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every attention to the ladies, and answerDENISON, Tex., April 8, 1903. ing thousands of questions without a murEDITOR JOURNAL: Before the JOURNAL

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

rolls your way, for it is useless to describe
to you the rich reward you will reap.
“Who can hold a fire in his hand,

By thinking on the frosty Caucasus,
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite

By bare imagination of a feast?" The meeting of March 5, 6 and 7 is now a thing of the past, except in the memories of those who attended, but in their hearts and minds it will ever live and reign associated with the thoughts of kindness, courtesy and generosity from our Brothers of Divs. 366 and 139, and from the M., K. & T., who made our trip so comfortable and pleasant. C. C. HOTCHKISS,

J. W. CORN, Com.

Evidence of Cordial Relations,

the air brakes and holding the train back, but the delay only served to whet the appetite, for

“'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.” From the moment that we reached the loveliest city in Texas we knew that we were welcome, and each one thought in his heart that there never was a more beautiful and pleasant town.

We need not take up the events of that day, as an adept is needed to tell in detail of the delightful reception given us by the most beautiful women we have ever met. (Gentlemen, you will understand the situation when we say that the ladies of Denison are alone excepted. We are most of us married. We prefer not to find the doors locked and the stove cold when we get in from our next trip.)

It would require an artist to dwell upon the complimentary excursion to Galveston, that beautiful island city whose history is so checkered with sunshine and shadow, with smiles and tears; a philosopher to speak of its beauties and its tragedy, and teach us the lessons that have been written upon the clouds, upon the sea, and upon the sands of the shore as upon a scroll.

To Divs. 366 and 139 we desire to say, that we shall ever hold in grateful memory your kindness to us, and besides, express our appreciation of the honor shown our Chief, R. W. Mays, who, on account of his great beauty and god-like physique, was given the post of honor by the side of the Grand Chief.

Words fail us in describing the banquet served, which was too good for any but angels, or very honest nren, We think that Divs. 366 and 139 must have taken our advice and asked a great deal of aid from the ladies, judging from the results attained, For their bounty, there was no Winter in it." "A Summer 'twas which grew the more with

reaping." Oh! When shall we have such another delightful meeting? “What next repast shall feast us, light and choice of Attic taste?'

My Brothers who were absent from this meeting, do not, we beg, again miss the golden ball of opportunity wher next it

ALTOONA, Wis., March 8, 1903. EDITOR JOURNAL: I send you today, under separate cover, a group photo of the General Committee of Adjustment, C., St. P., M. & O. Ry. (which will be seen on page 304.) This committee met with the general officers on Feb. 24, 1903, at 10:30 A. M., and after less than five hours discussion adjusted a new wage schedule, effective March 1, an entirely satisfactory increase being allowed for all classes of engines, and for all service. We think we have broken the record for rapid work in making a new schedule. But this I consider an easy matter where there is perfect harmony among the members of the committee and confidence between the committee and the general officers of the railway company.

The Chairmen, Brother Hall and Brother Fitzgerald have been members of this general committee for the past eighteen years, Brother Perry for eight years, and Brothers Sharpless and Hammer for three years, Brother Hall has also been Chief of his Division, 241, for 12 years. Brother Fitzgerald served as chairman of our general board for fifteen years and retired from the position voluntarily. He has also filled the office of Secretary of Insurance for his Division, 369, for over

fifteen years. Brother Hammer is the S. A. E. for his Division, 82, and Brother Perry First Engineer of Div. 82.

ONE OF THE COMMITTEE.

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SOUTH BALTIMORE, MD., March 15, 1903. EDITOR JOURNAL: I inclose you picture of Bro. J. Hardy, member of Div. 97, who was given a surprise party on February 23, (it being his 67th birthday) by his family and the members of Div. 97, B. of L. E. and members of Div. 172, Auxiliary to the B. of L. E., which was enjoyed very much by everyone. Brother Hardy was so surprised that he could not speak for some time, but finally succeeded in convincing all present how much he appreciated the token of respect.

of Hell wouldn't have been an inappropriate one if placed over the door of John Stott's mess-house, where Uncle Sam's hired men were fed in Chattanooga during the military occupancy. Certainly, they who entered there left behind them much of their sense of decency and of the usages of civilized life. Stott was a thrifty fellow, and withal not a bad man. He had been an army sutler, and seeing an opportunity to make some money with less risk and hardship than following the ever-shifting camps, he embraced it. The government 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 big cooking range added to the general gloom.

Into this cavern a hundred or two of us plunged at meal-time, and the scenes that followed might be depicted by Dante, but not by me. It was Hell's kitchen, and no mistake. The uniform of the waiters was a shirt that had probably been washed before the war, with pants to match held up by one suspender. I vividly remember the pose of one of these slumgullions as he handed in the food with one hand while the other was kept busy fighting parasites, which always abounded. We were always finding something in our food that we hadn't paid for. Providentially, the dark

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RECOLLECTIONS OF A RETIRED ENGINEER.

“Who enters here leaves hope behind." Dante's fanciful inscription over the gates

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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

men,

ness of the place concealed many foreign 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 hotel 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 accu. mulation 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 perhaps two thousand or more people. The stage, boxes and entrance were next the

sidewalk. The earth in its natural forma- “general joy" and towards keeping a red tion was the floor. The hillside was ter- bloom on the town. But it is satisfactory raced, and rough board seats were an- to know that everything was paid for and chored to stakes driven in the ground. that I got the worth of my money. One There wasn't a dressed or painted board in of my pleasantest memories is that of my the building

sojourn in the little Southern town beside Before the work of construction was the winding river, under the shadow of the complete the “company" came down great mountain.

D. J. BROWN. from Chicago. We had a grand opening night. I hired a box and gave a theater

The Labor Question the Problem of Civ. party to my friends, the only time I was

ilization. ever guilty of such an extravagance. What the play was I never knew. I don't think

LITTLE ROCK, ARK., April 3, 1903. anyone did, not even the actors. The play EDITOR JOURNAL: The labor question, at any time there was only a prelude. or what is known as such, is a problem of The music and dancing and the high kick- much more importance in its relation to ing—these were what brought joy to our the well-being of society and in advancing hearts. The stage and boxes were pretty civilization than is generally supposed. well lighted, but away up the hill the We are too apt when speaking of the audience was scarcely visible in the gloom. labor element to include only those who Three or four squads of soldiers marched live by manual labor, while a truer definiabout keeping order. There was a great tion would include the entire producing deal of enthusiasm, and some of it had to classes, whether of brain or brawn, and be suppressed so that the play could pro- whether engaged in changing organic ceed.

matter into some useful form or in admin. The reader may conclude from this de- istering to the many demands of our comscription of the house and performance plex state of society. Man cannot live by that the actors were not of a very high bread alone. He requires services that are grade of morality. Consistency forbids not only necessary to amusements, recreacomment by me. Assuming that the tions and his general well being, but in members of the company never spoke addition, satisfy his moral and religious disparagingly of their patrons, charity nature as well. And those producing these should beget charity. The only comment satisfying conditions, are as truly laborers I can make in this connection is to use the as those occupied in manual labor, and oft-repeated assertion of Widow Bedott: the interest of all classes of labor are mu“We are all poor critters."

tual and interdependent to a large extent, When I think of my environment at that but persons engaged in occupations known time, and consider that after being sub- as the professions have not generally jected to the restraints of military disci- recognized these facts. pline for more than three years, and What is known as good times consist in thrown into such associations in a commu- the fact that everyone who wishes to work nity where civil law was dead and where is engaged in remunerative employment, military law allowed almost any license and is simply an exchange of service one short of capital crime, I wonder to find to the other, and the whole superstructure myself now in possession of my faculties rests on the prosperity of the farmer, and outside of jail or infirmary.

miner and laborer; these form the base of I spent about ten of the thirteen months the pyramid, and when these are profitably of my military railroad service in Chatta- engaged in production all classes above nooga, or at least with headquarters there. them feel the good effects; hence the My earnings during that time were consid- question of wages is something that conerable, yet I carried away with me little cerns the state as an institution of society, besides my last two months' pay. The and therefore, the labor organization which remainder had been contributed to the is endeavoring to maintain or create a liv.

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