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Post by ztrack on Mar 4, 2018 11:17:53 GMT -5
The following poem was found in the Central Region Timetable manual of Penn Central engineman H. A. Barszcz. Circa 1976. It is a great piece of humor from this time frame.
His last trip
An old hoghead passed away And whistled off for the judgement day The trip was the first of its kind he’d made And we worried over how He’d be paid.
He didn’t know what rates applied As this was the first time he had died So as through distance space he flew He recalled all rulings that he knew.
He could claim no initial delay at all For there had been no chance to stall He could claim no time for testing air For he found he had no train line there.
He could kill no time at the water spout As he passed no water tanks enroute And there was no chance to stop the wheels While he ate about a dozen meals.
So he kept plugging on his way Racking his brain for some delay But ponder the matter oh he might No cause for delay was there in sight.
As last he reached the pearly gate And registered in an hour late Then he washed and smoked and fooled around As he had done upon the ground.
Made out his time in the usual way Claiming “one hour final delay” Then grinned as he thought how very sweet He had stolen an hour from old Saint Pete.
As he followed the path to the pearly gate He noticed a sign in large gold plate He read there word: while his spirit fell If you’ve been delayed you must go to Hell.
Then when he saw that he was gypped He tried to claim his pencil slipped And offered all the alibis That he had used beneath the skies.
St. Peter said don’t lie to me They way you did to the ICC You must go below where you shall burn For falsifying your time return.
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