gia-Maryland game and has no one to offer to
trade yet.
Troy Bryan has bought a ’51 Ford. He seems to
be doing a lot of trading now with Duckworth
Motor (Company or wants them to keep close
watch over his car until he gets the required mile
age for his final check-up. We lost one of our
No. 2 Operators, Ervin Monteith, temporarily to
Research. He is now at Old Hickory, Tenn., for
a three week training program. Good luck Ervin
but you are missed by all on this shift.
I hear that L. V. Neill is now the owner of a
large ranch near Hendersonville. Some of the
fellows say he has a large herd of cattle. Hope
the next time we have a party he will furnish
steaks instead of chicken.
"C" SHIFT COATING
By John Smith and John Baldwin
Has anyone seen Hovey Waldrop since last
month? It seems that your reporter is unable to
find him or write anything about him.
This is a Special Notice to all would be golf
players, if Bill Huffman invites you out for a
game—beware—there might be a catch to it. Just
as Leo, who incidentally says Bill has a lot of
furniture to move around on a good day for golf.
Your reporter is at a loss for news on "C” Shift
—if you men don’t do something newsy, we will
have to make some and spare no cost.
Say! We need another picnic for C Shift before
it gets cold weather. What say we talk this up
men, the last one was highly successful—Chicken
and refreshments.
SPECIAL—C Shift is offering a $10.00 reward
for any information leading to the conviction of
the Plant Artist. If this fugitive is apprehended
we have our own reward set aside for him or
them. And it is more than a tongue lashing.
What is it that L. D. R. Ledbetter likes about
days? Couldn’t be the visitors, eh Paul?
Fish tales are gone but hunting is getting to be
good, however, one man already has a bear tail
and another says he caught a sack full of rabbits—
maybe so. Just wait until the season opens. There
will be some huge tales then.
I'D RATHER
I’d rather be a could be
If I couldn’t be an are
For a could be is a maybe
With a chance of touching par.
I’d rather be a has been
Than a might have been, by far
For a might have been has never been
But a has been was once an are.
Some girls look for boy friends with blue eyes
and green backs.
"D" SHIFT COATING
By Nathan Reed
Well, here we are — back
on dear old graveyard again.
As this is my first attempt
at propaganda for the Echo,
I hope you will all bear with
me as I attempt to pass on a
little news.
D Shift, as a whole, seems
to be shaping up rather nicely and is working to
gether very cooperatively, and is holding its own
productively speaking with the other shifts. Of
course, on day shift our production does fall
slightly — for it’s then we must all shut down
occasionaly for a few minutes of meditation. This
is a very serious minded shift. Bill has promised
us an organ very soon so we might as well have
choir practice while we’re down.
Ed tells us that he must really be on the ball
for the next few days. His former boss, Mr. Rob
ert Haslip, of Buffalo is to be his guest while on a
visit to the cellophane plant. Give him a good
time in these dear old hills, Ed.
Nathe tells us he must drive not over 30 mph
until his ring and insert job is broken in. Sure
does seem odd for that convertible to be seen
creeping down Boylston Road at the end of a
shift. Then again $19-00 for a set of rings is not
to be sneered at — and I sure don’t want to have
to do that job over.
We hear via the grapevine, that while Bill Huff
man is gloating, poor Joe Mertes of the Lab. is
groaning over the loss of a 70 during a recent
golf match. 70 cents that is. I feel for you Joe —
I don’t know how to drive either.
Well, it’s the same old story as far as Coy Corn
is concerned. He still has hard luck, especially on
graveyard.
Winfred Ashe reports the finding of new leg
muscles, which he never knew he had. A few days
like the last two days of 8-4 and I believe daily
exercises could be abolished. Winfred did hit Ed’s
honor roll on Sunday night.
Don’t take those stairs so hard Clyde. They get
shorter every time you go up them.
It seems that Harold Orr and Mr. Neil, for
Ecusta policeman, had a nasty little smashup re
cently. No hard feelings I understand. Harold
turned mechanic and now has his car back in road
shape, although he is still minus a front fender.
He says he don’t need a fender to roll on and
after all old people drove wagons for years and
never knew what a fender was. They didn’t have
many wrecks either. That leaves rooms for heavy
thinking. Maybe we’re running at to fast a pace.
So long for now.
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