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PAGE FOUR THE ECHO FEBRUARY, 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. O. Wells, W. M. Shaw and H. E. Newbury. DEPARTMENT REPORTERS (Hope to carry list of department reporters later.) CIRCULATION MANAGER—Kathleen Ricker. The Poet’s Cornel* Beneath The Pisgah BALLAD FOR KEY OF “G JUST FOR FUN SOME CHOICE A tourist stopped his car on the road and asked a little country boy how far it was to Smithville. The little boy replied: “It’s 24, 999 miles the way you’re going, but if you turn around it ain’t but four.” BUSES, TOO An American soldier in England was giving some illustration of the size of his country. “You can board a train in the state of Texas at dawn,” he said impressively, “and 24 hours later you’ll still be in Texas.” “Yes,” said one of his English listeners, with feeling, “we’ve got trains like that here, too.” SURPRISE Two salesmen spotted a col league coming down the street, “He looks like a million,” said the first, “as though he just stepped out of Esquire.” “What,” said the second, in credulously, “do they have men in Esquire, too?” COMEBACK Catty woman to authoress of a successful book: “Charming, my dear, but tell me, who really wrote it?” Authoress; “Darling, I’m so glad you liked it. Who read it to you?” NOT SO FAST “I don’t need none!” said the lady of the house before the agent had opened his mouth. “How do you know? I might be selling grammars.” trimmed, unshaven, and unwashed was looking over the purchases his father had brought home in the wagon from the settlement, where a new general store had been open ed. His mother heard him burst into laughter when he came across a large mirror. “What’s the matter?” she asked Pa’s bought him a wolf,” the young man chuckled. MAKING SURE “Good morning,” said a stranger to a woman who had answered the door bell. “Would you like to buy some insect powder?” “No,” she snapped. “I have no use for that stuff.” “Good,” replied the stranger, will take that room you are adver tising.” MORE TRUTH THAN POETRY Mrs. Smith: “Dear, did you no tice that Mrs. Jones has another new hat?” John (thinking fast): “Yes, and if she was as attractive as you, honey, she wouldn’t have to depend on millinery so much.” THAT AWKWARD AGE Teacher: “How old are you, Bob bie?” Bobbie: “I’m just at the awk ward age.” Teacher: “And what do you call the awkward age?” Bobbie: “I’m too old to cry and too young to swear.” MATTER OF ARITHMETIC Dad: “I won’t have you standing on the porch with that young man.” Daughter: “Why, I only stayed for a second.” Dad: Nonsense! I distinctly heard a third, fourth and fifth.” DISCOVERY “Don’t you find that a new baby brightens up a home?” “I do. We have the lights on all night now.” WHO’S THE JOKE ON? A hill billy lad, about 24, uu* Ecusta To Assist Its Employees In Filing Tax Returns If you are having a headache over your income tax report, you are doing so unneccessarily be cause help will be given you if you want it. Between now and March 15th there will be some one who will visit your department, pre pared to give assistance. However, there is one thing you yourself must do. Your foreman has infor mation blanks which you must fill out. The information requested on this blank is needed in making your report. If you want this help, be sure to see your foreman at once and get one of these blanks and fill it out. Next Ecusta Party Is Friday, Mar. 17 The next BIG ECUSTA EM PLOYEE PARTY will be held in the cafeteria on Friday night, March 17th. The Recreational De partment has planned a very special surprise Stage Show which will be something new and dif ferent. Yes, of course, there will be dancing. At the recent party held in the cafeteria both kinds of dancing were offered and since many people seemed to enjoy it, the plan is again to have both kinds. The show will start prompt ly at 8:30 o’clock, so be on time and be sure to get a good seat. Books Corner “Books are angels of entertain ment, sympathy and provocation. With them many of us spend the most of our life—these silent guides—these tractable prophets, historians and singers, whoso em balmed life is the highest feat of art; who now cast their moon light illumination over solitude, weariness and fallen fortunes.” —R. W. EMERSON. Winter Wheat is the story of a girl, an American girl, and of the steadfast working out of a destiny against a fascinating American background. Ellen Webb lived with her Yankee father and Russian- born mother on a wheat farm that nestled into the mountains of Mon tana. When wheat prices were good enough, she went to college. The gay casual life there was dif ferent from anything she had ever known, and it became thrilling af ter she fell in love with Gil Borden. But Gill gave Ellen her first deep shock, for his visit to her home separated him from her. As Mil dred Walker continues to unfold Ellen’s story, describes her year p a country teacher, her deepen ing understanding of her parents, and the part another man plays in it, you realize Winter Wheat is a For those readers who are im-j patient for new books, who like to j keep abreast of the well-read, who have an idle bookmark, we offer an extraordinary story—Der Fucih- rer, by Konrad Heiden and one of | Mildred Walker’s simple but su-j perb stories—Winter Wheat Deir Fuehrer—sub-titled, Hitler’s! Rise To Power—is probably the, best first-hand account of the so-1 cial and political history of Ger many in these years that has been written. Here are all the infamous Nazi leaders in their private re-j lations — where they came from, etc., including the so-called lost years when Hitlet, a jobless dream er, was living in a Viennese flopj house with vagrants like himself. Here is the tragic story of the many who were cast off or murder ed by their leaders. Here one learns what Goering is really like, why Goebbels stays in power. Kon-1 rad Heiden’s book is not a history, | but a biography of a man who be yond all others in our age has made history — horrible history. Mr. Heiden brings us into close intimacy with Hitler; his strange family and his father who domi-j nated him and shaped his revenge ful character; the women in his life; his almost fatal mistakes; his complete lack of any, principles whatsoever, except the will to dominate for his own ends, which were power, vanity, the need to| be boss — for otherwise he was nothing. For a better understand-! ing of one of the most evil char-1 acters inflicted upon an unfortu nate world, you will surely wantj to read, Der Fuehrer. (Sent in by a Soldier) This is the song of a GI Lumbering along in GI shoe^| Sung to a sort of a GI tune, Under the GI Southern moo’ll G I’m tire of GI hose, G. Hon, I’m sick of GI issi?®' And oh, my darling, how I you. GI long for a GI pass Far from the dusty GI „ I’m so darn tired of the GI wl With the usual crop of girls. GI adore you, darling mine; G I’m tired of this GI rhyi®!;| But G I’m happy and I’ll you why Ours is a love that is not SICK? THAT’S JUST FlN^' (Editor’s note — The author?* this poem is unknown, but he ** I one of the boys now overseas.) “So you’re sick of the way country is run And you’re sick of the wa? rationing is done, And you’re sick of standing around in line ,, You’re siqk, you say—well, tha^® | just fine. “Yes, I’m sick of the sun ^ the heat And I’m sick of the feel of ^ aching feet , And I’m sick of the mud the jungle flies And I’m sick of the stench the night mists rise ,,, And I’m sick of the siren’s ing shriek , And I’m sick of the groans ® the wounded and weak And I’m sick of the sound of ^ bomber’s dive And I’m sick of the roar ^ noise and din j And I’m sick of the taste of from a tin And I’m sick of slaughter-'^ sick to my soul I’m sick of playing a killer’^ role, J And I’m sick of blood and de® and smell And I’m even sick of myself well. ‘But I’m sicker still of a tyra**^^ rule . J And conquered lands where ^ wild beasts drool, j And I’m cured damn quick, I think of the day, j When all this hell will be ou*' the way, When none of this mess have been in vain ij And thfe lights of the world ^ blaze again; ^ And things will be as they before, «, And kids will laugh in the str®® once more, j And the axis flag will be dipP and furled ^ And God looks down on a ful world.” Submitted by— Cpl. Russell Owen- fine novel. Ellen’s own love oi ^ land did not desert her; it he*£jj- her to understand herself and bert, whom the new war took , from her with ultimate fin^^i You’ll enjoy this faithful of one corner of our land and people. Have you heard???? Many books are now on order. for the announcement of arrival in this column!!!!
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