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rose gloriously to the occasion, showing

every attention to the ladies, and answerDENISON, Tex., April 8, 1903. ing thousands of questions without a murEDITOR JOURNAL: Before the JOURNAL mur. It seemed to us that the brakemen goes to press, Div. 177 wants to put in a swung their lanterns more gracefully than word about the now famous union meeting usual, but we all felt sorry for the poor at Houston. We want to get on record as engineers, who would rather have lost stating that this was an all-around howling their wedding rings, their oil cans, or success from the time we got on the deco- their nerve than to have lost this golden rated car, so kindly furnished by the''Katy' opportunity of having such a delightful at Denison, straight through to the grand trip with the soft-voiced women of the finale, after which a tired lot of engineers South and the flower of Southern chivalry. pulled over the hill towards home.

But we cannot eat our cake and keep it,

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SPECIAL CAR FOR HOUSTON.-M., K. & T. RY. In the first place, we had the swellest too, and their names will appear on the paycrowd of nice, jolly folks that ever at- roll for days when we will “not be in it," tended a camp meeting, composed of Bros. besides being enrolled on the tablets of the C C. Hotchkiss and wife, L. Metcalf and Most High for their noble sacrifice of self wife, John Crotty and wife, E. Wilson and in the cause of their Brothers. The porter wife, Bro. Preston and wife, John Smart treated us as though we had each handed and wife, Ed Bevins and wife, W. C. him a dollar, and the section men strewed Thompson and wife, J. W. Corn and wife, feathers along the track so that we should W. D. Oland and wife, R. W. Mays, James not be disturbed in our delicious dayBruce, H. K. Briggs and wife, Mrs. Galiger, dreams, but could read our papers or make Finley and Charley Fletcher, John Curry, love to our sweethearts with all the grace Bro. Dowd, A. V. Jillings, Chas. Duncan in the world. and wife, Mrs. W. H. Murphy, D. T. Reece, We reached Houston a little late on acand Mrs. Chas. Cook. Even the conductors count of the laughter on board applying



the air brakes and holding the train back, rolls your way, for it is useless to describe but the delay only served to whet the to you the rich reward you will reap. appetite, for

“Who can hold a fire in his hand, " 'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear."

By thinking on the frosty Caucasus,

Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite From the moment that we reached the

By bare imagination of a feast?" loveliest city in Texas we knew that we

The meeting of March 5, 6 and 7 is now were welcome, and each one thought in

a thing of the past, except in the memories his heart that there never was a more of those who attended, but in their hearts beautiful and pleasant town.

and minds it will ever live and reign We need not take up the events of that

associated with the thoughts of kindness, day, as an adept is needed to tell in detail

courtesy and generosity from our Brothers of the delightful reception given us by the

of Divs. 366 and 139, and from the M., K. most beautiful women we have ever met.

& T., who made our trip so comfortable (Gentlemen, you will understand the situ

and pleasant. C. C. HOTCHKISS, ation when we say that the ladies of Den

J. W. CORN, Com. ison are alone excepted. We are most of us married. We prefer not to find the

Evidence of Cordial Relations. doors locked and the stove cold when we get in from our next trip.)

ALTOONA, Wis., March 8, 1903. It would require an artist to dwell upon EDITOR JOURNAL: I send you today, the complimentary excursion to Galveston, under separate cover, a group photo of the that beautiful island city whose history is General Committee of Adjustment, C., St. so checkered with sunshine and shadow, P., M. & 0. Ry. (which will be seen on with smiles and tears; a philosopher to page 304.) This committee met with the speak of its beauties and its tragedy, and general officers on Feb. 24, 1903, at 10:30 teach us the lessons that have been written A. M., and after less than five hours disupon the clouds, upon the sea,


upon cussion adjusted a new wage schedule, the sands of the shore as upon a scroll. effective March 1, an entirely satisfactory

To Divs. 366 and 139 we desire to say, increase being allowed for all classes of that we shall ever hold in grateful memory engines, and for all service. We think we your kindness to us, and besides, express have broken the record for rapid work in our appreciation of the honor shown our making a new schedule. But this I conChief, R. W. Mays, who, on account of his sider an easy matter where there is pergreat beauty and god-like physique, was fect harmony among the members of the given the post of honor by the side of the committee and confidence between the Grand Chief.

committee and the general officers of the Words fail us in describing the banquet railway company. served, which was too good for any but The Chairmen, Brother Hall and Brother angels, or very honest nren. We think

Fitzgerald have been members of this genthat Divs. 366 and 139 must have taken eral committee for the past eighteen years, our advice and asked a great deal of aid Brother Perry for eight years, and Brothfrom the ladies, judging from the results ers Sharpless and Hammer for three years, attained,

Brother Hall has also been Chief of his "For their bounty, there was no Winter in it." Division, 241, for 12 years. Brother Fitz"A Summer 'twas which grew the more with gerald served as chairman of our general reaping."

board for fifteen years and retired from Oh! When shall we have such another the position voluntarily. He has also filled delightful meeting ? “What next repast the office of Secretary of Insurance for his shall feast us, light and choice of Attic Division, 369, for over taste?”

Brother Hammer is the S. A. E. for his My Brothers who were absent from this Division, 82, and Brother Perry First Enmeeting, do not, we beg, again miss the gineer of Div. 82. golden ball of opportunity wher next it



fifteen years.

Fifty Years with the B. & 0. Ry. of Hell wouldn't have been an inappro

priate one if placed over the door of John SOUTH BALTIMORE, MD., March 15, 1903. EDITOR JOURNAL: I inclose you picture

Stott's mess-house, where Uncle Sam's of Bro. J. Hardy, member of Div. 97, who

hired men were fed in Chattanooga during was given a surprise party on February 23,

the military occupancy. Certainly, they (it being his 67th birthday) by his family

who entered there left behind them much and the members of Div. 97, B. of L. E.

of their sense of decency and of the usages and members of Div. 172, Auxiliary to the

of civilized life. Stott was a thrifty fellow, B. of L. E., which was enjoyed very much

and withal not a bad man. He had been by everyone. Brother Hardy was so sur

an army sutler, and seeing an opportunity prised that he could not speak for some

to make some money with less risk and time, but finally succeeded in convincing hardship than following the ever-shifting all present how much he appreciated the

camps, he embraced it. The government token of respect.

allowed the engineers and firemen two rations. One was drawn by the messhouse in Chattanooga, the other by the conductors of the trains, who carried with them a cook; so we were always sure of a meal wherever we might be:

By registering with Stott, he was enabled to draw one of these rations; and by paying him a small sum additional, we were enabled to get something to eat while in Chattanooga. The ration and cash payment should have fed us well, but Stott knew the war would not last always, and he aimed to make a little money before it closed. He opened his hostelry in the ruins of a stone building whose interior had been destroyed by fire. Ten or twelve feet of the walls remained in irregular heights, and these he had roofed; and when the tables and cooking stove were in he was ready for business. There were only two or three windows in the whole shebang, making the place as dark as a

cave, and the smoke and steam from the BRO. WM. HARDY, MEMBER OF DIV. 97. Brother Hardy has been in the B. & 0.

big cooking range added to the general service for over fifty years, and has been

gloom. running an engine for about forty years.

Into this cavern a hundred or two of us He has been very successful, and can out

plunged at meal-time, and the scenes that work half of the young men today. He

followed might be depicted by Dante, but is at present running the accommodation

not by me. It was Hell's kitchen, and no train between Baltimore and Frederick,

mistake. The uniform of the waiters was and we hope to have him with us for a

a shirt that had probably been washed long time yet. Yours fraternally,

before the war, with pants to match held C. W. MANTZ, F. A. E., Div. 97.

up by one suspender. I vividly remember

the pose of one of these slumgullions as he United States Military Railway.

handed in the food with one hand while

the other was kept busy fighting parasites, RECOLLECTIONS OF A RETIRED ENGINEER.

which always abounded. We were always “Who enters here leaves hope behind." finding something in our food that we Dante's fanciful inscription over the gates hadn't paid for. Providentially, the dark




But this arrangement or lack of arrangement made no end of trouble for the night dispatcher and call-man in hunting men for night service. So the quartermaster took possession of a large tobacco warehouse, and in this great building, had erected on its four sides, tiers of bunks twelve or fifteen high. In the center of the room were two large heating stoves, and high above the bunks at either end two locomotive headlights threw a flood of light over all. When this vast dormitory was fully loaded, and the sleepers got down to business, there was a concert composed of sample snores of the whole human race.

The bunks were numbered and on entering the building the lodger gave his name to the janitor who registered him and assigned him a bunk. This enabled the night call-man to readily find his


ness of the place concealed many foreigu objects, but some sharp-eyed guest would now and then discover a bug in his soup, or it would become painfully evident to us all that the beef that had been slaughtered in Chicago had been too long on the way, then there would be a riot. Hunks of meat, loaves of bread and sometimes dishes were hurled at the heads of the poor wait

Occasionally the waiters would fight back and the mix-up became serious. Then the gang would resolve itself into a posse comitatus and restore peace and order.

In my youth I had been taught never to find fault with my food. It was a standing order in my home, “Eat what is set before you." This training stood me in good stead in after life. I had often watched “Lazarus,” our company's cook in the army (so named by me because he looked moldy and as if he had just been dug up), stirring the beans over the fire under a mid-summer sun, while the perspiration trickled in a little stream from the end of his nose into the pot. Instead of finding fault, I just tried to believe that this little dash of human oil improved our standard dish, giving it a sort of nutty flavor or bouquet. So here in Stott's hotel I had an advantage over most of my comrades, who hadn't been broken in to eat maggoty bacon and wormy hardtack. While many raved and swore and went away with unsatisfied appetites, I took in the necessary supplies and then quickly banished all thought of what I had eaten with a pipeful of black tobacco.

For some time after the service was organized at Chattanooga no provision was made for housing the workmen. The only lotel in the town was the Crutchfield House, kept by Mrs. Anna Bishop, and this house was always fully occupied by transient guests. We slept in all sorts of places, the favorite resorts being the cabs of the locomotives which stood in the yard. Having slept much of the time for three years by the roadside, under cover of the great canopy, the accommodations to me were luxurious. I just unrolled my blanket in a quiet corner of the yard, got a stick of wood for a pillow, and slept--oh, how soundly and sweetly!

Life in Chattanooga, when off duty, was rather dull during the first few months of our stay. There was no public library, Carnegie's era of dispensation being yet a long way off. He was then like the rest of us eagerly accumulating. The only resort was the saloons and of these we were well provided for. Every available house from the railroad yard to the river bore that comforting legend,“ Wines, Liquors and Cigars.” But we tired of standing against a bar all day and longed for something else in the way of pastime. We couldn't drink all the time, and some of us didn't know how to gamble. In the midst of this monotonous existence, there came one day from Chicago a visitor of remarkable prescience. In looking over the town he saw at a glance what we needed to make us contented and happy. It was a theater. Forthwith he began accumulating lumber on a vacant lot on the main street. Carload followed carload until many not knowing the object of the accumulation supposed we were to have a lumber yard. The lots on the south side of the main street had an upward slope from the sidewalk of about one foot in six. On one of these lots our benefactor erected an immense shack, capable of covering per. haps two thousand or more people. The stage, boxes and entrance were next the


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sidewalk. The earth in its natural formation was the floor. The hillside was terraced, and rough board seats were anchored to stakes driven in the ground. There wasn't a dressed or painted board in the building

Before the work of construction was complete the company'

down from Chicago. We had a grand opening night. I hired a box and gave a theater party to my friends, the only time I was ever guilty of such an extravagance. What the play was I never knew. I don't think anyone did, not even the actors. at any time there was only a prelude. The music and dancing and the high kicking-these were what brought joy to our hearts. The stage and boxes were pretty well lighted, but away up the hill the audience was scarcely visible in the gloom. Three or four squads of soldiers marched about keeping order. There was a great deal of enthusiasm, and some of it had to be suppressed so that the play could proceed.

The reader may conclude from this description of the house and performance that the actors were not of a very high grade of morality. Consistency forbids comment by me. Assuming that the members of the company never spoke disparagingly of their patrons, charity should beget charity. The only comment I can make in this connection is to use the oft-repeated assertion of Widow Bedott: "We are all poor

critters." When I think of my environment at that time, and consider that after being subjected to the restraints of military discipline for more than three years, and thrown into such associations in a community where civil law was dead and where military law allowed almost any license short of capital crime, I wonder to find myself now in possession of my faculties and outside of jail or infirmary.

I spent about ten of the thirteen months of my military railroad service in Chattanooga, or at least with headquarters there. My earnings during that time were considerable, yet I carried away with me little besides my last two months' pay. The remainder had been contributed to the

LITTLE ROCK, ARK., April 3, 1903. EDITOR JOURNAL: The labor question, or what is known as such, is a problem of much more importance in its relation to the well-being of society and in advancing civilization than is generally supposed.

We are too apt when speaking of the labor element to include only those who live by manual labor, while a truer definition would include the entire producing classes, whether of brain or brawn, and whether engaged in changing organic matter into some useful form or in administering to the many demands of our complex state of society. Man cannot live by bread alone. He requires services that are not only necessary to amusements, recreations and his general well being, but in addition, satisfy his moral and religious nature as well. And those producing these satisfying conditions, are as truly laborers as those occupied in manual labor, and the interest of all classes of labor are mutual and interdependent to a large extent, but persons engaged in occupations known as the professions have not generally recognized these facts.

What is known as good times consist in the fact that everyone who wishes to work is engaged in remunerative employment, and is simply an exchange of service one to the other, and the whole superstructure rests on the prosperity of the farmer, miner and laborer; these form the base of the pyramid, and when these are profitably engaged in production all classes above them feel the good effects; hence the question of wages is something that concerns the state as an institution of society, and therefore, the labor organization which is endeavoring to maintain or create a liv.

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