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®’
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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.”
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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,
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