March 15, 1943
THE MILL WHISTLE
Seven
RIGHT OFF THE FLOOR
NEWS OF OUR NEW YORK OFFICE
By A. S. Kramer
Karastan, 259 Fifth Avenue Domestic, 82 Worth Street
Kramer Baby: Mr. and Mrs. A. S.
Kramer have every reason to be proud
of beautiful little Nancy, eleven months
old, as can clearly be seen in this
photo. Mr. Kramer (Right Off the
F|oor)‘ has difficulty concealing his
paternal pride when speaking of Nancy.
And why not?
Jesse E f f r o n .p -
Worth Street sal
utes Jesse Effron,4
ex of Sales-Statis-^
tics. He has zipped p
through the ranksp
like a ball of fire.p
Entering in May,^-
1941, as a private,;;
he is now second|
lieutenant and an^
armament Officer |
in charge of plane^
guns and armament.s
His duties a n ds
training have sent
him coursing around so that Jesse has
beeir transferred from Florida to Colo
rado, to Florida, to Texas, and now
back again to Colorado. Next is a long
leave, and then???
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Three Days That Shook The World
When your correspondent returned
from his visit to the mills, battered and
heavy-lidded from a night’s slamming-
around in a Southern Line upper, he
found Worth Street in an uproar. Cigars
and candy were being passed around
like mad and buzzing conversational
groups cluttered the floor.
It seems an acute wave of Stork-itis
hit the gang on February 24th, 25th
and 26th, leaving three brand new tax
exemptions. Chris Henry’s wife suc
cumbed first, presenting him with 7 lbs;
4ozs. of gurgling feminity, later christ
ened Pamela Shaw Henry. Next day,
February 25th, Mrs. J. S. Gillis (wife
of Sammy Gillis, recently in Credits
and Collections upstairs, now in war
work with Sperry Gyroscope) intro
duced J. S. Gillis, Jr., who weighed in
at 9 lbs. 10 ozs.! On the 26th, Mrs. C.
E. Moulton gave birth to Barbara Jean
Moulton, 7 lbs. 3 ozs., and Ed forgot his
allocations.
All fathers, mothers and children are
doing well. When last seen the stork
was juggling a bundle perilously near
the house of Dorothy (Bisenius) Clapp,
' ex-secretary to Mr. Grunau.
Betty McEnerney’s handsome brother,
Sgt. Danny McEnerney, was married on
■February 16th to Miss Catherine Mor
rissey, at the Church of the Immaculate
Conception in Astoria. The bride was
charming in Aqua, and our Betty made
an equally lovely maid of honor in
Dusty Rose. Sgt. Dan then whisked his
bride away for a brief honeymoon at
Bear Mt. Lodge.
Don Richardson, ex-Worth Street
sample -room commando, writes in a
swell letter that he’s now in Hoffman,
North Carolina. His official address:
Sgt. D. Richardson, 32398498 152 A/B
A.A.B.’N” 11th Division (Ain-Borne)
A.P.O. 468, U.S. Army Camp, Hoffman,
N. C.
Don made corporal in five weeks,
was busted to private again lor over
staying a leave, and now has a rating
again. The boys and girls at Worth
Street are answering Don in a lengthy
chain letter so that he will have per
sonal news from each of us.
Is It Better To Eat Or Drink?
In Martinsville recently, Mr. J. H.
Ripple treated your correspondent to a
T-bone steak, the like of which hasn’t
been seen here in many a ration period..
But immediately following this we saw
a pitiful sight. Behind some glass
bricks was a state liquor control store,
where a mean-spirited man dispensed
alcohol to native Virginians only. A
month’s coupon would barely generate
a mild glow.' While in North Carolina,
people were actually drinking -water!
In New York good meat is a memory,
and creamed, chipped, minced or other
wise disguised horrors appear on every
(Continued on Page Eight)
Randolph John-
; son. “Wig”, in 45
• minutes of censored
and unprintable
■ description, says
' that Randy is now
: going to Officers’
■Training Schbol in
: o r d e r to be a
IW A A C , although.
I in his opinion,
f Randy always
Iwas wacky. Actual-
; ly, Randy is attend-
iing Officers’ Train
ing School in Camp
Lee, Va. (Lt. J. O. Thomas is also
there)'. If he works with his usual
vigor, Randy will emerge from the war
as a general, as well as a millionaire.
Here’s Randy’s latest photo, flicked
from his platinum-haired correspon
dent.
V . . . —
'Two Gim Reventos
Two Gun Reventos (may his sales in
crease!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream
of peace.
And saw, within the moonlight in his
room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Raventos
bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
“What writest thou”?—The vision rais
ed its head.
And, with a look whose sternness seem
ed to bore.
Answered, “The names of those who
help the war”.
“And is mine one?” said Two Gun.
“Nay, not so”,
Replied the angel. Two Gun spoke more
low,
But cheerily still; and said, “I tell thee,
sprite,
At home we Sheriffs train to fight”!
The angel wrote, and vanished. The
next night
It came again, with a great awakening
light.
And showed these men whose arms
were most complete **
And lo—Two Gun’s had the rest all
beat!
* Apologies to Leigh Hunt.
One police special revolver.
One Lueger pistol.
Two holsters.
Two cartridge belts (different size
cartridges for each pistol).
One extra size flashlight (with
red, white and green lights).
One leather flashlight holder.
One white steel helmet with sten
ciled lettering.
One metal badge.
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