The works are situated in the very heart of the heavy-oil district. Two railroads, with a third in prospect, and a paved street front the spacious premises. The main building is of brick, covering about an acre and devoted chiefly to the handling of oil for manufacture or in course of preparation, the repairing and painting of barrels and the accommodation of the engines and machinery. To the rear stands a substantial brick-structure, containing the steam-boilers, the electric-light outfit and the huge agitators in which the oil is treated. Big pumps next force the fluid into large vessels, where it is submitted to a variety of special processes, which finally leave it ready for the consumer. A dozen iron-tanks, each holding many thousand barrels, receive and store crude to supply the works for months. As this is piped directly from the wells the largest orders are filled with the utmost dispatch. Nothing is lacking that can ensure superiority. The highest wages are paid and every employee is an American citizen or proposes to become one. The men are regarded as rational, responsible beings, with souls to save and bodies to nourish, and treated in accordance with the Golden Rule. They are well-fed, well-housed, prosperous and contented. A strike, or a demand for higher wages or shorter hours, is unknown in the history of this model institution. Is it surprising that each year adds to its vast trade and wonderful popularity? The unrivalled “Galena Oil-Works,” of Franklin, Venango county, Pennsylvania, must be ranked among the most noteworthy representative industries of Uncle Sam’s splendid domain. Have you a somewhat cranky wife, Whose temper’s apt to broil? To ease the matrimonial strife Just lubricate when trouble’s rife— Pour on Galena Oil! Has life some rusty hinge or joint That vexes like a boil, And always sure to disappoint? The hindrance to success anoint As with Galena Oil! Does business seem to jar and creak, Despite long years of toil, Till wasted strength has left you weak? Reduce the friction, so to speak— Apply Galena Oil! Are your affairs all run aground, The cause of sad turmoil? To see again “the wheels go ’wound,” Smooth the rough spots wherever found— Soak in Galena Oil!