A Smart Railway Employé — 167
A railroad employé, whose home is in Avon, came on Saturday night to ask for a pass down to visit his family. “You are in employ of the railroad?” asked the gentleman applied to. “Yes.” “You receive your pay regularly?” “Yes.” “Well, now suppose you were working for a farmer instead of a railroad, would you expect your employer to hitch up his team every Saturday night, and carry you home?” This seemed a poser, but it wasn’t. “No,” said the man, promptly, “I wouldn’t expect that; but if the farmer had his team hitched up, and was going my way, I should call him a darned mean cuss if he would not let me ride.” Mr. Employé came out three minutes afterwards with a pass good for twelve months.