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PAGE TWO THE ECHO December, 1945 New^nd Gossip From Our Various Departments Finishing Dept. News By BERTHA EDWARDS And GINNY STEWART We’re glad to have Elizabeth White back with us after two weeks of illness. Gwin’s vacation in St. Peters burg, Fla., was limited—much to her delight. husband returned from overseas! Lucile Silvers has been telling us how happy she would be when her husband returned. Now we see that she was right. They are visiting relatives in Asheville. Another appendicitis victim in the Finishing department—Bessie Ledbetter. We hope she is recov ering nicely and can soon come back to work. Many diamonds have glittered in this department lately, but Bertie ^ay Orr has just received one that is as beautiful as any of them. Lucky girl! While every one was still admiring the ring, she re ceived a call from her brother and he is back in the States. Polly’s boy friend gave her a watch for her birthday. One of those tiay, pretty ones you see so few of lately. Still, the gift was not the major surprise at that birthday party. It was Jack’s presence in civilian clothes for keeps. ^ Santa Claus will soon be here; ’Us lots of fun listening to the va. rious wishes being made at this season. It has been hinted that A1 ^rta is to receive a pack of hunt ing dogs. That is well and good but we don’t want them to mistake Santa’s reindeer for game deer. So long; to everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Plant Research ''('M eOlN6 TO FIND OUT ONCt AND FOR ALL WHY 1 always miss that'seven'Pin.'" G OOLSBY LEANING By JOHN H. GOOLSBY Chemical Lab. News By THELMA GLAZENER Jolly old Saint Nicholas, L«nd your ear this way. Get this list of the Lab. Send it Christmas Day. Bob wants a medicine kit, Ned a jalopy. Jean and Mabel a Lab. coat. Please omit the poppies. Bring Ray a sample wagon, Earl some warm ear muffs, Wilkie could use a new scarf- Just bring Doyle some stuff. Please get Ted a date with B. Dot a tire for her car, Eva a repeat vacation, Just bring Paul a bar. Marcus could use sleeping pills. North, South for Pearl bring, Margot wants inches of snow “Bittie”, pens and things. Dr. Sig. a Kaywoodie pipe, Rids, caviar. Edith S. wants her sailor home Lucy wants a car. Anna and Cindy desire Knitting needles swift. Die Is home and that’s enough Edith R. let drift. Just order barrels of fun, Merry Christmas cheer, Peace, goodwill, in coming years To those far and near. Christmas, 1945, we can truly say “Glory to God in the highest, and good will to all men” for peace is on earth and as Christmas re turns once more our hopes are higher, our faith is strengthened, our hearts once more go out to our friends, relatives and almost any one that we find in need. After you give something to someone, you can feel that Christmas spirit brighten up your whole being. As long as people feel that way, the Christmas spirit will never die. I would like to take this oppor tunity—from the bottom of my heart—to wish all of you every where a Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year. May we al ways work together in this same perfect harmony for many more years to come. Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright, Around yon Virgin, mother and child, I Holy Infant, so tender and mild. The other night in Asheville, in I a theatre line, I heard a fellow say he could see for 50 miles. The fel low behind him said, “You should have been in service, the range of human vision is only 18 miles.” “Put your money where your I mouth is,” said the first fellow, "any amount”. So they bet a hun dred dollars right there. The eagle- eyed fellow pointed skyward and I said, “There’s the moon—that’s I more than fifty miles away—pay me, brother.” Well, you gotta learn. POOR MARKSMAN “Did you kill the moths with the balls I recommended?” asked the druggist with great confidence. “No, I didn’t!” snapped the cus tomer. “I sat up all night and didn’t bit a single moth.” Here is a stop^ that I think will fit in as a Christmas story and to my knowledge has really happened I in the past few years many times. A lonely little lady heard about an apartment that soon would be I vacant. Leaving the dishes in the [kitchen sink she rushed to apply, having been anxious to move into better quarters. When the super- [ intendent informed her that the apartment would be vac#nt in 00 days and that it had the number of rooms in it that the lady wanted, and the rent was within her means, she was overjoyed and said, “I will take it.” “I am sorry,” said the agent, “I’m afraid your religion prevents me from renting the apartment to you.” “Why!” she said, “we are from I nice family.” “I know that,” replied the su perintendent, “but I have my or ders and that’s that.” The little lady kept pleading and arguing. “Maybe it is you don’t believe in Christmas,” said the agent, “at least you don’t know where He was born.” “Oh, yes, I do,” replied the lady. “He was bom in Bethlehem. “But where in Bethlehem,’’ asked the superintendent “In a stable,” was the answer. “Why was He bom in a stable?” “Because lousy landlords like you wouldn’t give Him an apart ment,” she answered. By DONA WRIGHT Dr. Ray spent most of his vacation commuting between Wash ington, Charlottesville and Baltimore. In these cities he did not fail to investigate every photogra* phy store. Searching for a camera he needed, Patiently looking, he finally su^ ceeded. Mr. Vannah looks very nice indeed In his new suit of pretftr browB tweed. . Our greenhouse operator, known as Jack, Has tom down his bam and hasn’t built it back. Therefore, he has left out in the cold two little goats. Pray tell us. Jack, where do they eat their oats? We were very glad on December 3 and 4 our visitor could be Mr. E. G. Nelson, of the USDA, who came down from Wash ington, D. C. There is something about little “Jo” I would like very much to know. When at Brevard she can see a show, Why to Greenville does she go? Our Lillie of the Valley drove to Asheville in the rain. She went there to buy her grand' son a pretty little train. Our permanent fixture, Mr. Fishefi is happy Now for a very good reason. He is expecting all of his children home for the Holiday season. Miss Ashworth, I have a request to make. The next time you have a trip to take Down to Etowah, the Brick Plant for to see. Please drop around and visit me- Now last, but not least, as we will soon celebrate Christmas again, May all people everywhere honor the One who said, ‘Peace on Earth, Good Will Men.” Pilot Plant News A friend in need is what most of them are. The reason a dog is man’s best friend is because he wags his tail instead of his tongue. A little work, a little play To keep us going, so good day. A little warmth, a little light Of love bestowing, and so good night. A little fun to match the sorrow Of each day’s growing, and so to morrow. A little trust that when we die. We reap our sowing, so goodbye. So long. TELLING HUBBY The young matron listened at tentively while her doctor pre scribed a remedy for her nervous condition. “Madam,” he said, “you require frequent baths, plenty of fresh air; also you should dress in warm clothes.” That evening she told her hus band all about it: “The doctor said I’m in a highly distraught condi tion, dear, and that it is essential for me to go to Palm Beach, then to a dude ranch out West and to buy myself a new ermine wrap.” By HARRY S. KOLMAN Everyone is looking forward to the Christmas holidays with • great deal of ple«sure. Frank Ferrell and Bob Rhyn® are both planning to take tbeif vacation this month. Better late than never. Dave Sams is spending Christ mas at home in Mars Hill. Now what will all those Brevard girf* do? We welcome William Long to the Pilot Plant. Bill was an Air Force navigator in the South Pa cific theatre. He hails from Ruth- erfordton, and was formerly effl' ployed in the Physical Laboratory- We wonder if U. S. Batson is stiU getting biscuits for breakfast these cold moming—or has it beeo changed to toast We hope Charles Glazener con tinues to forget his lunch. Those sandwiches surely were g o o di Charles. Shall we thank you or the wife? Wishing you all a Merry Christ mas and a Happy New Year—s® long till next time. Pfc. Oscar L. Gasperson sends Christmas greetings from BerliPi Germany.
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