Yes, there were. Sometimes when they had the first shift, they'd go in
early and start up. And then, after, in the later years, when they put
pick clocks on, there was people that would get them a key to that clock
and they would turn them things. I know for a time I filled
magazines—when I first went back to work, you know, so that I could kind
of get on to the weaving again—and there was one fella, he said, "I like
you, Pauline." I said, "Well why?" And he said, "Well, you tend to your
own business. They's some of them that'd tell on me for turning the pick
clock." And I said, "Well, I'll tell you what. You're a sinner and I'm a
Christian. You're going to have to give an account of the life you lived
and I am, too. What you do, that's between you and the Lord. I'm not
bothering your business." But he would. He'd just talk to you filling
magazines or batteries and he'd turn them clocks, and he made more than
any of them around there. But he got saved before he died. He died with
cancer. And I'd talk to him about his soul and he'd listen to me, but he
wouldn't let a lot of people talk to him. If he didn't have confidence
in their life, he'd just cut them off.