I lied about my age to get this job and was asked to join the union the night I started. I worked inserting sheets of cardboard into a machine that applied wax for the making of milk cartons. The machine next to me banded the sheets together and was operated by an older guy named Kevin. Years later 1959 after I had been to Korea and finished college I met Kevin in a department store and he told me he was still working at the box and container factory. That blew me away because I didn't think anyone would do that kind of work for other than a short time. When I got back from Korea I received a modest check for a retroactive pay raise that the union had negotiated. That was my only experience with a union and later in my career I was not a fan or supporter of unions.