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THE MILL WHISTLB
September 13, 1943
RIGHT OFF THE FLOOR
NEWS OF OUR NEW YORK OFFICES
By A. S. Kramer
Karastan; 295 Fifth Avenue Domestics: 82 Worth Street
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“HERE’S THE PROOF”—In a recent
issue of the Mill Whistle we wrote that
Dink Singer was producing some queer
species on his farm. Singer violently
refuted this in our office, and, as proof
of the exquisite vegetables he was rais
ing, brought in what he described as
a “superior tomato”. Maybe Singer
never saw a tomato before. At any
rate, herewith is a photograph of the
said tomato—we leave it to you ... do
Singer’s vegetables look like the devil,
or do they not?
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Your Blood Is Needed Now
The committee for the collection of
blood plasma in New York, headed by
W. E. Wigmore, has succeeded in get
ting 16 volunteers to donate their blood,
from amongst 47. This is not too good
a percentage. Remember, this is our
war that we are fighting, and these
are our boys. How about it? Certainly
no pressure should be needed. This
is not a Management request—this is
a human one. Let’s go!
Pinch Hitters
In a pinch old friends are best, and
for two weeks the pinch was on at
Karastan. Correspondence piled high,
and an extra, experienced hand was
needed. To the fray rushed Grace
Salley Meringer, leaving thriving five
Months’ old son, Allen, on Grandma’s
p. Dad, Pfc. Lester Meringer, is
stationed at Fort Bliss, Texas. “Our
Gal Sal” brought Karastan correspon
dence current, and then went back to
being a full time mother. Thanks, pal!
Karastan’s Ruth Parchman also
doubles in brass, and showed unsus
pected but definite talent lending a
hand with packaging. She can wrassle
a bundle or sling a glue brush along
with the best of them. Any day now
we expect to see her with a length of
burlap and one of those curved eight-
inch needles, baling a rug. And all this
in addition to her secretarial talents.
These Karastan gals! How does
Raventos get ’em?
Picture In The Papers
The August Slst edition of the
Paterson Evening News carried a pic
ture of a handsome young sailor under
the caption “Gets Rating”. The lad
was John R. deRichemond, Jr., now a
radioman third class. Stationed at Nor
folk, Va., he recently spent a five day
leave with his folks in Ridgewood, N.
J. His dad is Karastan’s bustling Ray
deRichemond. We saw young Jack one
day when he visited the Karastan of
fice. As we recall it, there was a pretty
girl along, too.
Visitors From The South
In New York on business for a few
days last week were Production Mana
ger J. Frank Wilson, Jack Matthews of
the Bedspread Mill and James LaMar,
Designing Department, Spray. Jack
told us it was his first visit to New
York. Too bad it was so short. There’s
lots to see and do in this town. Come
again soon and stay longer.
From Pillow To Post
Second Lieutenant Randolph John
ston has moved from the battlefield at
Camp Lee, Va., and is now fighting
the war at Fort Custer, Michigan.
Who Swiped My Tomato?
A Farce in One Act.
Scene: Moulton’s Vs-acre, Larchmont
N. Y.
Time: Late August, 1943.
Character (and how): Farmer Ed
enroute for the 8:05.
“Jehosphat, a real tomato! A beau
tiful big, full ripe, red tomato. For a
summer’s toil all I got were beetles
and backaches. But look at this! Fan
my Golden Gate, wait till I pick this
beauty tonight!”
(Curtain falls to show the passage
of eight busy hours of allocating).
It is now evening. The day has been
tough. Only the thought of the beau
tiful tomato has buoyed up Ed’s falter
ing spirits. He shuffles slowly up to the
tomato vines and suddenly lets out a
roar.
“It’s gone! I’ve been robbed! Sabo
tage, that’s what it is.” He rushes
wild-eyed into the house, rounds up the
family and gives them a thorough cross
examination. No one saw the tomato,
or frankly, believed it ever existed.
Ed tears out and quizzes all the neigh
bors and their children. No luck. Just
as he is about to phone the Fire De
partment, Army, Navy and Marines,
young son, Roy, heretofore absent, en
ters.
“Sure I saw the tomato, pop. It was
a beaut, wasn’t it?”
“What did you do with it?”
Slowly, Moulton raises a kitchen
chair preparing to brain Roy.
“I picked it.”
“And then?”
The chair is at full height.
“I put it in the ice box for you, pop.
There it is (pointing), I thought you
might like it.”
CURTAIN
Moral: If you’ve got a swell tomato,
keep your eye on her.
Poisonals
Kay Delaney, Worth Street, became
engaged to Bob McCue on August 24.
Smart gal, she swiped him from across
the river, she’s a Jerseyite, he a New
Yorker. Fact is when she marries him
she will automatically become a U. S.
citizen, despite her nativity. New
treaty—or something to that effect.
Velma Minter was home quite ill for
several days. True friend, Mae Imbro,
played unselfish nurse till Velma re
turned. She’s still not 100% fit but
is well on the mend.
Anne Sooy had to pay a flying visit
to Atlantic City on August 26th. Both
her brothers ill with penumonia. Both
now mending nicely.
The silvery band that Gladys Schmidt
is wearing on her third finger, left
hand, is supposedly made from a piece
of a bombsight. But who’s the bomba-
dier, Gladys?
The Mill Whistle sure gets around.
Because of it Mary Maloney got a let
ter from a warrior who IS a warrior.
She received a nice letter from a friend
cf a fighting soldier who received t’ne
Mill Whistle. He read it and became in
fatuated with Mary by mail. Wig
says “Who wouldn’t?” and “Johnston
take notice.”
Bill and Mrs. Hoch are vacationing
in Atlantic City
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Father—Did you hear the clock strike
3 when you came in last night?
Son — Yes, Dad. It was going to
strike 11, but I stopped it so it wouldn’t
wake you up.
Buy, Sell, Swap
FOR RENT—One six-room house. Wir
ed for electric stove; automatic hot
water. Two baths and showers. De
sirable location and environment. $40
per month. Call 418-M or see
Rangeley Price.
FOR SALE—One good horse. See R-
Martin, Blanket Mill Weave Room.