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THE WHISTLE
May 22, 1944
RIGHT OFF THE FLOOR
NEWS .OF OUR NEW YORK OFFICES
By “WIG”—Pinch-Hittint For A. S. KRAMER
Karastan: 295 Fifth Avenue Domestics: S2 Worth Street
Capt. Jesse Effron, recantly promoted
from first lieutenant to his present
rate, is the 28-year-old Armament of
ficer of a Fortress Squadron who prior
to entering service, did an efficient job
in sales research for the company. Capt.
Effron graduated from Harvard in
1936, coming with us shortly after
ward. His present work has much to
do with the deadly efficiency of the
50 calibre machine guns on our for
tresses.
Zoot Suit???
Margaret Smith recently purchased a
book, the title of which was “Dress
making.” Glancing thru the book we
were especially interested in two chap
ters devoted to “what to do when it
droops where it should drape,” and
“How to fix it when it zags when it
should zig.” The Adrian of Worth St.
we calls her.
New Houses are the Vogue.
Mr. A. S. Thompson bought a new
home in Nutley—an estate you might
say, judging from the pictures. When’s
the housewarming. Art? And of course,
we have to have Ripple and Frank Wil
son here for the event.
The House that Jack Built
Well, maybe Jack didn’t build it, and
maybe his name isn’t Jack, but Har
old Danke, our West Coast man, re
cently bought a new home in Los An
geles. Guess he moved further away
from the flood district. Dank never did
like wet feet. (Note to the Chamber of
Commerce: we’re only kidding.) Un
derstand he’s raising orange, pineapple,
grapefruit and lemon trees—the name
of his Orchard is “Fruit Salad”—what
a mess!
Visitors
Mr. Earl Brown is always a welcome
sight for the eyes. But what puzzles
us he comes up here hands in pockets,
and leaves with bundles in his arms. It
can’t be that the budget is that heavy,
or is it?
Mr. R. T. Graham. His infectious
smile was contagious in our Worth St.
office. Come down more often, as we
all like to see you.
Mr. John Powell. When we see
Johnny, we all ask “what are you af
ter?” (Johnny, as you know, is with
W.P.B. in Washington.) He has been
so busy here that he has been holding
meetings on street corners. John, you
can always hire a hall in New York
. . . Eleanor only has the concessions
in Washington, D. C.
What! No Whistle?
Wilbur Aloysius Hoch was in a rem
iniscing mood one day, and so took us
back to the turn of the Century. He
tells us about the time when he, as a
Beau Brummel, purchased a suit, Der
by Hat, and bulldog shoes in China
town all for $9.00. As he made his
way up the ladder, his clothes were
purchased in more exclusive shops. He
remembers he bought a “Morrison Fits
Well Around the Neck” suit for $16.00,
and recalls very vividly how upset he
was because they didn’t give him shoes.
He also told us about the steam loco
motives on the 2nd and 3rd Ave. Els.
Wilbur is only 39, but guess he means
the first time around.
Things I Can’t Print.
One of our young ladies who is kind
of shy, but is gradually making the
limelight via the Mill Whistle, was
talking about Dink Singer and what a
fine Life Guard he would make at the
beach . . . while talking she seemed
kind of excited and I asked why . . .
she stated she was not . . . but she
was typing, with no paper in the ma
chine . . . went to the files and took
out nothing . . . tried to close her
desk drawer, which was closed . . .
but she said, “don’t you dare print that
and embarrass me,” so O. K. Vera, I
won’t.
BLOOD DONORS
There is no doubt that we started off
swell—everyone who could, joined in,
but what happened? Plasma is still
needed—you are only asked for a pint
of blood, whereas some fellows and
girls give their lives. Please see your
Chairman, so he or she can make an
appointment. Don’t have him ask you
Volunteer We still need
blood.
Lee Belinian
2
Gc!ytrude Benziger
4
Irene Costello
6
Ted Dohrman
1
Shirley Frankfort
1
Rose Gill
2
Eleanor Greene
1
Luther Hodges
2
Cliff Howell
2
Beatrice Kastner
2
Betty Lenses
4
Agnes Maloy
2
Alma Mathieson
2
Ann Matvick
1
C. E. Moulton
1
Bessie Rubin
1
C. W. Singer
1
Ethel Tartas
1
A. S. Thompson
5
Wig
6
Habit Forming
Some time ago, a customer got some
thing in his eye, and we immediately
turned to attractive Ann Matvick (a
first aid graduate) to nurse him. Ann
sat him down, in the like manner in
which a Dentist works—from the back
of the chair, arm around neck, and di^s.
All the fellows since run to Ann. The
latest war 4F Hewins (Transportation
Ed), but Ann had a tough job—her arm
sort of rests on your head, but as Eddie
is bald headed, her arm kept sliding
off. However, Ed enjoyed the effect.
Hit Parade
Once upon a time there was a Ser
geant who was No. 1 on Alice Coogan’s
Hit Parade. The Sergeant has gone the
way of all soldiers... .overseas... .and
now some fuzzy wuzzy is first on his
Hit Parade. Comes No. 2, Lee Belinian
of Karastan... .he took Alice out to
lunch several times—nobody knew
anything about it—except all the em
ployes at Karastan and Worth St.—it
was a secret.... but then Lee Belinian
went away.... back to Karastan....
which brings us to No. 3, the electrician
who is rewiring the girls lunchroom.
Alice, being of Irish ancestry, offered
to make the lad a cup of tea, one cup
led to another, and before long, he was
on his fifth cup, explaining in between
cups, that he was an Ex-Marine, back
from Guadalcanal and offered to show
Alice the scars, so the story goes, but
did Alice take advantage? No! She
made him another cup of tea.
V . . . —
He: Suppose I teach you to play
cards now, and then you’ll know all
about it after we’re married.
She: That’ll be lovely. What game
will ycu teach me?
He: Solitaire.