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PAGE FOUR THE ECHO June, 1946 Tbe Echo PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY AND FOR EMPLOYEES OF ECUSTA PAPER CORPORATION, CHAMPAGNE PAPER CORPORATION AND ENDLESS BELT CORPORATION AT PISGAH FOREST, NORTH CAROLINA Copyrighted, 1945, By Ecusta Paper Corporation ECHO STAFF John D. Eversman Editor Locille Heffner Assistant Editor Jack Alexander Sports Reporter “Hanlt” Newbury Safety Reporter DEPARTMENT REPORTERS—Sula Cox, Euia Grey, Walter Kay, Lorena O’Kelley, Donna Wright, Emmett Clark, John Goolsby, Jack Rhodes, Nell Waldrop, Harry S. Kolman, Helen Kimzey, Sara Loftls, Maude Stewart, Bertha Edwards, Annie Lou Ham lin, Thelma Glaze(ner, Eileen Nelson. PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE—John D. Eversman, F. S. Best, Raymond F. Bennett, Walter K. Straus, J. O. Wells, W. M. Shaw, H. E. Newbury, Beneath The Pisgah Poet’s Comer Midsummer You loved me for a little, Who could not love me long; You gave me wings of gladness And lent my spirit song. You loved me for an hour But only with your eyes; Your lips I could not capture By storm or by surprise. Your mouth that I remember With rush of sudden pain As one remembers starlight Or roses after rain . . . Out of a world of laughter Suddenly I am sad . . . Day and night it haunts me. The kiss I never had. —Sydney King Russell. BooKsCopnep It is a wise man who with an open mind. A Day For Americans Jul.v Fourth is a day for Americans. It is a day of pic nics, of baseball, of fireworks. A day of carefree cabins and tents, trips in family cars, fishing, swimming, sailing and just sittin’. A day of jitterbugging, flying, gardening, of ice cream cones and cokes, of eating and drinking, of sunburn and of sleeping in the shade. This is a holiday for Americans. A day celebrated so long, we don’t think much of why we have it, of what it means . . . We don’t have our holiday just because the Declara tion of Independence was signed on July Fourth. We have our day, because some of our ancestors, with the grace of God and some first class fighting men, made that inde pendence stick. And ever so often, some more first class fighting Americans, with the grace of God, have made it stick. That’s what we celebrate on the Fourth, each in our own way—our individual independence. There was a time, not so long ago, when our soldiers trained with wooden guns and imitation tanks. Remem ber? There was a time when Rommell had almost taken Egypt, when the Germans were on their way to India, when the Japs had “sunk our fleet”—next stop, Califor nia. Remember? We almost didn’t have our independence then. But now we’ve got it. We’ve won again. We’ve still got our golden privilege of free thinking, free talking and free enterprise. Our boys fought and worked and died for independence. So did the English and Russian and Chinese and countless thousands. Then, on this Fourth of July, as we celebrate our American independence and enjoy our Elcusta picnic, let us not forget that we live in one world, a world with quick communications and atom bombs, a world from which we cannot withdraw in selfishness and prejudice. Remember that tolerance for race, creed, thinking, talking, builds in dependence—American style. Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camp and courts Given to redeem the human mind from error. There were no need of arsenals and forts. —Longfellow. “Stork Comer” Dennis David Ducker was bom to Mr. and Mrs. Sherman Ducker on May 16th. The father is a Ma chine Room employee. A ten-pound son, William Har ry, was bom to Mr. and Mrs. Cleo Wilson on May 7th. Mr. Wilson is also a Machine Room employee. A five-pound daughter, Caro line Dale, was bom to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Aiken, July 12 at the Mission hospital in Asheville. She is the second child in the Aiken family. The proud father is em ployed in the Filter Plant at Ecu- ^ta. Safety is freer-r^e you getting your «hare7 UNFORTUNATE MEETING The head of a family rounded up all the umbrellas in his house and took them downtown to be re paired. Three days later, on his way to work, he got ready to leave the bus, and picked up the um brella at his side. The woman to whom the umbrella belonged yelled “Stop Thief”, snatched her umbrella away, and berated him in a loud angry voice. He withdrew in great confusion. Late that aftemoon, he stopped at the repair shop and picked up the umbrellas he had left there. Boarding the bus, he saw the same woman, staring at him icily for a moment, and then she said in scathing tones, “Well! You cer tainly had » good day, didn’t you!” Child On A Merry- Go-Round She rides away the sunny hours Of the summer afternoon. Upon a polka-dotted horse. To the carousel’s tune. And oh, her horse is flesh and blood; He gallops as fast as the wind. To jump the sunset’s ribbon fence To where the clouds are pinned. Her eyes are bright with happi ness. Her curls float on air; Yet stolid folks state flatly she Has not been ANYWHERE! —Eunice Mildred Lon Coske. What Are You, Time? What are you, Time? Friend or enemy? Carelessly You carve hard anger in a face, Or mold it to an antique grace. You pick at locks The hearts put up—they lie Who say you heal. And yet you spend A thousand years or more Rubbing pink-veined sea stones on a shore To fill a child’s treasure box. Casually, you cut a love in two. Time, how does one compromise with you? You sour a whole life into an acid end Or mellow it as surely as good wine. Enemy or friend— What will you make of mine? —Bianca Bradbury. Return Hushed lies the meadow, Mute lies the lane; Someone beloved Is coming again. Someone approaches; See how the fern Shines where her sandals Casually turn. Into our valley; See how each stem Trembles at knowing The touch of her hem.. Lovely as morning, Light as the deer, She pauses on tiptoe; Summer is here. —Stella Weston TutUe. THE DIRTY THINGS Helen: “I wonder what men talk about when they’re off by them selves.” Nellie: “Probably the same things we do.” . Helen: “Oh- aren’t tJiey awful!” First in the June book r® and list we offer a book written one of the greatest conteinP® women. She is Eleanor Boos® ^ our former First Lady. credit to her family, and country, this book is ^ ^ from the pages of the Ladies' H j. Journal where she answers 9 j tions sent in by readers. She her answers freely, frankly> with knowledge and unders ing gained by work, travel association. Questions on Ljt divorce, delinquence, Roosevelt, world problems, ^ j. and numerous others. You joy this most interesting Read, If You Ask Me. A hero in his own right, eral George S. Patton is tbe acter so vividly portrayed in biography by William ^ |ji- Mellor. It is not a convention jjj ography, with the climax * end; General Patton’s extraordinary from the beg* yid He knew, at the age of 7, h® jjjJ be a soldier. He fell in lov wisely, before finishing pud Point. In the First and ^ jjii World War he fought brayeiy with great honor. His nic*^^ )ie “Old Blood and Guts” (a hated), was so typical courageous campaign throu^g fj’ nis, Sicily, Normandy, and jje nal victory in Europe. Th'S true story of a warrior’s lu® ijjt' his untimely death when tie was over. Every ^ should read: Patton: Fighti®* Many of you read geon, the true story of Dr-, j# S. Seagrave’s medical miss* jfo# the jungle wilds of Burffl • ^ in a follow-up, Burma ® plet^ Returns, Dr. ^agrave jogS*, his story. He tells of hapP®”. g himself and his unit, retreat of “Uncle Joe” The story begins with the ing of the Seagrave Unit j f sam, including humorous 8 ^ thetic problems of the ^ nurses. Then the buildi®* Ledo Road brings more hardships. 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