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PAGE TEN THE ECHO March, 1945 Accessories For Miss Modern Magazines The idea of owning an original set of accessories appeals to e,v- ery girl Lucky indeed is Miss Modem Magazines, who models here a crisp taffeta hat and bag designed exclusivejy for her. You can be lucky too, with a set just like it. How? By making it your self, in black and white checks, trimmed with red piping. Or be entirely original in the color and fabric you like, best. (Directions for making MISS MODERN MAGAZINES ORIGINAL HAT AND BAG. No. E 350, are available to you, free of charge, at the library.) I II Jnst For Fun | LIKE EGGS - FRESH AND NEW, YOU BETI | Refining News By JACK RHODES We understand Jimmy Sledge added up his withholding stubs on the adding machine the other day. Seems the “Jeep” didn’t clear the machine before starting and his I sum total was quite a bit more than his withholding receipts. Ole Sledge’s mustache began to quiv er and his face broke into a cheery smile as he said “There, I knew dam well they took out too much on me.” Being a doubtful! fellow, Jimmy decided to check j his figures again. This time, how ever, the machine was cleared and Jimmy’s figures totaled the camp as the withholding receipts. Tough luck, “Jeep”, now I can understand why you were in such I a blue mood uptown afterwards. Eube Morgan, seen about town in his hay baler, should put a 1 muffler on his baling macMne. Clarence and Walter Nicholson I made a quick trip to Columbia, S. I C., to visit their aunt in the hospi tal there. Frank Patton has had a big smile ever since his boy. Jack, came in on furlough. Jack was I in for several days and boy-o-boy, j it sure was easy to get along with Frank. . Our sympathy goes out to Mr. and Mrs. Robert Banther. They lost their young son recently and everybody joins me in extending our heart-felt sympathy. Elizie Heath reported back for work after being out a while with fitplrrtAqc I Also Willie Tinsley, who is back at work. Well, our prodigal foreman, Syl vester White, returned home a couple of weeks back after a brief sojourn in the sunny state of Flor ida. Nice fishing, plenty of sun shine, and a nice trip reported Mr. White. Fred has returned all the suit cases he borrowed including the one with the Vassar (school for girls only) sticker. Had a nice long letter from Lt. ] Ansel Jones who is in France get ting along fine and asks about all the boys. He’d like to swap the whole area of France just for standing room in the good ole U. S. A. Also heard from M-Sgt. Speedy I Jones. He is still in Italy with the 15th Air Force and from his let ter the boys are really doing a swell job. Sgt. L. V. Neill writes from France that he, Mack Feaster and Cliff Brannon are still kicking the Germans toward Berlin. •niis comer deeply felt the news recently when informed that Sgt. Charley Russell had been , wounded in action. The reports were not very informative, how ever, and we sincerely hope that his wounds are not serious. The Refining department, as a whole, express our hopes to you, Sgt. Russell, for a speedy and happy recovery. Well, looks like trouble abrew-| ing. Here come Bud and Fred, each bragging about those happy days when they were churists to Florida. Each is trying to tell a] taller tale than the other so I’m getting out of here before they get in a sho-nuff argument. So long, everybody. SALT OF THE EARTH Sergeant: “‘Where’ve you been all morning?” K. P.: “Filling the salt shakers like you told me to, Sarge.” Sergeant: “All the time?” K. P.: “Yep, it ain’t easy pourin’ the salt through these little Wes.” BUILD-UP “Good morning,” said the switch board operator. “This is Perkins, Parkins, Peckam and Potts.” “Mr. Perkins, please.” “Who is calling, please?” “Mr. Pincham of Pincham, Pet- 1 tam, Popum and Pogg.” “Just a moment, please. I’ll give you Mr. Perkins’ office.” ‘Hello, Mr. Perkins’ office.” “Let me speak to Mr. Perkins, please.” “Mr. Perkins? I’ll see if he’s m. Who’s calling, please?” “Mr. Pincham of Pincham, Pet- tam, Popum and Pogg.” “Just a moment, Mr. Pincham. Here’s Mr. Perkins. Mr. Pincham I on the line, please.” ‘Just one moment, please. I have Mr. Pincham right here. Okay with Perkins, Parkins, Peckam, and Potts, Mr. Pincham. Go ahead, please.” “ ’Lo,' Joe. How about lunch?’ “Okay, Charlie." MANPOWERFUL The manager of a touring the atrical company wired the propri etor of a theatre where his com pany was booked to appear; “Would like to hold rehearsal next Monday afternoon at 3 o’clock. Have your stage manager, carpenter, property man, electri cian and all stage hands present at that time.” Four hours later he received the following reply: “Alright. I’ll ‘be there.” PARSON BROWN’S LATIN “And now, Bred’ren,” said Par son Brown, ‘next Sunday I will speak to you upon the condition of the church, and my topic will be ‘The Status Quo’.” “Pardon me, Parson,” inter rupted .Deacon Jones, “but what do that ‘Staus Quo’ means? “Well, Deacon,” replied the Parson, “dat’s Latin for we’s in a heck of a fix.” HEREDITY LESSON Mary (returning from school): “Jimmie Wilson’s examination pa pers were so good that teacher keeps them on her desk to show visitors.” Mother: “But why aren’t your papers as good as Jimmie’s, dear? You have the same opportunities.” Mary (gravely): “I know, Moth er, but Jimmie Wilson comes from a very bright family.” PRECIOUS “I’ve been watching that me chanic for the last fifteen minutes. There’s a man who really knows his business. He didn’t spill a drop of oil on the ground. He put down the hood gently, fastened it se curely and left no fingerprints on it. He wiped his hands on clean tissue before opening the door, spread a clean cloth over the upholstery, meshed the gears noiselessly and then drove slowly and carefully out into the street.” “Yeah, that’s his own car.” Goolsby LEANING (BY JOHN GOOLSBY) Well, here again is the month of March; the first flowers are blooming and the country is beau tiful. The dark dreary days of winter have passed into memory, and some of the boys tell me that the rainbow and speckled trout are jumping two feet out of the water to get at those flies. Soon you will hear the crack of the bat, and you know those Ecusta boys will be warming up. Baseball sea son! Our fondest hopes are that all of you boys will soon be here from the various fronts of the world, to work and play with us once more. Here is a story I hope you will like: A sailor walked into a swanky bar and ordered a large beer and at the same time a teaspoonful of whiskey in a small glass. On re ceiving the order, he proceeded to drink his large beer and poured the whiskey in his little pocket. After three or four rounds of the same performance, the bar-tender couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, so he asked, “Fellow, why do you pour that whiskey in yoiu" vest pocket?” “You mind your own business,” said the customer. After the performance was re peated several times again, the bar-tender risked another question. “Fellow, I want to know what is the matter with you—pouring aE that whiskey into your pocket!” The sailor replied, “That’s none of your business, and what I should do is come over this bar and give you a punch in the nose.” About this time, a little white mouse poked his head out of the sailor’s vest pocket, and said, "Yes, and that goes for your d. cat, too.” A fighter pilot (veteran of the famed Flying Tigers) took on half dozen Jap planes and before his ammunition ran out, downed two of them. Ramming his plane into the third, he managed to bail out and land safely near the wreck. Removing the one undamaged machine gun from the debris, he carried it to his base, where he promptly reported to his com mander, Gen. Claire Chennault. “Sir,” he said, “may I have an other airplane for my machine gun?” TO A FLYER I listen for the pulsing hum Of engines in each sound I hear, For though they say you’re far away, I still can feel you near. And when I see the planes go by. With silver wings against the blue, I say a prayer for those up there. In case ONE might be you. —Anonymous. GI BRIG The officer of the day entered the guardhouse and found it emp ty excfept for a private lounging on a chair, smoking a pipe. “Where’s the sergeant of the guard?” inquired the OD angrily. “Gone across to the noncom’s club to have a beer, sir,” replied the private. “And the sentries?” “At the PX, sir.” “Then, confound it, what are you doing here?” “Me, sir? I’m the prison«r.” March, 1945 THE ECHO PAGE News And Gossip From Our Various Departme . - _ ^ ^ 1 TT 1 c'Ti’Tr-uniMn r* OFFICE BITS I A Message To All Employees Everjnvhere By VERA ALLISON Looks like spring is here at last. Girls are wearing flowers in their hair, and occasionally a touch of “spring fever” can be noticed. We have three new employees in the main office this month— Mildred Scott, T. J. ’Graham, and Elizabeth Nicholson. Elizabeth was formerly an Ecustan, and was known as “Tootsie” Johnson. Carl Stephens recently made a trip to Charlotte, to attend a re ception, following the wedding of his brother. Jean Luther has returned to work after a two weeks’ leave. Jean visited her sister in Balti- more who recently underwent an operation. We were sorry to hear that Reba Russell’s husband was wounded over enemy territory, February 28th. He was formerly employed by Eciista. Carmel McCrary is in the car business now. He buys them and wrecks them. Betsy McCall Hussey is back at work now. Glad to see you back Betsy; We were sorry to lose Louise phillips from the payroll dept. Louise moved to Spartanburg to be with her husband who is sta tioned at Camp Croft. We are glad to see Johnnie Jackson and Mary ArmfieW back in the personnel department. We have been missing your smiling faces, girls. Mary Drake Tabor left us re cently to go to San Antonio, Tex. Her husband is stationed at an air base near there. GR ¥'■ S T A FROM ECUSTA ar Drawn By Mrs. Robert Head Pulp Mill News By HELEN KIMZEY Recent word from some of the Pulp Mill boys now in sewice shows that Bill Hunnicutt, Pulp Mill office clerk; Wade Scrogg^ Bleach Room foreman; and Kaipn Morris, Digester foreman, are in the thick of the battles in France They are getting along fine ana said to tell every one in the Pulp Mill hello. Fred Moffitt, Breaker Beater operator in the Pulp Mill, has a son in the Navy in the Southwest Pacific who is also seeing action. Lawrence Holt, of the Seabees in Honolulu, says he has seen so much Hula dancing that it is no longer a novelty and a change of scenery would do him good. Floyd Miller, who was recent ly transferred from the Digester room and is now hoist ^erator on the pre-washers and Breaker Beaters, says he has run macJunes that were harder but none here the operation was any steamer. Yes, Claude Jones bought two fine red hogs the other day. May be you’ve noticed them wrapped around his feet. . Paul Sitton’s wife has been m the hospital for some time now and we hope she will soon b able to return home. ., “Walt” Glazener says ne were a preacher he woul want Otto Whiteside to attend his church because from certem ob- servations he sure does P on. Wanted - One guide ^ show “Bee” H. around Hendersonville. Our loss is the Armys Sain. Harry M. will soon be leaving to take orders from Uncle Sam I’m dreaming of a Now just what was Sam P. dream ing about when he hurt his arm. Any information will be appre ciated. We welcome Margaret Gilreath to the Bleach room and hope her stay is long and pleasant. If Lloyd B. doesn’t get his daily dozen, we will try to drop a few more pencils around. Could any one tell us what Gar land T. was looking in the win dows of Macfie’s drug store for? Mrs. Crawford says graveyard doesn’t agree with her any more. She gets up late and has to hire a taxi. Every one is wondering what would happen if Charles Orr de cided to get in a hurry. Pilot Plant News By HARRY S. KOLMAN Well, spring is here now, and everybody is busy with their Vic tory Gardens. Ferrell and Bell got in some early planting. Hope Jack Frost doesn’t get you boys. We are all pleased with the new schedule and don’t hear any com plaints on that score. Now if we can succeed in putting a muffler on some of the new and fancy noises around the Pilot Plant, ev erything will be dandy. Uncle Sam’s Navy has claimed Lloyd Harris. We hate to see you leave, Lloyd, and we are hoping it won’t be long before VICTORY is won and you will be back with us again. Our dinner party at the Tavern was a huge success. Everyone seemed to have a swell time. With Bob Rhyne as toastmaster, every body was happy. One thing we dis covered at yours truly’s expense was that lipstick was very difficult to wash off a high forehead! Week-end “take-offs”: Bob Rhyne—Gastonia. Frank Ferrell—Asheville. : Roy Brown—Canton. Finishing Touches By PEARLEEN BLANKENSHIP Hello. At the first sign of love ly weather, people start thinking about vacationing, and no won der, after being cooped up all winter long. Clyde Hemphill sez he rabbit- hunted through most of his va cation, and Jay Edwards used his time off for a good purpose,— though not to hunt rabbits. He moved to another place. Dorothy Banning was out a day; she too, was in a moving mood, I reckon. Her new home is on Maple street. Harlie Capps has been out sev eral days, very sick, but he’s righ back with us now. Another one of our absentees was Harry Sitton, due to the ser ious illness of his sister-in-law, Mrs. Howard Orr, who had pneu monia. Harry came back to work when Howard arrived from the Navy to take over things at home. Hope Mrs. Orr will be completely well soon. Seems like more absences this month than anything else, there’s Opal Parkinson, who was off for two weeks, her husband home on furlough; and Billie’s boy-friend came home on leave, so of course she was absent a few days. Nadine Mills entertained a few of her friends recently with a little card-party. Sue Orr is sorta worried, cause she hasn’t heard from her heart throb in several days.' Martha Hemphill seems to have the blues here-of-late. Cheer up, Martha this war won’t last always. We are very glad to hiave Ada Reynolds’ sister on the same shift with us. Willa Faye Blankenship is leav ing us for awhile. Her doctor has ordered a complete rest. Hope she will be able to come back very soon. STITCHING 0 By NELL WALDBOIIT How would you like toj gaze to-day? Gather arou j we shall see what is goi« this vast globe. j I see a strange country;! j., b§ that we are going to visit to England first. Ye*'— where we are,—can’t yo^ni fog? As Betsy would but this reminds me oU g was in London.” In the a small speck. It is comifl Ah,—an airplane, and smiling chap stepping ^nej quickly as it lands? g L. C. Wilson of the 8th ; We are leaving the f»is mud and snow are all aro>^ the tramping soldiers? ijig a familiar looking tall ^ j man, Teddy SchepkowS»tin Always on the job. jus( Lets go gazing a litW a s on into France. There’s» j ly, teasing someone as V ■ wound has healed, ano, u glad to see he is back oj th The picture grows ® glows forth again to re^u: trees and huts clotting bb lands. This leads me ‘'ihic that we are in the trocar I know we are; you cao^ne Jimmy Dunne. We stiUr , you underneath that “Tie close and you will s^be that very closely reseW , pictures Jimmy used to», g Stitching. Out to sea we go. Se«DO er in the distance? Lo*7e we may recognize soAd search wasn’t in vain; *r i salt-water cowboy. Phi' m : oily as ever. • e: Plunk! Rather suddenpm we are in Norfolk. See 11, sailor and girl strollinirs. street? Who else but u Gladys Holden could js. that? Now for a quick Stitching. A group of TOul ly: Kate S, Josie C„ B^s s Agnes E. are minus , days. They have gonejg. : parts of the world to bCod Fighting husbands. Cl’jut they will be home soi>fe 1 your hearts also. eas Down the aisle co>ang young man with a neatjx. No one could mistakej ly smile of our io^ ' Smith. . The two Evelyn’s, friends, and inseparaPj^ can see in the globe, Back in the corner, 0., Bobby Mitchem ^ F. with rapt express!^ faces. Betsy A. is of taining them with Rubye B. and look natural, minus, ^ smudges on their facfi®i Come from behind ,p| boxes, Bill H.! Your “ggp ter gave you away. ^ieJ Don’t be alarmed. is only Ruby D., doiw be jolly, as usual. ^ tl For the final looK. ma S., Lillie S. and carrying on their P3*^a] a very dignified Spring is in the aif ast with her happy song^ se fish” with his tall ta> make our thoughts • A pleasant things thaH^pe for now, I will sayi ^1*1 ^itl BUY WAR ^ AND S’HAJP
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