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Poem September 27, 1881

Spirit Of Jefferson

Charles Town, Jefferson County, West Virginia

What is this article about?

Satirical poem depicting the frustrations of low-paid railroad workers, imagining baggage masters roughly handling luggage and conductors being unhelpful due to meager wages barely covering basics.

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In the sweet, soft tones of the Eolian harp
For eleven dollars a week.
If I were a baggage master,
I'd rattle the trunks about;
I'd stand them up in the corner
And I'd tear their bowels out.
I would pull the handle out by the roots,
I would kick their corners in,
And strew their stuffing all round the car
And I'd make them lean and thin.
For I couldn't afford to wear Kid gloves
Nor put soft pads on my feet,
Nor to handle things gently, when all my pay
Just kept me in bread and meat.
If I were a railroad conductor,
As through the train I'd go,
I'd have for every question they asked
This answer already: "Don't know."
I'd miss connection for lots of men,
I'd run lone passengers past;
I'd tell them 'twas eight when I know 'twas ten
And I'd swear their watches were fast,
For I couldn't afford to be civil,
When I knew every man in the load
Would look at my watch and ring and say,
"He stole them things from the road."
[Burlington Hawkeye.]

What sub-type of article is it?

Satire

What themes does it cover?

Satire Society

What keywords are associated?

Railroad Workers Low Wages Baggage Master Conductor Satire Labor Frustration

What entities or persons were involved?

Burlington Hawkeye

Poem Details

Author

Burlington Hawkeye

Subject

Satire On Low Paid Railroad Workers

Form / Style

Rhymed Stanzas

Key Lines

If I Were A Baggage Master, I'd Rattle The Trunks About; I'd Stand Them Up In The Corner And I'd Tear Their Bowels Out. For I Couldn't Afford To Wear Kid Gloves Nor Put Soft Pads On My Feet, Nor To Handle Things Gently, When All My Pay Just Kept Me In Bread And Meat. I'd Tell Them 'Twas Eight When I Know 'Twas Ten And I'd Swear Their Watches Were Fast, For I Couldn't Afford To Be Civil, When I Knew Every Man In The Load Would Look At My Watch And Ring And Say, "He Stole Them Things From The Road."

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