We'us running 60's and 30's and 40's. One time—Joe Neel would buy
Coca-Colas and set them in the windows up stairs— and one day John Smith
came out there with a ball of warp rolled up, and he said, "You see that
Coke up yonder, I'm going to hit it and knock it out and you catch it."
I was standing there and he throwed that ball and busted the window
light out and hit Joe Neel right back of the head with that ball of
waste. Here come Joe down there and I was sitting there on the platform
and Joe said, "Did you ever see this?" I said, "Let me see what number
yarn it is—that's 60's 2 ply." He said, "That ain't what I said. You
seen it when it went through that window up
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there and hit me in back of the head." I said, "Yeah, I did." About that
time John come out the door laughing—one of those big laughs he puts
on—Joe told him, "That's all right you ‘cotton-head’ so-and-so, you
needn't laugh, it's going to cost you a dollar and a half for that
windowlight and 50¢ for putting it in. Sure enough, when payday came
they charged him for that window light.
We used to doff frames and tote the yarn up the steps instead of going to
the elevator. Mr. Jordan came in there one time when I had started up
the steps with a box of yarn on my shoulder. He says, "What're you
doin'" I said, "Carrying this yarn upstairs." He said, "set it down and
put it on a box and roll it down to the elevator and take it up with the
elevator." I took that box to the elevator, but the next one I took it
up the steps.
When they brought those last frames from up north and put them in,
Tisdale went to Apple's Tin Shop and had twelve small pans made and
twelve big pans made to put up under the head to catch the oil. Tisdale
had me putting them down when Mr. Jordan came by. He says, "What you
doin'" I said, "puttin' these pans down here to catch this oil." He told
me to not put another one down and to go get Tisdale. I went down to the
office and I told him, "Tisdale, Mr. Jordan wants to see you out yonder
in the spinning room right now!" He come out there and Mr. JOrdan told
him, "Tisdale, where is your oiler at?" Tisdale said to me, "Doc,
where's the oiler at?" I said, "There he is over yonder." Tisdale said,
"Go get him." So I went and brought him over there and Mr. Jordan took
the oil can and says, "Now look, you see this hole right there, one drop
of oil in that one hole there would do a whole lot more good than all
that oil that's running downstairs on them warps. From now on, you put
one or two drops in them holes. Doc,
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pans." He turned around to Tisdale and said, "Tisdale, you take these
pans back to Apple's Tin Shop and tell them we don't need them." Tisdale
said, "Can I send them up there Mr. Jordan?" Jordan says, "No, you take
them up there yourself." So Tisdale had me to put them in his car and he
took them.
Another time Tisdale went up to his house and got a turkey tail and put
it on a long reed pole and gave it to Rob Collins. Rob was fanning it
down—fanning lint every which a way. Jordan came in and seen Rob and ask
him, "Rob, what're you doing." He said, "M-M-Mr. Tisdale told me to
brush down with this turkey tail." Mr. Jordan said, "You take that
turkey tail off that pole and take it down to Tisdale and tell him to
take it back home. We don't need no turkey tail down here. There's
enough slubs running in this yarn without fanning lint off the top the
building down on it." Tisdale took the turkey tail and lit out to the
house. At times I would go down there and try to explain things to
Tisdale—he'd be sitting there writing and didn't look like he'd be
paying a bit more attention to me—sitting there writing.
He was having me to put two ounces and two tenths of yarn to the bobbin
of 60's. I took ten empty bobbins and laid them on the scales, then take
full bobbins and lay them on the scales. One day I asked him, "Tisdale,
let's make this a little interesting, will you allow me one-half of
three ounces each way on building these bobbins? If it's over 3 ounces
I'll buy you a Coca-Cola, and if it's just 2 ounces you buy me a
Coca-Cola." He says, "That's a deal." I went up to building
bobbins—putting yarn on the bobbins and would bring them down for him to
weigh them. He said, "Here, go get you a Coca-Cola." I drank so many
Coca-Colas off of Tisdale I didn't know what to do.
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Mr. Jordan came down one day, walking along picking up bolts, and taps
and things off the floor. He said, "There ain't no telling how much
money's been throwed away—bolts, etc just swept out the door into the
trash can." I said, "You're right Mr. Jordan."
He'd call me into the office every once in a while and talk to me about
the mill down there.
When Lingerfelt died he gave me the keys to his car and told me to take
Mrs. Lingerfelt and them to Gastonia. He gave me $5 to buy oil. That old
Dodge really drank the oil. I carried them up there and came back.
Then one time, when Ida Williams died, it had started snowing and Mrs.
Jordan wanted me to take the pall bearers up to the funeral. I had the
pall bearers in her car and a woman from Albany, N. Y. ran into me—or
skidded into me. Later I was telling Mr. Jordan what happened and Mrs.
Jordan came running in saying, "What did you say?" I told her that a
woman had skidded into me and tore up the left front fender. "How bad?"
she said. Mr. Jordan said, "That's all right we got insurance on it." So
that was the last I heard of it . . . the old oil burning Dodge—he got
rid of it.
He was a good fellow. I had an awful habit of borrowing money—I could
walk up to him anytime—I was setting in front of the barber shop when he
came out of the house. I told him I wanted to talk to him. He said, "All
right, Plumber, come on." I said, "I want to borrow $50." "Alice, come
in here and give the Plumber $50. How do you want to pay it back." I
told him I would give it back to him payday. He said, "Oh no, a dollar a
week will be all right."