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Jui940 THE ECHO Page 3 )f HERE and THERE ■art A Ecusta not machine room An there was a man who wanted lie jcar just as you and I. He e %nt a small car, nor a cfieap car, -flje wanted a car that had 14K 1 ntten in every line, motion, and ' lighter. So, after dismissing w* and that one for several weeks, mht a Buick. All proving that )inOs going to look at a car all tu the day from the machine (like our story man) it n oe a car of 14K class in every mMion and cigarette lighter. It otHts a beauty, Tom—I just wish js >. I W seems to be no limit to fishing ersaities at Frozen lake. Axjcord- a Tom Allen, Bart Charles, and ■. 0116 must do is move niztoack of the boat and the fish utE them under a foot) swish, into hht, point their tails, and say, own to that end—fishing is j.jjjlown there.” it sorry that one of our Wmborne Gash is on the dis- ^ while; however, he jftffcably be with us again pretty jipfie sooner the better. . iJatest felt changing record is t, It’s just a matter of itil that zero arrives. tliat he has graveyard shift, jrr, V. 3oesn’t know K 1 T ® ^ed? Oh, well. Phfrl? Foueher astounded ^ ^ walking around jejl cigar box under his arm and out cigars. For further ex- j^i*n regarding this generosity see ^^/riages of Interest Column STORE ROOM .^^tore Room boys were suffering ^onday morning blues when ask- their contribution. They’ll have ajt It easy over the week-ends if rev want to get their names in '^>er! electric shop " Ie Conn says he can’t help it if stilose a few ball games. He can’t omome run every div o „ 11 ^ ft • and all; /inished.^^W ■aoout finished^ ™too?^ iur unusual static L\ n probably Howard talking to some friend in Sqn San Australia. San Francisco, or ?4ACn'' «ta- cPf something to be ijhe equipment.” 'weVdo 'eVfro^''^ wife^S sof h^av"! ed from a visit with relatives in f^a. I know they had a grand (but boy, oh boy, am I glad to iijvhem back,” says Paiil. tei macIIWE 8TI0P ejof our boys has fooled a mi-htv ^r eto? 'TimeT^Sfs .jir.re to be married in June. Poor ^.and SioJ^ElliSt'''^^^’ Cross Camn « tfout first aS p to learn t hi« -Tack, forgot (■thefirt'^ before he left ,■ v>io l-'Pusta. Jimmie Orton Ime "amp, hop- #rne ^y^se would like to take n s om all reports from camp, (i mean Red Cross camp) Marion Elliott’s wife made him wear colored glasses. What a shame. Marion bought him self a new Chevrolet car. So girls, watch your step. Mr. Kappers has moved to Brevard. We are glad to have him and family living here in our little city. iShorty, our paint foreman, says he wished it were possible to paint in some cool place instead of on top of the machine room these hot days. Bill Rogers says it is not hot enough at the boiler house, so Mr. Kappers has him to take the welding outfit down to heat it up. Old Gas Bag Tony Rhodes’ ball team can get a game with kindergarten school class at Pisgah Forest, Saturday, June 15th. The grease monkeys are disgusted with old Gas Bag’s ball team, bragging all the time about what they can do. TONY'S HOYS iSince the second defeat of Tony Rhodes’ “Windbags” by Bob Kappers’ “Grease Monkeys,” these boys have been razzin’ and raggin’ poor Tony hour after hour. He is not the type who bears the “Grease Monkey’s” crude jokes without a backfire. He somehow manages to reverse the meaning of their jokes to rest, not on himself but his cajolers with a somewhat stinging ef fect. Tony’s team is pretty good—^but there are some old-time stars on Kap pers’ crew who still know a little about “Texas Leaguers”—and don’t think I! don’t mean Mr. Vassey—but you can tell he hasn’t done much baseball play ing in the last decade! (Rheumatism) Jack Rhodes has a “circus sideshow” line of chatter that resounds clear to the river and the woods beyond! But Tony knows this boy and usually shuts him up with a well put remark. These games are about the best we have had on the grounds. The reason: everybody knows everybody, and every body razzes everybody. Those who have never been to one of these inter-departmental games have a big treat in store. More remai’ks to tickle the soul come from the side lines than you ever heard in any min strel show. PULP MILL Shift “A” ball club has 'been cutting all opposition so far, routing Stock- still’s “Wildcats” 29-11, and taking Montville’s “Pulp Primers" 16-4; the beer hit the spot, also “Stock’s” and “Mont’s” pocketbook. We, “Lyda’s Bombers” challenge any department of the mill to a game, seven or more innings, whenever the time and place can be arranged. Foreman Lyda and “Bear” Tinsley declared “Blitzkrieg” on the frogs, visit ed four lakes and brought back over a hundred pair of legs. Bill Bangs is the proud father of an eight pound girl, making a total of six times the stork has visited this shift in six months. (This is batting 1000— who can beat it? The Ed.). John Rhodes is the used car dealer’s friend, having bought five in the last seven months. 'Since being on the day shift, Charles Mitchell of the bleach plant, has been a nightly visitor to Toxaway. We won der why. Ralph “Knuckle Ball’ Morris failed to attend a picnic last Friday night with bis heart throb. What could possibly be the reason? Dave Pickier crashed a square dance at Bent Creek ranch and was invited back. His square dancing must have improved. Champagne Hello everybody, here comes some news, just a little gossip to chase away your blues. MACHINE BOOKLET DEPARTMENT Christine Berberich breezed by to say hello and good bye on her short three-day-visit here. It was nice to see her again and we’d ‘liked to have kept her. Don’t be surprised if you see James Avery dashing around with curls and hair ribbons next. He doesn’t mind admitting he’d do anything for his lit tle Daisy. Guess everyone has noticed his latest fetchy hair arrangement. Now don’t be copy cats boys. “Cry Baby Cry” has been selected M. B.’s hit song of the month. Clara Barnett, Suzanne Wiley, Evelyn Brac kett, and Dorothy MoCrary harmonize quite well on it. It seems as if Harold Erwin has a one and only now. It’s just not right. The old meanie leaving the rest of the little girls with shattered hopes (sniff) and (sniff) dripping eyes. Several of the softball fans have been seeing our boys take the greater part of the games played on P'lat Rock Ath letic Field. One can’t help admiring the way Pitcher Case spins the ball. They say he’s even better at pitching woo—yeah ? The way Helen McCrary and Frank Duckworth, the newly-weds, are thun dering around about the enlightening things they got at the shower the other night makes one wonder if it wasn’t a rain. Wonder, what is wrong with Harry Golderer. Anybody seeing him coming in and going through his warming up exercises in the locker room would think something snapped! Maybe the love-bug has bitten him—you know. Sugar is sweet! Neither Jimmie Dunne nor Charlie Sieber could take the rap about their cars in our last issue. Subsequently, they both bought new ones. Don’t take us too seriously, fellows! HAND BOOKLET DEPARTMENT Lillian King has been in the Bilt- more hospital, where she underwent an operation. We wish her a speedy re covery and hope she will be back with us soon. Wonder why Endless Belt refuses to bowl the Hand Booklet. Is it because we out-bowled them twice already? John Reid is sporting a brand new sport shirt. Looks as if he has been to the tropics. How about it, John? After an illness of two weeks, we’re glad to have Mae Ashworth back with us again. Gladys McKinney goes to Asheville most every week-end. Wonder who is the attraction. We wonder what particular attraction Harold Whitmire’s place at Cedar Mountain has for Henry Erwin. . . .and through the door to the Stitchers: Pauline Eckenrod begged and begged I^ester Wilson to g’ive her some time the other day and after a hard crash of thunder came, he wrote—2 minutes. Lillie Siniard, Katherine Barton, and Maye Ward went to Asheville the other Saturday and all we’ve seen them ibring back were three little pairs of red san- - We’ve got a handsome blonde in o\ir department—Van O’Kelly. He’s got a new mustache. Wonder if any of the girls could find a new shade of mascara that would suit? Lillie, our little flirt, is wearing a ,iew pair of sun glasses: we wonder what strained her eyes. Evelyn, don’t look so sad, we don’t think Nell can beat your time! A green roadster has been meeting Ruby Dunn in the afternoon— we won der. Well, folks, this is all we have to say. If we don’t take a sun stroke on our side of the building, you’ll be hearing from us again. PRINTING DEPARTMENT Don’t cry about your bowling Russell Ramsey, maytoe you will improve with the new alleys. The Ecusta crowd going to the soft ball games in Hendersonville is lately increasing in number. Result: A louder yelling from all sides, even the dug- out. Were you kind of hoarse last week, Walter? The biggest and fattest frogs are in Cascade lake—’the bigger the frog, the bigger the froglegs. Hmm, and de licious. . . How about it. Jack Davis? When put on day shift lately, Ed die, the Sailor, had a tough time check ing the shades on the printing presses. He was so used to working nights, that the sunlight looked to him too arti ficial. Atoout that pinochle game, the boys in Hendersonville are having every Friday night— a double order of cry ing towels is needed for Joe Lavell. We don’t hear much any more from the girls in MJB.D. about spots on Tip Top. What seems to be the trouble girls, your eyes getting worse or was the printing and slitting improved? For bigger and better fish stories, let Frank ' Kerber tell you about the big one that got away—Ibut it was really big. STIIPPING DEPARTMENT The game of basotoall between the Shipping Department “Garbage Box ers” and the Ecvista Machine Shop “Grease Monkeys” did’ not turn out so good for the Shipping Department boys. Anyhow, they earned the few runs they got. “iSteamroller” Chappell seem ed to be a little confused as to whether he was playing baseO;in.ll or football when he neared second base. If in the future you see the boys prac'ticing with an empty case at shortstoj) you will know that Frankie Whitmire has been left out of the line-up. One is as good as the other! To make matters worse, a couple of boys had to hitch hike home after the g-ame. Maybe they were trying to (lualify for membership in the “Knights of the Road” or was it because someone’s wife can drive the family car too? Thei’e was a little operator in the Machine Booklet Department who had trouible with her eyes—she said she was seeing too many spots on Tip To]> labels. Now Tiny Stansell comes around, also with eye trouble. He can’t blame the Tip Tops for It, so maybe he was looking too deep into said operat(U‘’s eyes. If the girls who in.sist on oatin.u their lunch on the loading platl’orn' would take refuse to a ganbage barrel the boys who have to clean it up wll surely be a little sweeter towai’d them. aUMMlNO DFjPA RTMENT A lot of things have boon happening In the Gumming .Department, Mr. Keating reports, but sticking (In true Gumming fashion) to the mott« “Everything that’s fit to Print” ho preferred to ccnsor more or less 100 percent of the contributions! Endless Belt liila Goings reports a most enjoyable week-end in Winston-Salem recently. Was it really Frankie Whitmire’s coca-cola that got lost in the cooler in Endless Belt one afternoon last week? Tut-tut, poor Frankie, and it was such a hot afternoon too. Conlinuetl on Page 4 vviiuams, women^j lecreation Director, will act in the of librarian and will be on land from 8:45 A. M., until 5:00 .ill ^ 1 ^ooks. The books irppir IT ^ period of one ^o'^ever, if the reader re- books may be re- o for an additional week, we have in our files a request 1st so in the event that you do not ind your reading interests on our nelves We shou d appreciate your uggestions for l.dture book orders, ^mong the mariy famous authors Contir"*'. on Page 4 Mt - no dep. 1 dep. 2 dep. j. ini no dep. 1 dep. 2 dep $ 750 $ 0. $ 0. $ 0. $ 0. $1000 $ 0. $ 0. $ 0. $ 0. 800 3. 0. 0. 0. 1100 3. 0. 0. 0. 900 11. 0. 0. 0. 1200 6. 0. 0. 0. 1000 21. 0. 0. 0. 1300 9. 0. 0. 0. 1100 31. 0. 0. 0. 1400 12. 0. 0. 0. 1200 40. 0. 0. 0. 1500 15. 0. 0. 0. 1300 50. 0. 0. 0. 1600 18. 0. 0. 0. . 1400 59. 0. 0. 0. 1700 21. 0. 0. 0. 1500 69. 0. 0. 0. 1800 24. 0. 0. 0. 1600 79. 6. 0. 0. 2C00 30. 0. 0. 0. 2000 117. 42. 6. 0. 2500 45. 15. 9. 3. 2500 165. 90. 50. 12. 3000 60. 30. 24. 18. 3000 221. 138. 98. 58. 3500 75. 45. 39. 33. 3500 284. 186. 146. 106. 4000 90. 60. 54. 48. Mr. A. J. Loeb, better known to Ecustans as “Art” Loeb, recently returned to Brevard. Mr. Loeb is V^ce Pres, of the California Central Fibre Corporation and has been lo cated at El Centro, Calif., for the past year. On Nov. 12, Mr. Loeb was married to the former Miss Kathleen Vachreau of Wausau, Wis. The ceremony took place in Chicago and their honeymoon was spent in Florida. We extend our very best wishes to the bride an*, groom and hope that their stf>i- here will be an extended one. :e. -ole
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