/ 1, 1943
THE MILL WHISTLE
Three
The
^BLASTS
rom Draper Office
|:aret Powell—Selma Stone
of the members of our office
jj.' “craziest dream” the other
; seems that Henry Burrus was
o give this certain person all
. his tires because he was afraid
-ody was going to steal them.
Volumgt’s a dream worth dreaming!
,vay, do you believe in dreams,
Mr
_ ■ Ramel slipped off for a few days
^*eek to join the Navy in Florida.
Luthwas so elated over taking such
•■of the Rong trip that we sure hope she
shall FiWonderful time. No, she didn’t
ceptionJoin the WAVES, but we are
tativeshe is a faithful member of the.
togeth'S! And has gobs of love for the
of thV!
was iother one of our office girls, Vir-
bert I Giles, took a hurried trip to
honcrington, D. C., today. How about
the ilg F.D.R. our regards, Virginia?
sale Iry Adkins Gassaway! (Whew, but
day, Ja^as hard to write), has a new
Yorker composed during her recent
Sincet Leaksville hospital;
Mr. Fo.^^ j lay me down to sleep,
of the )3ag of peanuts at my feet;
Merchaij should die before I wake.
Cotton Ohll know I had the tummy-ache!
ing a cihding, Mary, we do wish for
of merclgi-y speedy recovery, and hope
turing Cj back where you belong in an-
V . . . —eek or so.
Trotter our thoughts are somewhat of
For Ait '^^fore, we give you one of
us creations of Stonespeare:
Gulfv'ihrs sleep in little bear skins,
ter, Jif >'„o 'I’ve been told;
C., has tried sleeping in my little bear
at this skin,
trainingd I caught an awful cold!
mechani Harkey, who is one of our of-
course aroll, leaves Saturday for Camp
Academy. C. This is not John’s first
Upon 1 be called, and we feel sure
this cents to get in there and help win
second mr so that we all may settle
the offence more to the quiet, peaceful
Beach, .;e of America! We wish you
V . . . -ohn, and hope you’ll soon be
PROM'fh us for good.
Wool '
picker 1
ing depg Qiver of gifts give unto you,
picker f^ich is good and that which is
partmen\je-
stripper to help and the courage to do,
partment, that can sing the whole day
carrier tOgugh;
Bedspre,j. whether the skies are grey
sweeper ^lue,
partment. Qjver of gifts give these to
sweeper
V • • • ~ —By a Sailor.
Today’s
starting p
A GIFT
TOOTS
From the General Office
By Howard Sheffield
Davis Petty has a very unique and
original way of expressing himself
when explaining something. I thought
he was good in the expression he used
about your correspondent while talk
ing about this column to a mutual
friend of ours. Davis said; “It was
hard to get Howard to start writing
this column, but it is going to be hard
er to stop him—he is like the little pig
the farmer was trying to teach to eat
out of a slop bucket, the farmer had
to pull his ears off to get him to begin
eating, and pull his tail off to get him
to stop.” Your “Little Pig” corres
pondent finds that someone has him
by the tail and is pulling his head out
of this news bucket.
That far-away, dreamy look in Hazel
“Kitten” Chandler’s eyes was explain
ed last week when the announcement
was made that she is to become Mrs.
Archibald Gwynn early, in February
and goes to Mississippi to live. All
good wishes to Archie and you, Kit
ten, and don’t forget to visit us when
you have a furlough.
Welcome to Lufcile Booker, who is
replacing Hazel in the Personnel de
partment. Florence Pittendreigh is
also working in the Personnel.
As I said in the last issue (when I
was so rudely interrupted) we all think
that Claudine Krantz and Annie
Baughn will bear watching. They both
received new times pieces as Christ-
’ mas gifts and we all know that the
next move will be Diamond Rings. Then
that ringing noise in your head which
turns out to be wedding bells.
My apologies to Mabel Smith; Your
dinner party was also cut in the last
issue (I didn’t picture it any more
than you described it to me). I’ll not
try to get it in at this late date for
fear of being accused, by someone, ot
keeping a Diary.
We all wish to offer Mildred Heiner
some good advice. When attempting
to sleep on a table in your bedroom,
first remove the lamp so that you will
not be too crowded—sleep will come
much quicker—then too, there will be
no danger of breaking the lamp—re
member there is a priority on all elec
trical fixtures. They can’t be replaced
unless you have an A-1 rating. Have
you?
Marshall Cheek has resigned his job
to join the fighting forces. Marshall
joined the Marines where he can get
the most action. We are all pulling
for you, Marshall, and expecting to
hear great things from you.
Oscar Simmons has joined the Gen
eral Office force. He will take over the
CENSOR READS
THE WHISTLE!
Several boys, also their parents,
have written us that they failed to
receive the January 4th issue of
The Mill WhisOe. We are sorry,
but in our infinite innocence we
printed the name and full address
of a man in service overseas. The
censor in Washington caught it and
that may explain why the paper
did not go to boys overseas.
In the future we will print
names of boys overseas but the
only address we can give is his
A.S.N. and A.P.O. numbers, which
the censor assures us is sufficient.
Nor can we at any time couple the
name of a sailor with his ship. We
trust this explanation will suffice
and that you will forgive our
blunder.
duties Marshall Cheek performed.
Elizabeth Lamar is again tired of
working. She has resigned her posi
tion as secretary to Mr. Powell.
Marguerite Jamerson Bendigo has ac
cepted a position in the Service De
partment. Marguerite says that it is no
fun loafing without her husband. We
all welcome you back to the General
Office.
JUST IMAGINE; . . Earl Brown
needing a shave and his pants all
baggy . . . Irene Boone with her hair
touseled and the seams of her stockings
awry . . . Davis Petty without a mus
tache . . . Earl Walker doing his Sat
urday night shopping in Leaksville in
stead of Martinsville . . . Messrs' Camp
bell, Powell, and Golden at their desks
at eight o’clock in the morning.
V . . . —
It’s just when things seem at their
worst that you mustn’t quit.
V . . . —
What we need now is not only op
timism but also hop-to-it-ism.
Cecil Howell: This
sailor boy seems
to like us, at least
he would like to
have his Mill Whis
tle sent by air mail.
Only wish we could
do it, sailor. Cecil
sent us some poems,
written by himself
and a shipmate,
one of which is be
ing printed in this
issue. His address
is one the censor will not permit us to
print, as the name of a sailor cannot
be linked with 'his ship in print. So if
you want to write Cecil we’ll gladly
furnish his address,