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PAGE TWO THE ECHO JANUARY, 1944 The Echo PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY AND FOR EMPLOYEES OF ECUSTA PAPER CORPORATION, CHAMPAGNE PAPER COR PORATION AND ENDLESS BELT CORPORATION AT PISGAH FOREST, NORTH CAROLINA. EDITORIAL STAFF John D. Eversman Editor Lucille Roberts Assistant Editor PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE John D. Eversman, F. S. Best, Raymond F. Bennett, Walter K. Straus, J. 0. Wells, W. M. Shaw and H. E. Newbury. DEPARTMENT REPORTERS (Hope to carry list of department reporters later.) CIRCULATION MANAGER—^Kathleen Ricker. Victorious New Year! ijt Our military leaders have assured us that 1944 will witness the defeat of our enemies in Europe and that we will go forward on the road towards Victory in the Pacific, but at the same time they have cautioned that in order for '44 to be a Victorious Year, a heavy responsibility rests upon every individual at home, as well as upon every man and woman in the armed forces. Therefore, the most important duty of every person is to hasten rather than to prolong ultimate Victory. We can do this by continuing to invest every penny possible in war bonds; by co-operating fully with salvage and al other wartime campaigns, including rationing and price ceilings; by producing and conserving as much food as possible; by working harder and more efficiently; by boosting our boys in service and by working for better ment in our own communities. Ecustans are loyal, patriotic Americans and we know they are going to continue to do their part to help win the war. Poet^s Corner Beneath The Pisgah Prayer For Home BY PFC. HOWARD HALLAHAN I want to go back home again, To all the things I love; The cool green hills in springtime, A star-flecked sky above. want to see the ball park, The church, the city hall; And roses red in summer, Against a garden wall. want to walk on Main Street, And chat with those I know. I want to see the farm lands, And watch the apples grow. I want to go back home, God, And pray some day I will Again see new sun rising On home’s familiar hill. We Salute Mr. Straus! The publication of this “Sixteenth Birthday Anni versary” edition of The Echo has been a real labor of love because it concerns and is dedicated to a man whom we all greatly admire and respect and for whom we have profound appreciation and gratitude. This man is not only “Our Boss”, but he is also more or less like a father. He is indeed the father of our industry and he always takes a genuine “fatherly” interest in al of his employees and in their welfare. Many are the times that we have written about what he has done for us and now we are delighted to have the opportunity of writing about how the employees are hon oring him on his sixtieth birthday. It has been aptly stated that Mr. Harry H. Straus is one of America’s greatest industrial geniuses He did some thing that everybody said could not be done, but before he succeeded there were many heart-breaks that would have caused most men to give up. He had the vision, the cour age and the determination, however, to make his dream come true. American cigarette manufacturers were dependent upon cigarette paper from Europe and dark war clouds .were gathering over there. This paper in Europe was made from linen rags and linen was made from flax Flax was grown in this country, but not the right kind Many experiments were tried and failed, until finally the problem was solved and the most modern of all paper mills was erected here on the Davidson River at Pisgah Forest. On the very day Hitler marched into Poland, quality cigarette paper was made in our plant, thus establishing a new industry in the United States that made our cigar ette manufacturers independent of one more foreign source of supply and assuring them of being able to con tinue production throughout the war. In addition to that, this new industry created a market for seed flax fibre that the farmers of two large western states had been paying money to get rid of. So on his sixtieth anniversary, we salute a real indus trial genius. We salute also an outstanding executive, a dynamic personality, and a real man—a man who has not lost the common touch. We salute a man young in mind and spirit; a man full of energy and enthusiasm and a man who is a great American and who believes in progress and in the American way of life. Happy birthday, to you, Mr, Straus and many, many more of them I Thanks A Million BY SGT. MARY RICKMAN The Christmas parcels were piled high As voices called in glee, When lo, amongst the many There was a gift for me. It surely makes a soldier’s heart Feel good way down inside When folks at home remember him So nicely at Yuletide. You do not know how very much This paper means to me It is my contact with the world I now so seldom see. On these white pages I will write My daily way of life When happiness is all my own Or sorrow be my strife. Word pictures they’ll be canvas for The folks I cannot see— They’ll be the bond that links us Till we again are free. I hope before the final page Is taken from this stack We’ll know a glorious freedom And I’ll write—I’m coming back!— But till I can come home again, Please don’t forget I’m here— Let’s pray there’ll be no postage spent For ‘service gift’ next year. Prayer Of A Navy Wife BY THEDA M. ECKMAN Please let him come home From the war, I pray; It’s my uppermost thought Both night and day. For he’s so young And his love is so true. I pray he’ll return To the life he knew. Book. Corner “The end of complete reading is to acquire more knowledge of human nature. . . . Get your- self a comfortable chair, a good book and a good light—and have confidence in your own mind.” —John Erskine. Martha Norburn Mead, a native of Asheville, knew the book tha* all Western Carolinians would ei>' joy, so she wrote “ASHEVILL^i IN THE LAND OF THE SKY,” ^ beautifully descriptive and inforW tive book full of human interests and your librarian now proudly aH' nounces that we have this humaJ document of the Smoky Mountain* and their jewel city from the daj^ of the Cherokees through 0 years of the brave explorers au^ scientists to the present colorfii' mountain folk and the citizerf who have made Asheville a cul' tured modern city. “FlatrocK” and “St. John-In-The-Wildemess," “Riverside” and “Pisgah and 0 Rat” become more than pictui’' esque names to lovers of the bea«J' tiful. don’t even think That he might not return, For faith, like a flame, Continues to burn And kindles my hopes ’Mid a life so drear, And I know in my heart. It can’t happen here. He’s got to come back— It just must be That he can come home To the kids and me. Along life’s highway, Hand in hand We’ll reach the ripe Old age we planned. His life for his country He’s willing to give. And I’d give mine That he might live. May God, in His mercy Give again to me The one I love, When the world is free. How often, in reading the gre8* works of the past, we have Bf" sumed that the scenes and placed mentioned were legendary, or least figments of the author’s itf' agination. Not at all; in LITBB' ARY ENGLAND, one of the moS^ recent additions to our librar^' through the photographs by D. ^ Scherman and the descriptive teX* by Richard Wilcox, we can actually see the remains of Tintagel castl^ by the Cornish Sea where Kifl^ Arthur was born. Here is the la^® where Sir Bedivere threw th^ King’s sword, Excalibur, after tb^ battle of Camelford. Here also the cathedral celebrated in Cha»J' cer’s “Canterbury Tales,” sti^^ standing in all its glory; the couH' try churchyard that inspired Grey*® “Elegy”, Here is Sherwood Fof" est where Robin Hood and merry men hid out; the farmhouS^ on the Yorkshire moors whef® Heathcliff lived in Emily Bronte’^ “Wuthering Heights”; the actu^ rock where Augustus Toplad^ sought shelter from a sumifl®’^ storm and was inspired to compoS® “Rock of Ages”; and many, maOJ^ other pictures of the many placed made famous in English liters' ture with the well-loved passag®^ which make them forever memo^' able. This is the book to mal^® your reading of the past moJ*^ complete. Now you want a tender and xao^' ing love story? THE SIGNPOS'f- the new novel by the witty, V^K sionate, and honest author Four Frightened People” aO*^ “Three Came Unarmed”, is tli^ book you will want to read. It the story df a convalescent RA^ pilot and a young Frenchwom^^ whom he meets on the boat route to Ireland, where he plaJJ^ •—Turn To Pa|{e
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