FURTHER GRUELLING OF THE GENERAL MANAGER.
Tucson, Arizona, April 29, 1911.
My Dear Boy:—After the commission kicked for rest, the general manager tied up in his caboose. Nobody was allowed to run around him and he was marked up first out the following morning. The commission not having any agreement about initial overtime, the attorney acting as yardmaster handed him a switch list and told him to dig out these loads:
Question: How many letters a day do you write?
Answer: I don’t know, a great many.
Q. How many a day go out of your office?
A. I can’t state exactly, probably a hundred or more.
Q. Then you do not see them all?
A. No, that would be impossible in such a large office.
Q. Does the chief clerk see them all?
A. I think he does.