Above are the children of Air. and Mrs. Carl
Bryson. At left is Charles Joseph, 2 years old, and
at right is Marritta Jane, 4 years old. Their father
is employed in the Machine Room.
his life over again, at least the rough parts.
The victory of our Papermakers bowling team
didn’t get in last month’s Machine Room Echo
News. And to those who never knew this or
might have forgotten, it was the Papermakers
that finished in first place. The going was rough;
but never underestimate the Papermakers’ ability
on those bowling alleys. From the Machine
Room on the Papermakers’ team was L. C. Poor,
Jimmy Poteet, L. E. Callender, John Brewer, Vance
Shook and Arthur Shook.
Billy Charles is the proud father of a seven
pound girl, born at the Transylvania Community
Hospital at 1:25. Her name will be Deborah
Ann, and she was born on April 15th. Billy said
that wife and daughter are doing fine.
Shorty Fletcher sold his goats and bought a
television set. Instead of milking goats, all Shorty
has to do is turn the dial. Clyde Seay told me
this.
We are glad to have Coy Owens back with us
again. Those appendices and the after effects
really got him. Coy says that he is feeling better
every day in fact,' he has already been fishing and
let that "big one” get away again.
Ed White is back on the job again. Ed pulled
a muscle in his right side that kept him in bed
for a while. Ed says that he is ready to play ball
again now.
Gregory has been working out in his spare time
getting in shape to play baseball. He said the
only thing wrong with him is that he is just a
year older.
FISHING FEVER AHEAD
By Odell Head
Have you wondered of late what put that
queer gleam in the eyes of so many of the male
members of the human species.^
Have you wondered why they will stare blankly
ahead and walk right smack into solid objects like
a closed door, as if they were influenced by some
witch’s spell.^
Have you wondered why their answer to every
question is an absent-minded "uh-huh”, no matter
what you might have asked?
We’ve all seen this same thing happen before.
This peculiar condition cannot be attributed to
love, nor to the milder malady known as "spring
fever”, and far be it from me to support such a
false diagnosis. The correct diagnosis, in my
opinion, is the annual fishing season fever, and
already it has spread until every male who has
ever touched a fishing pole is duly affected.
When you see little groups of males standing
apart and vigorously wagging their heads and wav
ing their arms, you may be sure their fever is
running high, and they are unreeling some of
last season’s best fishing yarns. And believe me—
every fisherman has a line of his own—line of
gab, I mean!
Already closet doors are swinging to and fro
as the addicts drag forth their prized plunder.
Poles are to be sanded, varnished, rewound, and
new reels put on—flies are to be tenderly caressed,
admired and swapped and new ones bought.
Creels are to be examined with the sweetest an-
Sketched by Odell Head.
ticipation of things to come (like a prize trout
or a big bass—but which by some mean trick of
fate w^ill probably turn out to be a lizard). Cal-
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