Ten
THE MILL WHISTLE
October 25,
RIGHT OFF THE FLOOR
NEWS OF OUR NEW YORK OFFICES
By A. S. Kramer
Karastan: 295 Fifth Avenue Domestics: 82 Worth Street
Comings and Goings.
Betty McEnerny has moved down
stairs replacing Esther Chait as secre
tary to Arthur Thompson. Newcomer
Beatrice Kastner joined the staff of the
Accounts Receivable Department. Wel
come, Beatrice! Flame-topped Mrs.
Mildred Pratt, ex-member of the Set
ting Department, Karastan Mill, Leaks-
ville, recently moved to New York to
be with her husband who’s in the
Merchant Marine. She paid a visit to
Worth Street, charmed the advertising
department, sold a bill of goods to
personnel department, and, quicker
than you could say Slapajap was work
ing on domestic shipping instructions.
Doing a fine job, too. Congratulations,
Worth Street, for getting Mildred!
Brand New Grandpa.
Seems that a certain Mrs. Smith had
a baby girl down in Hollywood, Fla.,
and thereby hang-3 a tale—because this
is Mrs. LLOYD Smith. Still don’t get
it? Okay—her dad is William LLOYD
Pierce. Monday morning Bill wanders
into the office grinning in a vacant sort
of way and begins calling everyone
and his brother on the phone. Never
saw him so excited. His spiel ran
something like this: “Yup—a little girl
—7 pounds, blue eye3—her grandmoth
er says she’s the cutest thing ever.”
“Uh, huh, Yup, Yup, everyone okay.
Yeah, Cynthia Lloyd Smith’s the name.”
“Hollywood Hospital, 5:30 p. m. Home
in couple weeks. Bye.” By then we all
sort of got the idea. Congratulations,
Grandpa!
Lt. Randolph Johnston
Honors Worth Street.
On Friday, October 15th, an impec
cably pressed and polished second lieu
tenant casually returned to the scene
of his past activities. The glittering
lad with all the swish was none other
than our own “Randy, the Merry Mor
tician,” grown heavy with dignity.
After a few hundred thousand words
on life in the army and his part in it,
Lt. Johnston clicked his heels, ordered
a lower berth from the boy who buys
our tickets and departed with an air
of great business.
This morning a formal card announc
ed that his admirers should henceforth
address their fan mail to:
Lt. Randolph Johnston, 0-1596070,
Normoyle Ordnance Depot,
San Antonio, Texas.
Notes On Our Blood Donors.
Seventeen patriotic employes volun
teered. Fourteen were accepted. Others
had colds or minor disabilities which
made them temporarily not available.
The gals took the blood-letting okay.
The lads not so well. Wig has an in
teresting theory as to why (not print
able, of course). Funniest sight was
Moulton and Singer after the event
solemnly drinking coffee and eating
a cookie. Imagine those two men-
mountains eating cookies! Four fellows
each gave a pint of blood and then ran
down the street for a refill. They re
filled with a special fluid retailing in
N. Y. at $4.50 per quart and unavail
able in North Carolina except in suit
cases.
“Wig” says thanks for the good show
ing and now let’s get everyone, includ
ing those not accepted because of colds,
etc. Just call him, or Mae Imbro at
Karastan for an appointment
V .. . —
QUOTAS FOR UNITED
WAR FUND DRIVE
Central Office $ 225.00
Finishing Mill 700.00
Filter, C. Supply & Salvage .. 50.00
Bleachery 300.00
Central Warehouse 200.00
Rayon Mill 500.00
Woolen Mill 800.00
Karastan 900.00
Engineering, Wage Bureau
and Personnel 100.00
Bedspread Mill 700.00
Draper Blanket Mill 1,800.00
Sheeting Mill 900.00
Spray Cotton Mill 600.00
Leaksville Woolen Mill 350.00
Morehead Mill 300.00
New System Laundry 100.00
Hatley’s Laundry 75.00
John Smith & Sons 100.00
Murphy & Mabes 25.00
Eggleston Bros 100.00
Spray 200.00
North Spray 100.00
Boulevard 400.00
Professional Men 200.00
Leaksville—South of Main St. 300.00
Leaksville—North of Main St. 900.00
Draper Business Section 200.00
Leaksville Schools—White . .. 150.00
Leaksville Schools — Colored 50.00
Spray Schools 75.00
Draper Schools 100.00
Total $11,500.00
V . . . —
Mother (to small son who is going to
a party): “Now, dear, what are you
going to do when you’ve had enough
to eat?”
Tommy: “Come home.”
V . . . —
Buy Bonds for Bombs for Bums!
TOOTS
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can’t hook their man in twelve ’
we think that they had better go
and buy a CAT.
Well everything goes back but a bot
tie of milk, (I’ll drink that). What a
pile of dishes and to think that
came out of ONE refrigerator. I’d 1“^®
to meet the guy that started DISH
WASHING. Let’s see, three times a
day for three hundred and sixty-fi'^®
days—1,095 times per year not count
ing all the in-between times! Why can t
someone figure a way around such la"
bor? Bill Granger, you say that
are a smart engineer—then figure out
something on this project, and don’t
tell me to buy PAPER PLATES, they
are not on the market anymore—I’v®
tried.
Everybody’s lights are out, Davis
Petty and I are the only ones in this
village that keep late hours—wonder
why I thought I’d read any tonight?
It is twelve o’clock, guess I’ll wind
the clock, put out the cat, wash my
other pair of socks and FALL in bed.
We were all delighted to see H. W.
“Whit” Whitcomb rambling around the
office today. It looked hke old times
with him here. Now that you
in New York, make your visits more
often, “Whit”!
We were also glad to see Mr. Hodges
around again. The fact is, we were
well represented with distinguished
visitors today. John Powell was also
down from Washington, D. C.
And! Our Internal Auditors from the
Corporate Office, Chicago, 111., are with
us. May I present them to you Messrs
J. Y. Compton, Tracy Novinger, Ned
Connelly. Theo. Kardavas, John Burns
and Walter Andre. Welcome to the
Sunny South, fellows. We hope you like
it down here.
You readers may be surprised to see
this column active again, but our edi
tor apologized for firing me and olfer-
ed to DOUBLE my previous salary, if
I would come back. So, needing money
as I do, I couldn’t resist.
V . . . —
Mike and Cassidy met in the lodge
room.
“Sure, Mike, my boy, and what’s the
idea of wearing a mourning band on
your left leg?” asked Cassidy wondei-
ingly.
“Me mlther has passed away, an’ all
an’ all,” said Mike miserably.
Cassidy scratched his head, puzzled.
“Why, then do you wear it on your
leg instead of on your arm?” he asked.
“Well, she was my stepmither,” said
the other.
V . . . —
Want to see that boy sooner?
Then buy all the War Bonds you can!