He throttled to full power and then dropped the flag, firing off into space with his arms outstretched like Superman. He was nowhere in sight when, half an hour later, I went out to get the mail. Like bills aren't distasteful enough, they have to stuff junk mail in there with them. I get back at them. I put garbage in with my check when I mail it in.
Coffee grinds, banana peels . . .
One morning a serious railroad accident delayed the passenger trains and shunted freight trains onto the sidings, unable to move in either direction. Scott could not be located, so Carnegie plunged into the breach - knowing what had to be done, but also aware that an error could cost him his job and perhaps criminal prosecution. He signed Scotts name to the orders and got the trains moving with no mishaps. When Scott arrived at the office, Carnegie told him what had happened. Scott carefully looked over everything that the boy had done, and said nothing.