November 19, 1934
THE CHATHAM BLANKETEER
Page Three
WINSTON MILL
SHIPPING DEPARTMENT
Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Briggs
visited their daughters, Mrs. Al
len Banner and Miss Vera Briggs
here recently.
Girls, come on out for basket
ball practice with us. We can
have lots of fun even if we don’t
make the team.
I beg forgiveness for this bum
reporting, but I have a stiff fin
ger and a bump on my head as
big as a hen egg. I know I can’t
play ball, but they need not
knock me down with the hint.
We are sorry to report the ill
ness of Mrs. Harden Adams’ fath
er, who is a patient at the City
Hospital. We wish him a speedy
recovery.
We feel very much honored
since the shipping office has been
moved into this department.
Shorty White is still on the sick
list.
NAPPING AND WASH
ROOM
Ruby Gough and Francis Jarvis
attended a Hallowe’en party at
the home of Mrs. J. H. Temple
ton, of Vintage Ave., last Tues
day night.
Mr. and Mrs. Coy Hanks motor
ed to Wilkes county last Sunday
where they attended a meeting at
the Charity Methodist church.
Mrs. Lillie Saunders spent the
past week-end with her mother
in Waughtown.
Miss Venie Reynolds was the
dinner guest of Miss Ruth
Smithey, of Salem, last Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. W. N. Norman
and Mr. and Mrs. D. S. Norman
motored to the mountains last
Sunday. On their return home
they enjoyed a supper cooked on
a bonfire.
A few of the outstanding men
of the Napping department will
motor to Virginia on a “bear”
hunt Thanksgiving Day.
If anyone likes to fox hunt, they
should go out with Joe Masten.
It doesn’t matter whether you
have such good dogs or not, Joe
will take you up in Wilkes county,
where he can jump one anytime
for he doesn’t walk in a straight
line up there.
Robert Reynolds, of Sparta, is
the guest this week of his sister,
Miss Venie Reynolds, at her home
on Chatham Hyts.
FINISHING DEPARTMENT
Gypsy, you must watch Bessie
Booze, or she is going to take
Odell away from you. I hear
here’s been taking him to the pic
ture show.
Bruce Lewis, Jr., is back in
town from college. He hasn’t
forgotten the old days, for he was
so anxious to get back to see us
that he tore his coat getting out
the door. He says he came to
have some dental work done. But
we aren’t so sure about that.
Linda, you will have to learn
the men. They sure can shoot
you a line. How about Lefty tell
ing you he had to come back to
town for his overcoat?
Agnes McDaniel is stepping out
these days. Agnes, how do you
like the new boy friend? We be
lieve the blanket business is bet
ter than the tobacco business
though.
We are just wondering why
Margaret Hilton likes to ride the
elevator every other day so well.
Don’t make a mistake and go to
the third floor, Margaret.
The girls in our department
have started basket ball practice.
Come on girls, let’s have a good
team.
Aura Sutphin spent the past
week-end visiting her parents in
Mount Airy. Just who was the
man who brought you from the
bus station?
Mrs. W. E. Bowen visited her
parents at Laurel Springs the
past week-end.
It seems like old times to have
Elva Foy back with us. She
has been out for quite a while.
Miss Toad Ashe and C. S. Mill
er spent Sunday visiting friends in
Mooresville.
Pauline Chitty is back at work
after a few week’s illness.
Some boy took Madie to Mar
tinsville, Va., Sunday evening.
Madie says she enjoyed the trip,
but the thing that worries her is
that he forgot to marry her.
L. H. C. Club of
Winston
An interesting Armistice Day
program was given at our Club
meeting held on Monday evening,
Nov. 12, in the Club Room at
Centenary Church. The meeting
opened with the singing of Amer
ica, followed by the invocation by
Agnes McDaniel. A reading was
given by Vera Austin, followed by
two articles on “Peace” by Mar
garet Taylor and Annie Sutton.
Announce was made that Dr. Eva
Dodge will be present and talk on
“The History of Medicine. All
members were urged to be present
and hear Dr. Dodge, who always
brings an interesting message.
The meeting closed with the sing
ing of “America the Beautiful.”
The sewing class, under the di
rection of Mrs. F. W. Smith, is
progressing nicely. Each girl has
made a suit of pajamas and they
are now working on a bed spread
for the Parsonage of the Church.
Our basketball practice is creat
ing a lot of interest, we have had
from twelve to fifteen girls out
every night so far. Come on girls,
let’s have a winning team.
When the Leaves Are
Brown
Some unknown poet has put
bluster and color and roughness
of the late autumn into these
verses:
Autumn Days and a storm ahead!
What of it?
Wind blown leaves that are brown
and dead!
What of it?
Out of the same dark skies that
frown
A smiling sun will soon look down.
Blossoms sleep when the leaves
are brown.
Autumn days? What of it?
Slumps and cycles and heads that
ache.
What of it?
Rough are the seas and the waves
that break.
What of it?
Out of the clamor our friendships
stand
Like pillars of hope in a storm-
swept land!
Hearts still leap at the touch of a
hand!
Worries and cares? What of it?
Sweet success or plans that fail
What of it?
The song of a breeze or the lash
of a gale!
What of it?
Over the way there are birds that
sing.
Lips that whisper and hands that
cling!
Over our pathway Fate will fling
Sunshine and shadow—what of
it?
JUST A FEW OF THE KICKS
Getting up news for our paper is
no picnic.
If we get jokes, people say we are
silly,
If we don’t they say we are too
serious.
If we clip things from other pa
pers
We are too lazy to write them
ourselves,
If we don’t we are stuck on our
own stuff.
If we stick close to the job all day,
We ought to be hunting news.
If we do try to get news, we
should be on our job.
If we don’t turn in contributions
we don’t appreciate true gen
ius.
And if we do turn it in the paper
is filled with junk.
If we make a change in the other
fellow’s write up, we are too
critical.
If we don’t we are asleep.
Now likely as not somebody will
say I clipped this from an
other paper.
I did,
Hallie Mae Ball.
“To know the possibilities of
men,” said John Grier Hibben,
“is a higher, art than to know the
possibilities of things.”
POOR BOSSIE
Poor old Bossie she’s laid to rest.
She gives us butter no more.
For service true, she did her best,
To pour the milk galore.
Her last days were in no pasture
Instead she roamed at full-
chained bay;
Trying for a glimpse of Dave her
master.
With a tiny arm of crab grass
hay.
“THOSE PICNICS”
Did you ever eat with your plate
in your lap
And a nice soft rock for a seat,
While ants and bugs of species
unknown
Danced Fox-trots over the eats?
The water is mixed with leaves
and twigs,
Pine needles are in the food;
But somehow or other there’s
never a time
When everything tastes so good.
Just before the recent election
Mr. Henry Dobson was scheduled
to speak in a small town. Anxious
to discover the religious affiliation
of the majority of his audience,
he addressed them in this man
ner: “My great-grandfather was
an Episcopalian (silence) but my
great-grandmother belonged to
the Presbyterian church (more
silence). My grandfather was a
Baptist (silence) but my grand
mother, was a Congregationalist
(continued silence). But I had a
great aunt who was a Methodist
(loud aplause)—and I have always
followed my great aunt.
A man is successful when he
refuses to slander even his ene
mies; when he does not expect
to get good pay for his services;
when he does not wait until to
morrow to do the things that he
might do today; when he is loyal
to his employer, and not false to
the ones with whom he works;
when he intelligently co-operated
with the other members of the
organization; when he is studying
and preparing himself for a high
er position with better pay.—The
Silent Partner.
Bertrand Russell says that if
once a week employees were al
lowed to pull the employer’s nose
and otherwise indicate what they
thought of him, the nervous ten
sion for them would be released.
But for the employer, who also
has his troubles, this would not
mend matters. What the fear of
dismissal is to the employee, the
fear of bankruptcy is to the em
ployer.
CARD OF THANKS
The family of J. C. Talley, who
passed away last Wednesday,
v/ishes to express their sincere
appreciation for the many kind
nesses shown them during their
recent bereavement and for the
beautiful floral designs sent by
their many friends.