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Union Pacific Shop Bulletin p7

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THE BULLETIN7DENVERA special train of 14 cars in charge of Train Master Kinney, Auditor Cross and Conductor Cole, left Denver Union Station at eight o'clock A. M. for Ft. Collins, loaded with upwards of seven hundred people who are members of Denver Local No. 3 SEA. and their families to spend the 9th of June in an outing or picnic at the old Government Fort. The Mayor simply turned the city over to us. Big Bill Colling was commander in chief of safety first, and concealing the roof of his once beautiful adorned think tank carried the day with both pride and honor. Grandpa Buck who was in charge of infantile curiosity beat Judge Lindsey a forty four hole put, and landed Juvenile efficiency beyond the count although he put in overtime tossing peanut shells aside with both hands. Owing to the vicessitudes and inclemency of the weather, the Masonic and Elks halls were turned over to us where we were made to feel at home. As a Masonic hall was the first home of a labor organization, we rejoiced to reflect the memory of our ancestors who thus gathered in the great Temple of King Solomon, two thousand nine hundred and eighty odd years ago.The smiles of wives and children, the honest to God spirit in which the officials and people of Ft. Collins received us, rejoiced the heart of all present. Our fraternal spirited Master Mechanic, Mr. Turtle, viewed and reviewed, inspected and passed judgment on the crowd turned loose in the hall as he chewed and rechewed a double strength Havanna until his molars neared the end which was once touched with a match. The boy spirit, the get together business spirit displayed by Mr. Turtle on this occasion, will long live in the memory of Denver local No. 3. Mr. Henry looked like a boy turned out of school after a day of mathematical difficulties passing the 100 per cent mark. The eats and drinks besides rounding our anatomies into natural form, filled us with the necessory "pep" to withstand the pleasant teeter toe, back and fro, surpassing the artistic gladiators of ancient Greek fame among the hills of Grecian Plateaus, where LIBERTY was first tasted by mankind. The crowd and the Union Pacific band divided in the two halls where we danced to the heart's content. Dancing Masters of today could but stand in awe at the graceful movements on schedule time by the men and women whose hair is colored by the frosts of many winters. Men, fat and tall, bewhiskered and bald, hopped and galloped with the graceful movements of their partners until the Union Pacific standard time piece notified all present we must return to the Queen City of the west. Our parting response to the God spirited good people of Ft. Collins was, "Welcome to our City.""You must not fight a boy smaller than yourself," I told Robert."Aw, how you goin' to stop to pick your mad-ats out?" he came back at me.JUNCTION CITYThe picnic came off in grand style, not an accident to mar the day, except to the special from Ellis, which had to have an engine from Salina help her on to Junction City on account of a cylinder head. Nevertheless, Ellis received the prize for the best decorated engine so that helped to patch up the feelings of the late comers.Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves and as the day was ideal in weather every one voted it a grand and glorious time.The Elks Club, not being large enough the City washed and roped off the street on the west of the park and the folks enjoyed the dance on the pavement in the evening. We'll sure have to give it to the colored folks for having the place, the music and the dance as many of the white pic-nicers can testify at the Community house.The ball games, Junction vs. Armstrong, was 4 to 3 in favor of Junction City and Junction City vs. Salina was 7 to 0 in favor of Junction, so we still hold our good record.At Hosington on the 17th, Junction City Shop Employes crossed bats with the boys on the Rock Island and after the 7th inning the Rock Island boys decided it was the Junction City's game any way and threw down their gloves. The score was 23 to 1.McCue, our pipe fitter of Irish decent, may have been an umpire once, but things have changed in 22 years even in base ball and runners must run the bases in order of 1st, 2nd and 3rd, instead of third, second and first.Comer, our heavy weight machinist, is on a 30 day leave on account of his health.S. C. Scott has been laid up for a week with a sprained knee. He cannot realize he is any older than a boy.Mr. Abercrombie, from the General Manager's office, was with us the 19th and discussed the topic of Insurance, in connection with the Shop Employes' Association. We are always glad to have Mr. Abercrombie with us as he leaves a real feeling of comradship and good will.Our light heavy locomotive carpenter's helper, Bryon Riley had the fortune of being presented with twins by the Stork. A boy and a girl. Mother and babies doing fine. Riley said he wanted to be remembered when he grew old. He now has fifteen children.We all appreciate the smile with which our Auburn haired stenographer meets some of the extra work the Association imposes upon her. We grant she is the most accomodating of any lady stenographer on the Union Pacific.The following men have been employed in the past month.James M. Morrow, transferred from Armstrong.Edward F. Murray, transferred from Armstrong.Fred W. Oesterhaus, transferred fromArmstrong. John T. Hickey, Boilermaker. Yater M. Allen, Machinist. William P. Miller, Machinist. Rosco Neiman, Machinist. John F. Tickmeyer, B. M. Helper. Matt Wehr, Boilermaker. A. Rose Brown, Boilermaker. J. J. Hurley, Machinist Helper. Arthur Barker, Machinist Helper.A MAN'S PRAYERTeach me that sixty minutes make one hour, sixteen ounces one pound, and one hundred cents one dollar. Help me so to live that I can lie down at night with a clear conscience, without a gun under my pillow and un-haunted by the faces of those to whom I have brought pain. Grant that I may earn my meal ticket on the square, and that in earning it I may do unto others as I would have them do unto me. Deafen me to the jangle of tainted money and to the rustle of unholy skirts. Blind me to the faults of the other fellow, but reveal to me my own. Guide me so that whenever I look into the faces of my friends I shall have nothing to conceal. Keep me young enough to laugh with little children, and sympathetic enough to be considerate of old age. And when the day comes of darkened shades and the smell of flowers, the tread of soft footsteps, and the crunching of wheels in the yard—make the ceremony short and the epitaph simple—"Here lies a man."—Sabbath Recorder.STRAWBERRY JAMI was sitting at ease in the parlorThinking of days gone by, When I heard a bang in the kitchen,As my wife began to cry. "Jack, come tend to your offspring,Did you hear the back door slam? That little imp of SatanHas been in my strawberry jam."I ran to my dear wife's assistance;The place was a sight to see, The cupboard was turned topsy turvyAnd nothing was where it should be. When I'd finished the work before meI looked like the King of Siam, For from head to foot I was coveredWith nothing but strawberry jam.It brought back the days of my childhood, When I wandered barefoot thru the trees, Where radiant moths and butterfliesFluttered about in the breeze. And at noon when I'd go in to luncheon, In my home in old Alabam', I'd sit down to corn-pones and bacon And a dish of strawberry jam. C. B. CRAIGHere is a new one on a Chicago girl: The subject was cows and horses. Something was said about Texas long-horn cows. Miss M. exclaimed, "Cows with horns? I thought only bulls had horns."Well! Well!

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