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Cafeteria Chatter
Your fingers have pried open the
bulging stockings; gay-wrapped pack
ages have brought forth “ahs” and
“ahs”. Now it is time for the Cafe
teria to say its “Ahs” and “Ahs”, for
we have been asked to share in the
Echo.
Yet, we in the Cafeteria try to
please; we realize that it would take
a super scientist to cook to please
every one. However, we do try to
prepare the food so that the nutri
ments are not destroyed.
Perhaps the rest of the plant didn’t
realize things could happen in the
Cafeteria too. I “betcha” they didn’t
know that we had a floor show some
afternoons between two and three
o’clock; that every day some one gets
locked in the below freezing ice box.
We are wondering why one always gets
a fainting spell when a certain young
fellow comes down the line. Could it
be love or spring fever? We ask U.
Betcha didn’t know Tom has disap
peared from the Cafeteria either.
There are so many hair “doos” in
line that it keeps Mr. Boyd busy try
ing to keep one “C. C.” from the door
so that he, (Mr. Boyd) can look too.
There is a “rumor” that some of our
gang must be on a diet but I don’t
believe there is anything to it.
Thanks a million. Echo Editors, for
realizing that we too are a part of
Ecusta and enjoy our spot in the
news.
Flashes From
Chemistry Lab
From among the molecules and
atoms of the Chem. Lab come bits of
news we hope will be of interest . . .
Deane Roberson has some valuable
advice to offer those girls who have
friends in the Army. She says, “Well,
we still have our books, music and
knitting.” Thelma are you knitting
or have you joined the band? . . .
Shift B is really cooking with gas
these days or is it electricity, Zeno?
. . . We heard Ray Winchester was
mistaken for Joe E. Brown while on
his vacation, due to his glamour smile
.. . Is that a puppy Anita Brumbacher
owns or is it a full grown hound? , . .
Stanley has been looking for an apart
ment of late, we wonder if it is go
ing to be a bachelor apartment? . . .
Fletch is really juggling these days.
Not only pipettes on his nose but
from shift to shift . . . Those three
^‘Deep in the Heart of Texas” girls,
Alice, Eleanor and Lucy, do glamour
when coming off grave-yard . . . Dot
Johnson, with her red dress, ran Nell
B., in a pink suit, a close race in the
Easter Parade.
Punchy Pettite has a new picture
of another girl . . . Ricky must be
running a taxi. He always has a car
full of giHs after shift change . . .
The doctor says that Gus has fallen
arches, it must be from constant jitter
bugging . . . Raymond chased one of
Fletcher’s animals out of Dr. Sigmon’s
way the other day. It must have
been a rather tall animal... We heard
Ted likes blackouts . .. Ricie is having
another feud according to the law of
the hills . . . Marie has a sore arm
from playing the symbols ... We
think differently . . . Frank Vernon
returned to show the people in the
Chem. Lab what those brass buttons
of a Lieutenant look like. We hope
Charles Glazener returns soon to show
us what the gold braid of the navy
looks like.
OFFICE BITS Cont.-
we wonder how Mrs. Eberle ever
keeps tp with him (or does she?) He
made a fast trip down to Alabama this
week-end to visit a nephew in camp
With Spring Fever taking it's toll,
we notice several packing their bags
and taking those precious two-week
vacations. Miss Isabel Palais recently
‘ returned from Florida, Marguerite
Thompson has gone to Denver, Colo
rado to see husband “Gus”, and Mar
garet Hannan is sight-seei|ig around
Charleston, S. C.
. . . Yours until May Pops ! ! !
LETTERS HOME
Flamingo Hotel
Miami Beach, Florida
March 17, 1942
The Echo, Editor,
Ecusta Cafeteria,
Pisgah Forest, N. C.
Dear Editor and Employees of Ecusta Corporation:
The sun which rose out of the ocean like a huge red ball early in the
morning has long since exploded and spilled its sizzling hotness over Miami
Beach. Everywhere outside, except the ocean, is uncomfortable. Even the
palm trees have ceased their wooing.
I am thinking of you up in North Carolina—especially you at Ecusta.
Perhaps I am a little envious of you up there in the mountains, of which I
am a native.
As most of you know I was employed at the Ecusta Cafeteria during
its early formation stage, but resigned last December to accept a job here in
Miami Beach at the Flamingo Hotel, where we have enjoyed a wonderful
season regardless of the war situation.
It might interest you to know that although I have worked in many of
the more exclusive hotels and clubs throughout the South, (and with due
respect to their delmonico dishes) I have tasted no better food than that
served at Ecusta Cafeteria.
Anyone who doubts the food there being sold at non-profit prices should
compare them with some of the prices on menus in Miami.
I am sure the contrast is food for thought.
Warmest regards from the deep South,
W. Stuart (Neb) Nesbitt.
March 27, 1942
Mr. R. F. Bennett
Ecusta Paper Corp.
Pisgah Forest, N. C.
Dear Sir:
I am liking the army just fine and am hoping that I will be back there
at the Ecusta Paper Corporation to go back to work in a short time. This
Fort is in the heart of the Ozarks about 140 miles southwest of St. Louis. I
don’t guess I’ll be back until this war is over.
Pvt. James C. Gevedon
C. B. 32nd E. T. B.
3rd Platoon
Fort Leonard Wood, Mo.
Fort McClellan, Ala.
February 22, 1942.
Hey Fellows!
Better hope that when you’re drafted you’re not sent down here. They
make a full-fledged soldier out of you in just 8 weeks. Those who can’t take
it—take it anyway.
The officers here are quartered on the Post in individual tents, not too
comfortable but good enough to exist in. We drill and train the trainees all
day and go to school at night. About 30% percent of the officers here have
finished Clemson. It felt almost like a class reunion when I got here on
Tuesday.
Our trainees arrived Friday morning at the wee hour of 5:00 (CWT).
They are all Yankies with those gosh-awful names. Some fun trying to pro
nounce them!
I’ve about decided that I wasn’t cut out for an officer but Uncle Sam
says that I’ll be one anyway. My knowledge of cigarette paper doesn’t help
a bit in telling a man how to shoot or dodge lead.
A special note for Bob: My first meal served here consisted of sauer
kraut and franks.
My address is: Lt. T. E. HaU
Company B
20th Bn, 6th Regt.
Fort McClellan, -Ala.
Let me hear from you.
Earl Hall.
To Clayton And Sledge
A few evenings ago on the mountain’s edge
We gave a party for Clayton and Sledge.
It lasted well into the night
And some of the boys were really a sight.
Butch and Jim started playing war,
Jim slipped and his pants he tore.
We all laughed—it was lots of fun
To watch them drill without a gun.
It was a jolly bunch out there that night,
All was peaceful, not even a fight.
Uncle Sam called them and held out his hand,
Said, “Boys, I need you in a far distant land.
There are a few little tricks I have in my cap
That I’m going to show to the slant-eyed Jap.
Jim and Butch are now in the field,
They soon will be cogs in that great big wheel.
Let’s give them a hand, they’re our pals, you know.
May they live to see the fall of Tokyo.
When you get your military hair-cut, don’t cuss your barber,
Think back to December and remember Pearl Harbor!
Bill Cauble.
Spring’s Here
Her smile was sweet, the day was balmy,
The machines continued to roar around me.
Old dreams of mine from times now past
All came back to me in a flash.
At writing poems I’m not Longfellow
But at least spring’s an excuse for getting mellow.
Now my thoughts might easily turn to love.
To a moon and stars in the Heavens above,
But April 15th opened all the streams
So gone are all those tender dreams
But one—my fly rod, my bait and my hook.
I’ll do my “luring” out of a brook.
Tony Sansosti.
Gumming Gab
The Gumming Dept, is getting uP
to-date now. It has finally got some
girls to come in and catch up on the
work . . . Howard Page, cutter opera
tor and a swell guy, is expecting to
go to the army soon. Good luck, Ho
ward . . . F. Reese was absent fro®
the ranks at the mill the other night.
He says it was car trouble but we
think it was blonde trouble
Reese has quit his horse-laughing
since he became cutter-operator. The
machine takes care of all the noise. • •
Vic Jones has been terribly grouchy
since moving to the country, v
wonder if he’s working too hard
his garden . . . Wonder why Lucill®
L. has started coming into Gumming
before eight o’clock. She didn’t
that until Tony started graveyard • • ;
B. Davis has applied to the Inventors
Council for a new formula for laying
mash which, he says, produces an ege
within an egg. That’s his story hu
we wonder . . . Robert Whitaker ha»
set his wedding date for June. B/?
tires are wearing out . . . Who saw
it can’t happen here? Well, it
The girls are taking over the softe
jobs vacated by the boys in the army-
Girls, you’re certainly welcome and w
hope that we can help you feel at eas
and make your work pleasant • • :
Personal to Walter Straus: How abou
sending in that certain cutie t^
looks and walks like a dream.
can’t say how she talks for we haveo
had the pleasure, but no foolin’,
fellows get soooo tired, of looking
our own ugly mugs ...
Endless Chatter
New girls casting their lot
us are Virgie Thomas, Evelyn
Elouise Matthews, Geneva Mull a®^
Alice Faulkner. Welcome, girls,
happy working . . . Who was the
looking man Hazel Boyd lassoed
an Endless Belt as he passed ^
machine a few days ago? And ^ .
declared it was an accident . . • g
is Annie Mae McCall accumulate ,
so much beautiful silver and j
. . . Bud Case is the first Endl^^
employee to answer the call to
He left April 11th. Mow ’em a
Bud! . . . The girls displayed unus'j^^
interest in a group of visitors
cently . We wondered if it were
Navy blue and white uniforms
attracted their attention ... The nu
ber “two” had a jinx on the Endl^^,
bowlers this season that they co^
n’t roll off. They rolled second j
number of games, second high to j
pins, and tied second high indiviu^^jj
set. Virginia Davis came out ^ -
high average for Endless and with °
of the fine high averages for
. . . The new spring brides in thi®
partment are Myrtle Fisher Sitt ’
Willa Gody Henson and Lulu a-
Whitmire . . . Mary Sue Thorne
re
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tended the play. Personal Appears
given for Navy Relief at the
Theatre in Greenville Sunday ,
noon. Doris Thorne played the g
ing role . . . Could that faint
of wedding bells drifting in froffi
not far distant future be for
McCrary? . . . Maude Biyson
relatives and friends in Winston ^
Easter weekend and attended
Moravian Easter Services .
advise Pat Pitillo and Alma Bum^
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Sally Wagtongii®'
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There must be a good reason
Oliver Vaillencourt currently
such an interest in “what cowieS
at the rewinders in the Inspects*
I^ept. Some of the Inspectors
suggested that the female conting®^^^
wear tights to avoid a recurr^^®
the 5 second drama which play®^^
an over-awed Inspection Depart^^
recently.