July 20, 1937
CHATHAM BLANKETEER
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Bride' of June 12th
Mrs. Charlie Colbert, cf Jonesville, who prior to her marriage on
June 12th, was Miss Mary Lou Garris.
ELKIN MILL
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hot nights. We would like know
who he took swimming the other
night at 10:30 o’clock.
Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Phillips
spent the past week-end at Vir
ginia Beach.
Roy Boles and Jess Powers at
tended the ball game in Greens
boro.
Ott Boles, Justice of the Peace,
is all smiles. He married a couple
Saturday night. We guess he got
to kiss the bride.
We would like to know why J,
L. Powers was sick last week. Will
someone ask him.
Now that we have cold water in
the mill, the next thing to ask for
is a fan for each frame.
The output now from the cheese
farm is 300 lbs. a day.
Things we see as we look
through the Spinning Room.
Mook looking through the jail
bars.
Russ Powers milking,
Tom Golden stomping Black
berry.
Fred Neaves eating a cheese
sandwich.
Rev. J. L. Powers thinking of
fried chicken.
Ott Key killing a calf.
Home Spencer hunting his
meat.
Jim Young blowing up a bal
loon.
Hugh Salmon thinking about
his trip to N. Y.
Rich Draughn acting like a bull
frog.
Howard Golden cleaning his
suspenders.
POWER PLANT
Vacation bugs are buzzing
around the Power Plant gang
here of late. One bit Jack Brown
last Saturday, sending him off to
Morehead City to recuperate from
the effects, and so on. Jack was
accompanied on the trip by the
family, and a few of his friends.
They hope to spend a week of
fishing, and other pastimes ap
pertaining to beaches, and so
forth, before they return home.
Mrs. Burt (Bristles) Chipman
is spending a few days at the
home of her parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Clifford Sparks near Ben-
ham. That probably accounts
^or that lonely look on old
“Bristles” pan, here of late.
Marvin Lyons of the boiler
room force has been transferred
to the card room. Quite a lift we
would call it, eh, Marvin?
Well, you should see the boys
down in the boiler room since we
have the coal conveyor in opera
tion, they even look different. The
“coal suveyor,” as one of our long
since retired coal handlers of the
same color as coal, once called it,
is a real boon to the Power Plant
gang, one and all. We will be able
to keep a clean house, at least we
had better keep it clean, the ef
ficiency of the plant will be in
creased, saving both men and
money.
Coal is dumped from the rail
road cars right into the elevator
hopper, from here it is carried to
an overhead storage bunker, high
above the boiler room floor. The
coal flows by gravity to a screw
conveyor at the bottom of the
bunker, which carries it into the
boiler room, dumping it into a
weighing device. From there it is
dumped into the stoker hoppers,
and fed into the furnaces as
needed, by the stokers. Heretofore
coal was handled entirely by
hand, and was a laborious task of
no small proportion. It is a great
step towards the most modern of
boiler room practice, and we as a
whole, thank the management of
this mill for their forethought and
cooperation in giving us this
equipment.
■\Ye don’t have to try to say
how much we appreciate our
company’s reminder that they
appreciate us, which they so ably
said on July 3rd, thanks a million
times gentlemen, and we will try
to merit the whole of it. And this
goes for the Power Plant gang.
Alexander Smith has been as
signed to our department in the
capacity of chemist in general.
“Zan” as we know him, is hand
ling boiler feed water control for
all our boilers, both here and in
Winston, and doing general
chemical research work, is an es
sential in a plant as large as ours.
“Zan” is a promising youngster,
and we are glad to have him here
during his college vacation. Alex
ander is studying chemical engin
eering at N. C. State.
SHOP
The annual gettogether of the
“Tall Story and Parlor Joke
Club,” of the Shop, which includ
es all members of the shop and
the electrical department, was
held on the lawn at the old shoe
factory last Friday.
Messrs. W. A. Neaves, J. W. L.
Benson, C. C. Poindexter, Thomas
Roth, and J. A. Booher were in
vited out as guests of honor.
Mr. Vascoe Whatley did the
honors at preparing the feast
which consisted of a “Chicken
Stew,” with all that goes with it.
Everyone attested to the fact that
it was a fine layout, with many
compliments on Mr. Whatley’s
ability to cook a splendid feast.
After the “stew” had been ab
sorbed by the many members of
the shop and the guests, the
“Parlor Joke” division of the “Tall
Story and Parlor Joke Club,” led
by “Red” Johnson, went into ac
tion. Well, what happened from
here on is nobody’s business. It
is needless to say that “Red”
Johnson carried off the prize for
the best “Story,” alphabetically
speaking, of course, if you catch
what we mean.
So far there has been no serious
reaction from the many pounds
of chicken absorbed, except that
we noticed a small feather pro
truding from the corner of one of
the boy’s mouth, next morning.
We wouldn’t accuse Mr. What
ley of being negligent in his du
ties in preparing the chicken, but
it would have been entirely pos
sibly for the fellow to dig into the
feathers instead of the chicken.
Well, we probably will never
know the straight of it.
And speaking of jokes, that
same “Red” Johnson came down
to your reporter’s typewriter and
made a copy of one of them on
said typewriter. If you note any
unnecessary words or phrases in
our stories for the next few weeks,
just blame it on the language it
has been using. We don’t seem to
be able to break the darn thing
from using such language.
Everyone came home with a
stitch in one side from laughing
at Mr. Neaves, laughing at those
jokes, and a stitch in the other
side from eating too much chick
en. Anyway everybody had a swell
time, and the thing is threatened
to be repeated again in the near
future. The boys in the shop fur
nishing the “music” and Whatley
at the “Console.” And by the way
one of the fellows reported to
your reporter that one of the boys
ate so much chicken and had
such a fine time that he oversub
scribed his share and gave 30c
to the fund. Now don’t blame your
reporter if that is not the right
figure, but as we remember, it
was just 30c. It could have been
$3.00, or on the other hand it
could have been .03c. No that
wouldn’t be correct, it must have
been 30c.
That tall guy from Yadkin
county in the shop, reports that
in addition to all the other things
we accused him of doing, in the
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