The
M ILL
Issued Every Two Weeks By
and For the Employees
W HIS T LE
marshall' FIELD & COMPANY, INC,
Manufacturinjf Division, Spray,'North Carolina ■
V^olume Three
Monday, July 17, 1944
Number 1
Shown above are some of the men
responsible for the manufacture and
widespread sales of Karastan rugs.
They cover the country like a blanket
—or should we say like a carpet? They
are, from left to right: Virgil Hall,
Supt. of Karastan Mill; Morris Turner,
form.an of Finishing Dept.; Edd Beau
champ, salesman in Mid-West territory;
Harry Haig, salesman in New England
territory; Elwood Sedell, designer,
Karastan Mill; Bill Taylor, salesman in
East Central territory; Jack Raventos,
sales manager; Vic Snyder, salesman in
Chicago; Neal Finn, salesman in New
York; Berkley Reynolds, general as
sistant, Karastan Mill; J. M. Norman,
Jr., manager of Karastan Mill; Alex
Alexander, salesman in Southwest ter
ritory; Tom Corbett, salesman in New
York; Tom Fogle, salesman on the West
Coast.
V . . . —
“I’m not the most popular man in
college, but 1 love you.”
“Well, if you love me, introduce me
to the most popular man,”
V . . . —
No Absenteeism Here! To Fight Polio
He: “Will you have dinner with me
tonight?”
She: “Certainly.”
He: “Then tell your mother I’ll be
over early.”
In our last issue we printed an article
about the large number of our people
who have been absent from work. This
article is different, and one that we
hope every employee will read and
ponder.
On Thursday, June 29th, the taxi
which Mrs. Kate Ross and Miss Loui-se
Burnette usually ride to work in failed
to come for them. The two ladies knew
that inventory started the next day
and that it was important that bed
spreads must be sewn and the work
in the department finished up that day
so that inventory could be started
promptly. Their homes are seven
miles from the Finishing Mill, where
they are employed, but nothing daunt
ed, Mrs. Ross and Miss Burnette set
out on foot, determined that production
should not lag on their account.
For five miles they walked and with
two more miles to go they finally
caught a ride, reporting for work only
half an hour late.
We’re printing this because we want
you fellows in the battle lines to knew
that at least two women are sticking
to their jobs in the home front lines—
regardless of inconveniences.
V . . . —
Doctor: “Do you always limp?”
Patient: “No, only when I walk.”
Elsewhere in this paper is printed an
ordinance passed by the Rockingham
County Board of Health. Everyone is
urged to read carefully every word of
this ordinance for it may mean the life
of your child, or your neighbor’s child.
The dread disease that is now preva
lent in this state must be stopped be
fore it gets out of hand, and the only
way it can be stopped is by our whole
hearted cooperation with the county
authorities.
This disease, sometimes called infan
tile paralysis, is one of the very few
diseases about which little is known
of methods for combatting it. It is,
therefore, imperative that we follow
the instructions given us by our coun
ty authorities.
“Say Joe, I’m sorry about that dirty
trick I pulled on you the other day.”
“Howzat?”
“That ring I sold you was phoney.”
“It’s O.K. I paid you with money
I snitched out of your vest pocket.”
“Why, you lousy rat, that was coun
terfeit.”
Many a romance begun beside a
splashing waterfall at a summer re
sort has ended beside a leaky water
faucet in a kitchen sink.