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THE ECHO
May, 1946
The Echo
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AT PISGAH FOREST, NORTH CAROLINA
Copyrighted, 1945, By Ecusta Paper Corporation
ECHO STAFF
John D. Ev«rsman Editor
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Jack Alexander Sports Reporter
“Hanli” Newbury Safety Reporter
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Honor Our Heroes
“Buy a poppy! Buy a poppy!” This call, in clear and
eager tones, you’ll hear on the streets of Brevard, Satur
day. May 25th. Without fail, “buy a poppy.” Buy several!
Buddy Poppy Day not only keeps alive the memory of
our honored dead, but is a means of relief and comfort for
our veterans disabled by the cruelty of war.
The first National Poppy sale was held in 1922, using
French poppies, made by women and children of the dev
astated areas. For 24 years this movement has been car
ried on successfully. Millions of veterans and their depend
ents have benefited in numerous ways.
This year the need for record sales is more vital than
ever, since we have just completed the most deadly and
cruel of all wars. So let each of us give as liberally as pos
sible to a cause to which we owe our very lives.
“Buy a poppy” to help care for our disabled veterans
and their families and honor those, to quote Lincoln, “who
gave their last full measure of devotion.”
Beneath The Pisgah
Poet’s
Comer
Lines To A Little Girl
Run, with your brown hair fly
ing,
Glossy in the sun,
Run, like a young colt trying
Its legs for fun.
Bo one with the warm sweet air,
Wear the gentle wind;
Take care, take care
Of every nimble hour
And every meadow flower.
Gather the world in your two
slim arms
And hold it there.
—Ruth Mary DuBois.
Books Comer*
Last Days Of Camp Take advantage
of the
cool.
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Millions To Die Unless We Act
Unless we heed their cries, five hundred million hu
man beings in Europe and Asia may succumb to the most
terrible tyrant in the world—Famine. These people, one-
fourth of the human race, are depending on the rest of hu
manity to lend them a helping hand.
The Emergency Food Collection, which began May 12,
on behalf of UNRRA, provides each of us with the oppor
tunity to make a personal contribution toward the relief
of these starving people overseas.
Milk (evaporated, condensed or dried), meat, fish, ba
by foods, baked beans, stews, soups, honey, fruits, vege
tables and juices are all desperately needed.
It is a world-wide mercy plan. Sugar from Cuba, cat
tle from Canada, rice and sugar from the Dominican Re
public, fruit from the Latin Americans—so goes the list
of gifts from nations everywhere.
Contributions of canned goods or money to purchase
foods are greatly welcomed by the committee which is
conducting the collection in the United States. Cash contri
butions to the Emergency Food Collection will be utilized
to purchase food only. No deductions for operating costs
are made from contributions.
Surely in this bountiful nation of ours which has been
spared the ravishes of war there is no family that cannot
spare one can of foodstuff. Won’t you give that others may
live?
Five depots have been established in Transylvania
county to which tinned foods as described above may be
taken. These are located at the Brevard city hall, Patter
sons, B & B Feed and Seed Co., Patton’s Store at Pisgah
Forest and W. W. McNeely’s store at Lake Toxaway. The
Transylvania committee consists of Ira B. Armfield,
chairman; Allen Brittain, F. Brown Carr, Ike M. Ayers,
W. W. McNeely and Mrs. Alvin Rockwood. Any member
of tblfl group will be glad to receive cash contributions.
THE HIKE
It wasn’t the long trip he re
membered best
Of the mountain summer. That,
too, had been good,
Despite the blisters, for it was
a test.
And he had passed it, as he
hoped he would,
But feared he wouldn’t. No, it
was a climb
One evening when four others
and himself
Went on a clan hike after sup
pertime,
On a brown deer track narrow
as a shelf.
He led, and suddenly around a
bend
They faced a well-grown fawn
who stopped! They, too.
Stood breathless still and, wait
ing, tried to send
Their good-will toward it. But
it turned and flew
In little bird leaps blending
with the sun.
And then they breathed again.
“Oh, gee!” said one.
—Virginia Brasier
rainy weather to get in some S'
reading before the hot days co®f'
when your outdoor activities
begin. For the lighter side of
let’s turn to Ilka Chase. You J®
member her PAST IMPERFE'^*
and IN BED WE CRY; her newe'|
book, a current best-seller, is .
LOVE MISS TILLI BEAN. y°!}“
laugh, love and live with Miss
Don’t Miss it!
Did you see the movie, A WM;,
sure
ly
the
IN THE SUN? You’ll
want to read the book by
same name. This swift-i
short novel is a few hours’ ^
tory of one platoon of G I '
thrown into battle on ^
shores. With three leaders strj*
ihort
Child In Spring
You and the spring are young
together.
You are the bud of the enchant
ed flower
Released from winter’s web of
sleep,
Opening slowly in the morning
hour.
Not marring the grass with your
light feet,
You run laughing while the sky
Is shaped to listen, to reply.
The blue winds answer to your
cry.
Your hair, like sun, shadows your
cheek
And April are the words you
fepeak.
—Sara Van Alstyne Allen.
Brother
his
I stood and watched him as
plow’s thin blade
Rolled the brown furrows true
as his steady gaze.
I was a stranger, and my shyness
made
A barrier between us. Something
stays
All speech at such a time. But
suddenly
I saw the untouched circle of
the grass
Left in the center of his field,
where he
Had turned the horse, let lifted
plow blade pass.
A startled meadow lark climbed,
spiraled high
On rungs of light above her
hidden nest;
Her song was spun against the
Turn To PagQ Eight
down, the whole outfit is
leaderless, but only for a ® -j
time. This story boldly
the character, courage and
ity of our American fighters. ,
For completely zany, daffy * j
dopey fun, for heaven’s sake cbe
out our WHO THREW THAT
CONUT? by Jerry Colonna .
the foreword by Bob (Hopei®*
Hope. It’s the adventure and .
perience of U.S.O. Unit No.
130.
consisting of Bob Hope,
Colonna, Frances Langford, j .
ty Thomas, Barney Dean and
Romano. It’s a small book, but ^
fully crammed with fun for
John Coulter is known to
of us a poet, playwright and r*
personality. Irish-born, he "J
lived in Canada for a number
years. His book, TURF
is written through the eyes of i
immigrant, now looking back'*^^j
to his former life, but toward ^
strange and exciting new
The plot revolves around „i,y
Cahill; shrewd, with a philos®"^,
closely akin to laziness, he
ages to get along in a
moving world. The pictures .j
outstanding, and the author
be one of your favorites when > ^
have read and devoured
SMOKE.
If you are allergic to the
vforjl
•history,” don’t dare snub * jp
AMA PASSAGE. It is purely jid-
adventure story, with the >
ing of the Panama Canal
backdrop. A young sanitation* jji
gineer, his wife and the jf
he really loves, are the cbiei ^
tors. It takes a firm hand
combine fiction and history> jt
Donald Barr Chidsey
with remarkable skill and m.
It’s one of to-day’s better jjiy
With spring, we automa*^,
think “paint, build, remodel- jn
have several excellent
the Library in which you
ters or would-be carpenters
interested.
They are: MODERN ^ *
CRAFT, by George A.
book of modem furniture “jjoD'
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ERN CARPENTRY, a P^^W
—Tarn Tp