Linda Faye Owen celebrated her sixth birthday
on December 8. Linda’s dad is Arthur Otuen of
the Paper Division Storeroom.
Have You Moved?
If you have changed your home
address recently, check with the
Personnel Department and make
sure they have your correct ad
dress.
EVERETT P. MOFFITT RETIRES
Everett Franklin Moffitt of the Maintenance
Department retired on February 1, 1954. He was
eligible for retirement under the disability clause
in the Retirement Plan that is given to all em
ployees. Mr. Moffitt is also the first employee to
retire who was eligible for and has taken a three-
week-vacation.
A native of Horse Shoe, Mr. Moffitt has spent
all of his life in Western North Carolina and most
of it in Transylvania County. He was employed
on October 23, 1939, and worked in the Carpenter
Shop from that time until his retirement.
"THANKS TO MY HORN”
Not infrequently one hears complaints about
the impatient motorist who blows his horn in al
most all and any delay, be it momentary or more
prolonged. Of interest is the poetry below which
is the facetious confession of someone who prob
ably never uses his horn. However he has taken
this novel way of trying to help shame the tooters
into some sort of reasonable restraint of their im
patience.
I cannot drive a car so good,
But I can blow the horn!
Don’t know the engine from the hood,
But always find the horn.
When at a stop street I arrive,
I blow the horn and go on through;
Turn left from right lanes, still survive,
Because my horn I loudly blew,
That trusty horn!
In other walks of life I never
Blow my horn.
I’m courteous and thoughtful ever;
No raucous horn.
But when I get beneath the wheel.
Though street be crowded, rough or level,
I can’t resist that power feel.
And change from haloed saint to devil
With a horn.
The instant that the light turns green
I blow the horn.
And if pedestrians intervene.
Give them the horn.
If someone gets boxed in a hole
I blow my horn and zoom on past
Him, thinking only of my goal.
Me first and all the others last.
Thanks to my horn!
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