Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1903-09-18
NEARING COMPLETION.


The roundhouse is rapidly approach
ing completion. All the walls are built,
and only five of the iron columns re-
main to be placed. The timbers are all
in position and about one-half of the
roof has been planked. Fourteen pits
have been built. and work on the piping
has been started The walls of the ma
chine shop are all up and the building
of the tall smokestack is now under way.
Recent developments have caused
doubt as to the immediate building of
the Office and store room, but it is ex-
pected that orders will be given to rush
the work at once.
The stonecutters finished their work
and left for Portland Wednesday morn
ing. The stonemasons will be here for
a few days longer and will then go to
Berlin under foreman Flanagan. The
brickmasons will go to Montreal with
foreman Cazeau, who will have charge
of the brick work on the two forty stall
houses to be built there.
The celebrity and smoothness with
which the work here has been forwarded
is in a great measure due to the efficient
work of foreman Goyette, who has gen
eral supervision of all the laborers and
teams. His duties are various and ex-
acting, calling for patience, promptitude
and the ability to handle cosmopolitan
group in manner that will ensure the
best results. Mr.. Goyette has done all
this in manner that pleases his chiefs
and causes his fellow workmen to say
"You can't Go-yette; he's here wit
the goods"
Mr.. Joe Valente, the padrone IL
charge of the sons of sunny Italy EN-
ployed on the job, thinks the HERALD
was at fault in not coupling his name
with that of Pres. Hays, Manager Nc
Guigan and the other big chiefs, in our
issue of last week.
Mr.. Valente in expressing himself oil
the matter said "What for da pape M
talka bout me. I'm all da same lik;
Messt. Gibson an Messt. Findley. I'm
no here, dey can no builda da rounda
house. l maka da feefty t'ousan' doll;
for da comply at da coal pocket last;
winta. Da Gran Tronk hes no ge
along thouta me. | thinka so da MAJ
maka da pape no lika me; he's no lett'
, me sella da beer. Da Gran Tronk III
can getta long 'thouta me-"
One of the brckmasons who overheard
his complaint lapsed into state of coma
} but in short time recovered and perpe
trated the following;
He's great man with his people,
He's birthright to renown.
His ancestors wore the toga
In some good old Roman town,
Where their voices shook the forum
In heroic days of yore;
But the thunder of their protest
Makes the echoes there no more.
The noble Romans loosed his prestige,
And his steel fast grip has lost
s On the almost world wide empire
That the mighty Caesars bossed.
;, Now he chases mild-eyed Dagos
On the shovel and the pick,
G Noble Stentor's voice s degraded
To the cry of Mortar :""brick."
. "Getta da move on, Sacramento!
a What you lazzaroni t'ink?
You no maka da macaroni
T, Or da stale beer whata you drink,
, You no getta da one big hustle,
II You. Petro, Toni, Lorenz. Ban,
maka da Dago rough house,
d Codhedhios! / sacka ev'ry den
:, | man."
And this shadow of Tribune.
w Who bunghole's weight can't shake
Lusty lunged aid stentor throated,
VS. Makes the mild eyed Dagos quake
As he throws his little chest out
Struts about in boyish glee,
Cries, Pm justa lika Findley, Gibson,
Da Gran Tronk no do thouta me-"