COATING "D" SHIFT
By Nathan Reed
Hi folks! Here we go, rac
ing the old dead-line again.
Seems like I always have to
make the write up on grave
yard. Oh well—what’s the
difference. I’m used to sleep
ing days anyway — and at
least on 3rd shift we get to
do what many folks dream about—be in bed till
noon, that is if the little lady doesn’t have some
thing better figured out for you to do—like help
ing the wash—or cutting stove wood.
We have had Ed Sikkema with us a couple of
nights, glad to have had you Ed. Guess what—
Harold had to go to his tech., orders the first
night of graveyard. I walked up looking for him
and he was checking moisture controls and the
tech., orders. I had to look them over myself.
Very interesting.
Joe Whitmire reports a bang up time on his
trip to Tennessee to watch Tennessee beat the
socks off Duke in a 26-0 closeout.
Tom McCall reports a nice time on his trip to
Atlanta during his five days off. Gee—wish I could
go on trips like that. I spent all my week-end
working. If I could mosey off down to Savannah
or somewhere like that for a few days after each
third shift it would be very easy to lose this grave
yard pallor.
Winfred, I hear you started on too mild a cig
arette. Cigarettes can only be appreciated after
smoking old stogies for a while, so if you are to
learn to smoke, I suggest you buy some King Ed-
v/ards, then taper down to something mild.
Deaver—why does the coke machine operate
so much better off your nickles than off Harold’s?
I can’t figure it out. By the way, we want to pass
on a word of appreciation for the coke machine
for the Towers. It was a pleasant surprise when
we came in and found it.
If anyone needs confirmation on the fact that
auto-suggestion really works. I would suggest he
have a conference with Clyde Baldwin. One of the
last days we worked last week Clyde came in with
a sore on his neck. By ten or eleven o’clock it had
increased in size until it was as large as half a
dollar, with rsd streaks running in all directions.
From the time he came in that morning, it was
suggested to him that something terrible was
happening to him, and many, many times it was
suggested that First Aid should be consulted. After
many puns and consultations with Ed Morley,
Clyde finally came to the conclusion that he wasn’t
nearly as bad off as he thought. China marking
pencils combined with phone and the morbid
concern of his associates nearly had the poor boy
in the hospital.
MAINTENANCE
By George Ryder
Since the Cellophane Maintenance section was
organized some time ago, we have acquired about
fifty men skilled in practically every craft. These
men have been serving well in every department
of the Cellophane Division. They will continue to
keep the machines in perfect condition so that
more and more cellophane can be produced.
George Sexton, the electrician and "sewing ma
chine mechanic” took his vacation to paint his
house. R. V. Pierce, our Maintenance Superintend
ent, also took his vacation but I have no report as
to where he went.
Clyde Whittington, D. L. Thorne, and Johnnie
Harris were among the lucky ones whose names
were drawn for the Pisgah game hunt. Good hunt
ing fellows!
We hear that "Budgie” Frease may run for
mayor of Brevard soon. That is about all that is
new this month so we’ll see you next month.
PLANNING SECTION
By Eleanor Haring and Dorris Reid
We, of the Planning Section at Cellophane,
thought some of you might be interested in what
we are accomplishing.
From the name of the department, you know
that our job is to plan. Dates are planned, picnics
are planned, and we all plan on our week-ends.
Besides all these things, we find time to process
orders, which in turn, keeps the slitting, sheeting,
and shipping areas operating.
Our department consists of our head planner,
Sam Kent, our little planner, Tom Watson, four
handsome characters, our glamorous shipping clerk,
and the working crew; the girls of the order de
partment.
Recently a labeling machine has been added to
our department. At first, it was just one great big
headache for everyone. When we were least ex
pecting it, the "Thing”, (And we do mean "THE
THING”) would blow up. Motors burned out,
springs broke, screws came loose, and a thousand
and one other little things happened, until the
Maintenance Foreman, Hank Bailey, had practic
ally a new machine made.
Some of us are Yankees, and others are Rebels,
but we make a pretty good team working togeth
er. The Civil War really ended when Dorris Reid
introduced to the Yankees, "Leeche Nuts,” other
wise known to the natives of Transylvania as
Chinquapins.
Seriously, Ecusta is a wonderful place to work;
as all the Planning Section agrees. We hope all of
the departments can get to know one another in
the near future.
Well I guess that’s enough chatter for this time,
see you next month.
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