O BROTHERHOOD of Engineers, O Brotherhood of Train- and Firemen, Gaze on the suppliant salty tears Wept by this lowliest of the lyremen. O mighty railroad presidents, Debating how to help the nation By saving corporate expense— Harken to mine interrogation: What is there in the common law, The statutes of exchange and barter, From Portland to Communipaw, What is there in the railroads' charter— What is there—something, I am sure; What is there—this my query weighty— That makes you keep the temperature Of so-called sleeping cars at 8o? |