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Issued Every Two Weeks By
and For the Employees
WHISTLE
MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY, INC,
Manufacturing Division, Spray, North Carolina
Volume Two
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Monday, June 19, 1944
Number 25
Suppose there were no tomorrow—
Suppose there were no tomorrow? . . . Think about
it for just a minute ... No tomorrow for you, or your
kid sister at home—or the brother who left for the
Army yesterday. Did you ever think that we, who have
had so few yesterdays, may have no tomorrows?
It has happened, you know. To Jack Meldman, and
Bob Ernest—and fifteen others who sat in our classes
just last term ...
They will have no tomorrow. They died before they
ever had a try at living ... so that we might have our
chance.
There are millions who were asked to give up more
than a double feature at the Earle ... or a spiffy, new
pair of pumps for next week’s formal. A soda is a
pretty insignificant sacrifice, when you think of—
The kids in Russia, who live on a few ounces of
cereal a day. They’ve never seen ar^jice cream soda.
The Polish boys and girls, who would be in school
right now, just as we are ... if there were any schools
left.
The French youths who’ve never had a hamburger
on a date—or any other time, for that matter. They are
old, very old . . . older than you and I will ever be . . .
There are millions of them ... in Norway . . .
Holland . . . Denmark . . . Belgium . . . They would
stare in amazement if they could be here to see—
A jalopy painted bright yellow. “The Tin You
Love to Touch’’ printed in big, green letters on the back.
A high school senior, uncomfortable in his 'first
tuxedo . . . calling for his date, looking nervous.
Millions of things that we take for granted . . .
“Hey, Maestro! Play ‘Stardust’!’’
. . . There is such a feeling of permanency in our
tight little world. We’ll go to school with the gang,
today . . . and tomorrow . . .
But, what if there were no tomorrow? There’s only
one way to be sure, you know—
Buy War Bonds . . . That’s a simple little phrase.
It’s the American way of saying what we mean in a few
direct words. Buy War Bonds.
Yes—you and everybody must buy War Bonds.
We’ve got to buy more and more, and more of ’em. Just
get the idea into your head that your $18.75 might—just
might end the war one-fifth of one second sooner. That
maybe, in that one-fifth of a second, the boy next door
could be on the receiving end of a bullet . . . Then you’ll
know it’s worth it!
We’ve got to keep on plugging, saving, convincing.
Giving our pin money . . .
Tell everybody—sell everybody! We can’t take no
for an answer . . . tomorrow — and tomorrow — and
tomorrow.
LeC’s JU KEEP BACKING THE ATTACK!