May 17, 1937
CHATHAM BLANKETEER
Page Three
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SHIPPING DEPT.
We welcome Treva Head back
to work after several weeks ill
ness.
The doctor told Hobson that he
couldn’t have any more strong
drinks. Tough luck, Hob.
Do you suppose that “quick re
mover” is intoxicating? It must
be because Treva Davenport has
teen falling around lately.
We heard that Bobby Harris
tried to show a gang a thing or
two at the dance Friday night.—
Be ashamed Robert Hibbard.
We are convinced that Banner
wasn’t raised on the farm. She
thinks that cotton grows in wards.
Don’t women have the oddest
styles? Just the other day Pan
sy wore a white shoe and a black
one at the same time.
Leva said that she had to wear
a hat to keep the top of her head
on this morning. It must be a
strange feeling to have our teeth
numb.
Speed cop: “Hey, lady, what’s
the hurry? You were doing sixty.”
Margaret Huffman; “Well, isn’t
that marvelous? I’m just learn
ing to drive.”
We were beginning to think
that a new boy had come to work
in the Traffic Dept. Monday
morning. But it was just Chick
Tomperson with a new grey suit
on.
Mr. Leary must let Ada Smith-
erman off every Saturday morn
ing to help with the farming up
at her home in the country. She
never works on Saturdays any
more. By the way, how’s the
onion crop, Ada?
Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Leary spent
last Sunday touring the moun
tains of North Carolina.
NIGHT NAPPING DEPT.
The cutting dept, reports that
Carl Osborne is still whistling,
“Careless Love.” Isn’t there some
thing we can do about it, Carl?
Preacher Comer is still out sick.
We hope he will soon be able to
work again.
“Curley” Floyd thought he saw
the devil last Sunday, but it turn
ed out to be only a new “Willys.”
E. M. Livengood has bought a
diamond but he still can cut
blankets at 4:30 when he hears
the clock being punched.
Miss Polly Gentry had as her
guest for the week-end Miss Thel
ma Lucetter Pettyjohn.
Our good floor boy Joe Spear is
on day time this week and is at
tending the revival which is be
ing held at the Chatham Heights
Baptist church. James Mathews
is working in Joe’s place. We
hope you like us as well as Joe
does.
Mrs. Hugh Ladd and small
daughters, Judith Ann and Diana
Jean spent a week with their
grandparents Mr. and Mrs. J. V.
Wooten at Harmony recently.
Ephraim Grubbs says he will
have to visit the cloth dept. soon.
We know it isn’t the cloth but
some girl.
Mr. Page, has gone in for caps
in a big way and Evander Fishel
spents his spare time reading
fairy tales and “Freck” Tuttle
whistles all the time.
Jack Shoaf is having some
trouble with his eyes. We hope he
will soon be well.
Miss Della Chambers and Na
omi Wooten spent the week-end
visiting in Mt. Airy and Galax,
Virginia. While away they attend
ed a birthday dinner at the home
of Rev. and Mrs. O. E. Ward. Na
omi, says that coming around the
mountains she could just reach
out and sqeeze the rain out of the
clouds.
Sallie Ball says she doesn’t have
any money to loan. Cheer up,
Sally, your ship will come home
one of these days.
NIGHT FORCE
We all wonder why “Curly”
Tate is coming in now at eleven
thirty instead of eleven. “Curly”
is it one of the Whitt girls?
Mr. O. A. Conrad has started a
turkey farm. Place your orders
now for chickens, eggs and your
next Christmas turkey dinner.
By the way if Conrad could cut
blankets like he can talk he
would be the best in town.
The Night Force was delighted
to have as a recent visitor Mrs.
C. M. Hanks. We are always glad
to see you. Collie.
Ikey Disher has gone on the
third shift and his luck has
changed already, for he reports
that he now has a sweetheart.
Henry Stoneman, why do you
pull off so many serial numbers?
Hugh Ladd, the present you
jent your mother on Mother’s
Day was very beautiful.
“Freck” and Ephraim, we won
der what you are going to do with
those lovely gifts you bought re
cently.
Polly Gentry, what will it take
to convince you that living on a
farm can be wonderful?
Lee Pinnix, why do you always
have to get our scissors? Can’t
you pick on someone else some
times?
Misses Polly Gentry and Na
omi Wooten spent the past week
end with the latter’s parents, Mr.
and Mrs. J. V. Wooten at Har
mony, N. C. Too much to eat and
too big a time, they are both now
sick.
The Night Force extends their
sympathy to the Wagoner family
due to the passing of their moth
er, Mrs. Luna Wagoner.
“Tiny”
Margaret Elizabeth Gough, 9-
year-old daughter of Mr, and
Mrs. Clayton Gough, of the
Winston-Salem mill. “Tiny” is in
the fourth grade in the Old Town
school. Her ambition is to dance
like Shirley Temple.
FINISHING DEPT.
Mr. and Mrs. C. R. Bell visited
Mrs. Bell’s sister in Danville, Va.,
last Sunday.
The weather man seems to dis
agree with Linda’s picnic parties.
Hixie and Monk have decided
to make their quarrels — family
quarrels.
Mrs. Elva Foy has been out
sick for several days.
Song titles to describe individ
uals;
Lovely to Look At—Ellis Hall.
The Whistling Boy—Nig Plast
er.
One in a Million—Mozelle Long.
It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie — Joe
Day.
Jimmie Had a Nickle — Clay
ton Gough.
When My Dream Boat Comes
Home—Pauline Chitty.
No Use Pretending — Ethel
Hanks.
Tie Me To Your Apron String
—^Molly Phillips.
That’s the Glory of Love —
Evelyn Mayberry.
Red Sails in the Sunset—Car
rie Hinshaw.
Headin’ for the Rio Grande —
Roger Pruitt.
Rap-tap on Wood — Gladys
Fishel.
Rockin’ Chair Got Me—Clyde
Minnish.
I’m Putting All My Eggs in One
Basket—Mildred Poole.
Mr. and Mrs. William Mcllwee
were called to Washington, D. C.
Monday due to the death of Mr,
Mcllwee’s father. We extend our
sincere sympathy to them.
Miss Aldie Biddix, together with
a party of friends spent last Sun
day in Martinsville, Virginia.
Folks, didn’t Toad pull a fast
one;' Getting married here and
not telling us. Reporters are al
ways the last ones to find out
anything.
NAPPING DEPT.
Well, its the first of the month
again. I guess you all know what
that means. Pay up or get out.
And thats the way the Blanketeer
situation is getting. If you don’t
pay for your pax)er you won’t get
one. Sorry folks, but those are
orders from headquarters.
There has been a complaint
against Nig Plaster’s giving advice
to the love lorn. The way that guy
blabs you would thing he had
been vaccinated with a phono
graph needle. We know you have
had a lot of experience along
that line. Nig, but one learns by
experience you know.
Foot Eye has pitched three ball
games so far and allowed only
fifty-two hits. Nice work, you’lll
make the big league yet.
I guess Tommy is glad its rain
ing so that he can wear that ex
pensive rain coat. By the way.
Tommy, how much did that rain
coat cost you?
All the single girls will just
have to give Bob Smitherman up.
Because he is in love with that
pretty young brunette on the
third floor.
If you want to know all about
the sport page, without reading
the paper, just tune in on Marvin
and Babe every morning and lis
ten to them play all the games
over. They really know what
they’re talking about too.
The Napping Dept, wants to
take this opportunity to send a
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ASTOUNDED
Miss Margaret Mitchell, author
of that sensational 1,037 page
novel, “Gone With The Wind,”
has been awarded a Pulitzer
Prize. Miss Mitchell, in private
life, Mrs. John R. Marsh, is a
native of Atlanta, Ga. 1,350,000
copies of her book have been sold
and a motion picture concern has
already bought screen rights at a
pretty price, so we understand.
No book in the ken of your
editor has been so generally dis
cussed. Young people, middle
aged people and tottering people
have all been enthralled by the
novel. Hundreds have actually
flocked to Atlanta and nearby
places seeking the sites created
by Miss Mitchell in her book.
And yet Miss Mitchell upon
being informed that she had been
awarded a Pulitzer Prize stated
“I’m astounded” — “I’m over
whelmed.” We would have been
astounded if she had not receiv
ed that recognition.—^The Textor-
ian.