News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-01-27


wheels Somebody might get at them
with a wrench, on the road Wedge
bolts had ought to be smelled OF
heard from when the journals screech;
not seen.
If anybody thinks he wants to slack
wedge-bolt, let that man shoot the
jamb-nuts off with a gun. That's what
guns is for, and they'd ought to be car.
ried in the tool kit.
l. The roundhouse gangs too good for
the job New engines don't run hot
soon enough to suit yours truly. Put
crew of hoboes in there and tell
them hey got to save oil and ram the
cellar-packing down in with a pinch
bar. They will do it, The babbit and
stuff you drop over the division makes
| good ballast.
Wall in your cellar-bolts, so If a
fellow gets them out, digging babbitt
out of the cellar, on fast run, he
can't get them in again inside of fif-
! teen minutes apiece. The dispatcher
won't care--ask him-and the en-
gineer daresnt. It's all he can do to
| talk his way out of a lay-off.
Don't you worry sabout front-ends Ii
! the engine looks good to you, but don't
| steam 70 more than a teakettle with
! the bottom out, let the trainmaster
| put on a helper once in while. Three
five cnnonhn6U
else will have your job anyhow, and
he'll set most of your front-end furni-
ture out on the scrap pile while he
cleans house, and forget to put it back
again. That will help some.
If you'find there's rooms to rent in
the front end after you get it done,
and the heater men show up again
without the incubator fill her up with
their stuff. It's hang for us fellows,
but it helps hold the front trucks
down when you're going some.
Bend your feed and air pipes as
sharp and as often as you. can. 1t
shows that nobody was looking and
they freeze up quicker.
Look out for your engine cab. Fix
it SO that if fellow goes to the front
door he can't get back again to the
throttle without getting orders from
the dispatcher, showing that the main
line of the cab is clear
The boy allows we are working too
many nights at this. He wants a
change, We are. So don't bother
about fire-boxes and ash-pans. When
the president sends word that he
couldn't see the right of way ON his
last trip for smoke" send him to me,
and I'll tell him he was on the wrong
end of the train. 1t was all clear
ahead of the engine.
That'll make him know that we are
men Of some parts; part wood and
part leather, with brass trimmings
which | am
Yours truly,
WILLIAM DADDY, Engineer.
When man has enough strength Of
character to get his head above the
common level, however grotesquely he
may at first appear, there is usually
something in him worth observing. If
he has balance and staying powers he
may get his feet upon the solid, and
a leader has been discovered
Somewhat in this fashion the gen.
eral manager reasoned as he read
Bills chapter. He called his secretary.
and by careful question and reply it
was soon established that neither Of
them knew who William Daddy was,
nor what of Williams chapter was
fact and what fancy.
Therefore, the general manager
made a brief investigation put some
pointed questions to the superinten-
dent of motive power, who fumed a
little, but electrified the master me-
chanic Gas witness his short and sim
pie inquiry of Bid, and thus Bills
little seeds began to grow apace.
Changes were made. Plans were
devised and revised until new engines
bore signs of Improvement. These
things were discussed on the home
road and the news of them went
broadcast over many roads.
Bills ideas bore the test of service,
and flourished like the proverbial
green bay tree, until finally they came
before the First Intelligence" the
Great Arcanum," or Court Of Last
Resort" of the railroad mechanical
world, and were called good. No
longer bearing the name of William
Daddy, Engineer" it is true, but la
beled with the names of many men,
for that is the way of the world, and
the destiny of all things that are good
enough to prove good.
Bill never get beyond Chapter
One" of Billiards. book" There was
no need. But having demonstrated
that he was "a man of parts" it was
thought advantageous 30 transpose
him to the ranks of those he had smit-
ten. Thus, Bill became a road fore