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and expects to return to his old home,
near Morganton, N. C. Mr. Wainwright
is succeeded by 0. G. Nelson, from Char
lotte. We also have with us> as day man
in Machine Shop, C. E. Miller, Mr.
Miller bemg a brother to our old stand
by, B. A. Miller, in the Machine Shop
Office, and Mr. Nelson, a brother of W.
G. Nelson, also in that department.
We are not expecting to have any trou
ble there unless they start a family row
of some kind.
B. H. Wallace, only a short time ago,
was complaining of being sick, and it
was not at all surprising, as his brother
Wade had just been home, killed some
hogs, and came back loaded with pork,
pork sausage, “and the like.” Wallace
need not thmk that after eating Badin
grub as long as he has that he could
feast on pork, pork sausage, and honest-
to-goodness country grub, and not feel
the effect of it.
M. G. Waller and J. H. Cowles, in the
distribution office, seem kinder carefree
just at present, and we would suppose it
is because Mrs. Cowles and Mrs. Waller
are out of town. The first thing' these
two gents do when they come in in the
morning is turn the steam on and back
up to the radiator for awhile, as though
they had been receiving cold comfort.
You may not believe it, but Joe Leon
ard is making arrangements to be away
next week-end. Last fall Joe would go
to Lexington anyway as often as every
two weeks, but for some time he has
not mentioned going, and it is really
surprising that he would go now. Oh,
well, who blames him?
A. B. Capel, eleven to s'even man at
Clock House No. 29, who some time ago
cut a finger so badly it did not get well,
went to the Hospital last week, and had
a part of it taken off, and hopes soon
to be well. Capel has had quite a bit
of trouble with this finger, and may get
lonesome without it, but it is hoped he
will live over it.
Mr. W. F. Gambrell, who has been in
the Hospital for two weeks or more,
suffering with rheumatism, is improv
ing, and is expecting to be back in the
Machine Shop soon. Don’t remember
what kind of rheumatism Gambrell says
he has, but it was a new brand.
W. R. Matheson came in this morning
limping, and when asked what caused
the flat wheel “Mat” said he had an
awful sore corn, which sounds plausible;
but we wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t
sent home from Albemarle last night by
Ankle express.
J. W. Tilley spent Tuesday, January
20, out of town, but didn’t tell anyone
where he went, or what for, but wore
about the same expression on his return
that he wore away; so it is evident that
he never got married or even engaged.
Mechanical Department
A boxing stunt, which provided much
amusement, was pulled off in Machine
Shop Wednesday noon. The contestants
were C. P. Johnson, of Statesville, who
is thirty-five years of age, and weighs
180 pounds, Champion of Western North
Carolina, opposed by W. L. Russell, a
twenty-year-old Badin lad, who weighs
156 pounds.
The bout was to have gone three
rounds, but lasted only sixteen seconds
from start to finish. In the first round,
W. L. Russell gave his heavyweight op
ponent a swift right to jaw, which landed
him a knockout blow which would have
floored him easily but for a workbench
which caught his falling body, after
which Mr. Johnson could not get out
of the way of this youth fast enough to
secure his hide.
A bit of radium in the person of Miss
Lucille Everett has entered the hereto
fore dull and drear existence in the
drafting-room. There has been much hon
ing and applying of razors, and more or
less dressing up around the neck by the
boys—particularly one Heath Agle.
There is some talk of putting curtains
on the windows, and bows of pretty rib
bon on all the drafting stools. Oh me!
Would that we were young again, and
could buy us a duvetyn vest and some
passementerie pants—maybe.
Mr. A. P, Allen, the mechanical engi
neer, is teaching the shop forces Monday
and Friday nights of each week, in
School Building. The efforts of Mr.
Allen will no doubt improve the effi
ciency of all who attend these instruc
tions, and by so doing benefit the Com
pany as well as themselves.
Mr. Robert Vann has joined the Me
chanical Department, in the capacity of
blueprint boy, taking the position of Mr.
Albert Carmichael, who resigned to en
ter a new field of business, said business
being unknown and of a secretive nature
at this date. Albert is a fine lad, and
we hated to lose him.
Mr. J. A* Moore has just returned
from South Carolina with his newly
acquired wife. The best wishes of the
Mechanical forces are that they may be
happy and prosperous throughout their
future career.
Our shining white walk through the
center of shop, in behalf of Safety First,
should impress the men to be careful
where they place material.
Perhaps some of the ladies might be
able to explain why Mr. W. G. Nelson
wears a sleepy expression each morning
as he arrives at the office.
The installation of the new pan
grinder for experimental work in the
Carbon Plant will soon be completed.
The Blueprint Department is expect
ing to have to make an efficiency chart
on how to raise twins.
The four-roll crusher has been ope
rated almost a week without a break
down, for a change.
For the protection of the men, we have
installed goggles at each grinding ma
chine.
Thomas Ham has spent the last month
in Asheville, checking up ore cars.
Mr. F. R. Hunnicutt and family have
moved to Atlanta, Ga.
W. H. Russell is all smiles this time—
it is a girl.
Pot Room Notes
Mr. Hyatt, janitor in the wash-room,
died on January 19, of pneumonia. The
boys in the plant, learning that he had
left an invalid wife and four small chil
dren, went down in their jeans and made
up a purse for them, which amounted
to $92.50. We feel safe in saying that
you won’t find a more liberal set of men
on earth than you will find in the
Aluminum plant when it comes to help
ing those in need.
You don’t need to advertise for men
in any profession. When wanted, just
get a pass to the Pot Rooms, where you
will find lawyers, doctors, preachers, and
in fact men of any profession; but for
a good class of detectives you need not
look farther, as we have some who have
already proven their ability, and their
sense of taste and smell is perfect. They
can tell the goods in the dark as well
as in the light.
Mr. F. M. Herndon, who had one of
his hands injured in the Maryville plant
some years ago, leaving him a stub fin
ger, had it amputated a few days ago
at the Badin hospital. He only lost one
or two shifts on account of the opera
tion. You just can’t keep Jersey off
the job.
Uncle John McGregor decided he
would have some fun out of his friend
Jersey, so he loaded a cigar for him;