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THE BATTALION
Engineering Levels
Mountains
The Pack Train has become a relic of the
past, along with the Prairie Schooner.
Modern methods of transportation have
leveled mountains, brought San Francisco
nearer to New York, and widened the mar
kets of all our great industries.
A.nd the engineering brains and energy,
that have developed transportation to the
prominence it holds in the business of the
world today, are no longer employed in
improving means of overland travel alone.
Street Railways, Elevator Systems, Inter-
urban Lines and Improved Shipping Lines—
these are some of the accomplishments of
engineering in the development of better
transportation.
Neither have the builders of such systems
been concerned only in the actual hauling of
people and materials. A study of the methods
of handling passengers and freight at the
large terminals has developed the Terminal
Engineer, who has greatly improved existing
methods, and has developed entirely new
ones, as well.
Engineering, as it is applied to transporta
tion, has had to concern itself with many
kinds of materials and many ways of handling
them under all manner of circumstances.
For instance the problems surrounding the
handling of iron ore, in bulk, are vastly
different from those encountered in moving
any one of the finished products manufac
tured from iron ore, that must also be
transported in large quantities. But Engin
eering constantly meets each situation with
improved transportation facilities.
Industry, as a whole, and the nations and
the people of the world owe much to the
engineers, associated with such large manu
facturing industries as Westinghouse. They
have not only brought about vast improve
ments, but they have done so at a constantly
decreasing cost to those who derive the
greatest benefit from them.
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Westinghouse
ACHIEVEMENT & OPPORTUNITY
Freshman Logic.
Prof—How much does a six pound
shell weigh?
Fish—I don’t know.
Prof—Well, what time does the
twelve o’clock train leave?
Fish—Twelve o’clock.
Prof—Then what is the weight of
the six pound shell?
Fish—Twelve pounds.—Juggler.
Fish—What’s the matter with Mr.
Ashburn’s eyes?
Soph—I don’t know, why?
Fish—I was in his office yesterday
asking for a furlough and he asked
me twice where my hat was, and it
was on my head the whole time.
A Tragedy.
She laid the still, white form be
side those that had gone before. No
groan, no sign from her. Suddenly
she let forth a cry that pierced the
still air, making it vibrate into a
thousand echoes. It seemed as if it
came from her very soul. Twice the
cry was repeated and then all was
quiet again. She would lay another
egg tomorrow.—Pennsylvania Far
mer.
Her Strong Point.
A little girl of five was entertain
ing the callers while her mother was
getting ready. One of the ladies re-
I marked to the other with a significant
look, “Not very p-r-e-t-t-y,” spelling
the last word.
“No,” said the child quickly, “but
awful s-m-a-r-t.”