the current issue of Official Guide. [Illustration: GEO. W. HIBBARD, Of Geo. W. Hibbard Co., Brokers, Seattle, Formerly A.G.P.A., C.P.R., Montreal, and G.P.A., Puget Sound Route.] The lustre of that becoming virtue modesty, dims not if blossoming in a railroader’s physique, but when a prominent man like John Francis, General Passenger Agent, Burlington Route, side steps a niche in “the hall of fame”, deprecating the reproduction of his photographed features, and explaining,, “Twenty years have elapsed since I faced a machine that would stand for such an operation”, his bashfulness checks “Over” and generates regret. The baptismal archives at Longueuil, Quebec, record the initial appearance of Mr. Francis, but he has been “Present” many times since and proven an entertaining raconteur. Frank F. Barbour, retiring G.P.A., Rutland Railway, was cradled at Montreal, and east of this former possession of King Louis, at Newport, in the maritime “finnan haddie” province of Nova Scotia, Eben E. MacLeod was born. The path he traversed to Chairmanship of Western Passenger Association led through Eastern Canada and eight different ticket office positions in various states. Mr. MacLeod courted responsibilities, always received a square deal under the Stars & Stripes and the end is not yet, as he is in his prime and looks the part. The hands of destiny which mold futures, often weave a woof of inscrutable, unfamiliar design. Had James Webster, the persistent Owen Sound student, been informed by D. McNicol in olden days when they were together on “Toronto, Grey & Bruce”, that his horoscope prognosticated “Freight Traffic Manager” in 1918, “Jimmie” would have scorned the soft impeachment and played sluggard in swallowing the Scotchman’s capsule. Yet, James Webster, master of detail, the Nickel Plate graduate whom “N.Y.C.” has exalted, deserves a bronze in the gallery of immortals to radiate encouragement for the struggling faithful and confusion to grumblers. Mr. W. A. Terry, Asst. Freight Traffic Manager, N.Y.C. Lines, Chicago, spent some time in his youth in Canada. Minus the sustained efforts of these officials, of their passenger confreres and the gentlemen comprising the solicitation staff identified with the traffic departments, the railways could boast of gilded coaches and a nickel rail and then be doomed to failure, notwithstanding the swan songs sung by some of our operating friends, declared a very prominent traffic officer in the Northwest.