The trail of the swinging lanterns : $b a racy, railroading review of transportation matters, methods and menCopeland, John Morison
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The trail of the swinging lanterns : $b a racy, railroading review of transportation matters, methods and men
Copeland, John Morison
Railroads -- Canada
Now comes that robust type that would probably not wince when getting
it back in kind if his antagonist could fittingly measure up to his
standard in words and deeds. Picture the horned and forbidding monster,
swollen with pride of place, who greets the caller as though he were
going to swallow him whole and allow his gastric juice to do the rest:
“Well, your company has one H-- of a nerve to send you out here asking
me for business: you built a station, some big contracts were let,
but you were all looking out of the window when I wanted a slice,”
finishing with a _coup de grace_, “What have you got to say about
that?” His caller replied, “I guess our management took a leaf out of
your book; how much of your business have we handled in the past ten
years, tell me that? We learn to know who our friends are and when we
have some favors to place we don’t hurry with them on a platter to the
people who forget our route, but try to remember those who realize that
if we are lucky we run a train or two about once a week out west.” The
lengths to which some folks will go to make personal a neutral issue
is astonishing. A man who had been employed in Chicago by a firm that
could not prevail on the “C. & A.” to give them an order, came to
Canada to work for an Ontario industry and expressed his intention to
gratify that grudge by witholding shipments of the new employer from
the railway he had placed under the ban.
The book of boors will admit of one more entry, being a letter I
have permission to reproduce, which was addressed to one snob by a
conscientious and sensitive young agent who has since transferred his
energies to another channel.
Dear Sir--
The three sentences below--
“Who are you and what do you want?” “I would be ashamed
to be so unpatriotic as to work for Yankee employers.”
“I’ll give you fellows business only when I’m in a hole
and cannot do otherwise!”
form the subject of this communication and are exactly the text
and sense of part of two conversations which occurred between
you and myself--involuntarily on my part--and only because I
was acting on orders while in the capacity of an employee of a
“U.S.A.” railway seeking a share of the routing of the freight
traffic you purchased in the United States or shipped westward,
and which, unfortunately, you controlled.
No longer situated where behavior and language like yours has
opportunity to grievously test the patience of myself, (and
several others), permit me to allude to the impression you
create.
When people of your calibre, quite devoid of consideration and
_finesse_, receive a business proposition with a verbal attack
couched in the tone and vernacular of your moulding shop, they
are, no doubt, running true to form, but they take refuge
behind the assumption that there is no one to question their
attitude.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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