The following is an excerpt from the July 1943 issue of Transportation. It concerns transit (bus and trolley) companies. This was serious and was written for male supervisors of women in the work force during WWII. For those of you with efficiency issues, pay attention to #8.
Eleven Tips on Getting More Efficiency Out of Women Employees
There’s no longer any question whether transit companies should hire women for jobs formerly held by men. The draft and manpower shortage has settled that point. The important things now are to select the most efficient women available and how to use them to the best advantage. Here are eleven helpful tips o the subject from Western Properties.
Pick young married women. They usually have more of a sense of responsibility than their unmarried sisters, they’re less likely to be flirtatious
INTRODUCING THE NEW BIO-OPTIC ORGANIZED KNOWLEDGE DEVICE, TRADE NAMED “BOOK”
BOOK is a revolutionary breakthrough in technology. No wires, no electric circuits, no batteries, nothing to be connected or switched on. Only an external light source is needed. Any lamp, normal daylight, or evan a flashlight will suffice. BOOK is so easy to use, even a child can operate it.
Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere – even sitting in an armchair by the fire or on the deck next to the pool – yet it is powerful enough to hold as much information as a CD-ROM disk. Here’s how it works:
BOOK is constructed of sequentially numbered sheets of paper (recyclable), each capable of holding thousands of bits of information.
The pages are locked together with a custom-fit device called a binder which keeps the sheets in their correct sequence. Opaque Paper Technology (OPT) allows the manufacturers to use both sides of the sheet, doubling the information density and cutting costs. Experts are divided on the prospects for further increases in information density; for now, BOOKs with more information simply use more pages.
There is older man that walk into a dinner.He is from one of the southern states, so he hase that southern draw. An older lady is sitting behind him eating a burger and fries. She starts to choke, and the dinner staff are like “oh no what do we do?” The older southern man lifts up her skirt and licks her butt.[xx(] She coughs up the food and slaps the guy in the face and says “how dare you!!!” He said “but mam, I was just doin’ the hind-lick manuver!”
INTRODUCING THE NEW BIO-OPTIC ORGANIZED KNOWLEDGE DEVICE, TRADE NAMED “BOOK”
BOOK is a revolutionary breakthrough in technology. No wires, no electric circuits, no batteries, nothing to be connected or switched on. Only an external light source is needed. Any lamp, normal daylight, or evan a flashlight will suffice. BOOK is so easy to use, even a child can operate it.
Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere – even sitting in an armchair by the fire or on the deck next to the pool – yet it is powerful enough to hold as much information as a CD-ROM disk. Here’s how it works:
BOOK is constructed of sequentially numbered sheets of paper (recyclable), each capable of holding thousands of bits of information.
The pages are locked together with a custom-fit device called a binder which keeps the sheets in their correct sequence. Opaque Paper Technology (OPT) allows the manufacturers to use both sides of the sheet, doubling the information density and cutting costs. Experts are divided on the prospects for further increases in information density; for now, BOOKs with more informatio
Mookie’s question about flat wheels on locomotives reminded me of the engineer who was a little unwise in his use of the independent brake, and ground flat spots on all his engine’s wheels. He was, of course, called in to give an account of his misdeed. His response to the question as to how long he thought the flats on the drivers were was, “About a dollar.” The man who was interrogating him responded, “A dollar?! They are six inches long!” The engineer then said, “You didn’t let me finish; I was going to say a dollar bill.”
A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables, when a voice in the dark said, ‘Jesus is watching you.’ He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, afer a bit, he shook his head and continued. Just as he pulled the plasma TV out so he could disconnect it, clear as a bell, he heard, 'Jesus is watching you."
Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room the light beam came to rest on a parrot. ‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the parrot.
‘Jesus really IS watching you, said the parrot…’
The burglar relaxed. ‘So you are warning me, huh? Who in the world are you?’
‘Moses’, replied the bird.
‘Moses?’ the burglar laughed. What kind of people would name a bird Moses?’
Replied the parrot, ‘The same kind of people who would name a Pit Bull Jesus.’
Three men from Texas were sitting together one day, bragging about how they had given their new wives duties. All of the women were hearty stock from the upper midwest.
The first man had married a woman from Des Moines, Iowa had had told her that she was going to have to do the dishes and the house cleaning. It took a couple days, but on the third day he came home to see a clean house and the dishes washed and put away.
The second man had married a woman from Chicago. He had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. The first day he didn’t see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done, and there was a huge dinner on the table.
The third man had married a gal from International Falls, Minnesota. He told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn’t see anything, but by the third day some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little bit out of his left eye, enough to fix himself a sandwhich and load the dishwasher.
Link to humorous “framed” photo (of the “Despair, Inc. / Demotivation” style) of a HUGE pile-up type derailment, most likely on the Burlington Northern, labled as “EPIC FAIL”:
I observe a stone bridge pier to the left of the mainline tracks in the foreground, and a similar stone bridge abutment to the left. Looking at it carefully, I see what appears to be the remains of a black steel truss bridge above and in between several of the cars - i.e., on top of the stone pier to the left of the main, below the green BN covered hopper, above the yellow BN refrigerator car or box, and to the left of the 2 crumpled silver cars (also BN reefers ?). So I’m thinking this is the derailment in the Chicago area from like 10 or 15 years ago, when something knocked down a truss bridge as a train was going across it ?
Anyway, quite the dramatic photo, don’t you agree ?
This is LaGrange, Illinois, where the BN crossed the IHB. When I used to print out narratives for my area train-watching trips, I wrote the following about this (be thankful you didn’t take your trip thirty-some years ago, Johnny!):
This bridge was the site of one of the more catastrophic train wrecks in the western suburbs in recent times. On August 27, 1977, a defective freight car caused an eastbound BN freight to derail, blocking all three tracks. Amtrak’s westbound San Francisco Zephyr was too close to avoid running into the wreckage, and was consequently derailed as well (there were numerous injuries, some serious, but no deaths). The biggest pileup was right on the IHB bridge–naturally the bridge collapsed, blocking the IHB for a time as well.
I remember seeing the flange marks in the ties and at least two grade crossings to the west of the bridge, so the errant freight car was derailed going through the downtown.
The photograph was taken looking north on the IHB; you can see the piers of the bridge that normally carries BNSF over the IHB. At the extreme left of the bridge is a single-lane street. Paul, this wasn’t a truss bridge; it was (and is) a rather mundane girder bridge.
Carl - Thank you ! [tup] for the supplemental information. I can see where it was a girder bridge - they’re just generally not quite as susceptible to that kind of collapse from derailments. Not immune - just not usually as vulnerable.
[:-,] Can you imagine the response to the following inquiry from “the wife”, when any of the many involved railroaders - train crews, wreck crews, B&B gangs, track gangs, C&S people, operating and engineering officials, etc., etc. finally made it home - either much later that day, or after several continuous days, more likely:
“How was your day, honey ?” [:X]
How would you respond ? What can you say ? [%-)] Who would believe that chain of events ? [:-^]
Certainly an object lesson in why trains should be inspected as often as possible, and any emergency application of the brakes should trigger notifying any other trains in the vicinity.
Carl is referring to a trip which my wife I and took this spring, leaving Salt Lake City on the westbound CZ on 3-28, and leaving Chicago, returning home, 4-24. Yes, I am glad that there was nothing even approaching what is seen in the picture. Indeed, in all of my rail travels, a derailment has affected my travel only twice–both times on the Southern’s Knoxville division–and the trains I was riding were detoured (adding new route mileage, some of which I never again rode). The first one was in Riceville, Tenn., in 1957, and my train was detoured over the CNO&TP from Chattanooga to Oakdale, and then into Knoxville. The second derailment was at Bluff City, Tenn., in 1958, and we were detoured over the Clinchfield from Johnson City to Frisco, where we took the Southern first through Moccasin Gap into Gate City where the engine was put back on the head end (the interchange in Johnson City made it necessary to run the engine around the train), and then on to Bristol.
There were two Indians and a Cowboy walking along together in the desert when, all of a sudden, one of the Indians took off and ran up a steep hill to the mouth of a cave.#### He stopped and hollered into the entrance, “Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!”#### He then listened very closely until he heard an answer…“Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!”#### He then tore off his clothes and ran into the cave.#### The Cowboy was puzzled and asked the other Indian what that was all about … was that Indian goofy or something?#### “No”, said the other Indian. “It is mating time for us Indians and when you see a cave and holler, `Woooooo! Wooooo! Woooooo!’ and get an answer back, that means she is in there waiting for you.”#### Well, just about that time the other Indian spotted another cave. He took off, ran to the cave, stopped and hollered, “Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!”#### When he heard a reply “Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!” off came his clothes and into the cave he goes.#### The Cowboy started running around the desert looking for a cave to find these women that the Indians had talked about.####