One cannot deny that it exists there. One finds it hard to confound the hard fact that the engineer is worthy of a good wage--how good a wage is the only point to be determined. For responsibility must be well paid--whether it is responsibility at the dispatcher"s desk, in the lonely signal tower, in the track-foreman"s shanty, in any of the many, many forms of railroad operation where the human factor in safety can never be eliminated--where danger ever lurks, just around the corner and within easy reach of the outstretched hand. The engineer has his full share of responsibility. But he has no monopoly of it.
CHAPTER IV
ORGANIZED LABOR--THE CONDUCTOR
Here is another of the well-organized and protected forms of the railroad"s labor--the conductor. He will tell you that a goodly measure of responsibility rests upon his own broad shoulders. Yet your veteran railroad executive does not regard his conductor so much as a responsibility man as a diplomat. This last, after all, is his chief role.
You gather your brow. You do not understand.
"I thought," you begin slowly, for you have made some sort of a study of this big game of railroading, "I thought that the traveling freight and pa.s.senger agents, all that solicitous company which travels through the highways and byways of the land, the big towns and the small, seeking out traffic, for the railroad, were regarded as its diplomats."
You are partly right--partly wrong.
For the real diplomat of the railroad is multiplied in its service, far more than the freight or the pa.s.senger agents. The humblest and the rarest of pa.s.sengers do not fail to see him. The man who rides on the railroad train for the first time in his life comes into almost instant touch with him. You yourself have seen him many times making his way down the aisle of the car; stopping patiently beside each of his pa.s.sengers--we use the phrase "his pa.s.sengers" advisedly--greeting old friends with cheery nods; upholding the dignity of the railroad and his own authority--quietly, but none the less surely--time and time again. Here, as we shall come in a moment to understand, is a real diplomat of the railroad--an autocrat of no small authority in those rare instances where he may fail to be a gentleman. And all this stands to the infinite credit of more than 60,000 conductors in the railroad service across the land.
We have just called him an autocrat. Remember, however, that for the safe movement of his train up and down the railroad"s busy lines he shares, in an important degree, the responsibility with the man with whom we have just ridden in the engine cab; but the engineer cannot very well make or lose business for his railroad unless he stops his train too sharply and too many times. The conductor--well, we are going to see him in his role of peacemaker plenipotentiary to the public. It, of itself, is a role where he can be and is of infinite value to the railroad.
Do you chance to recall the conductor of yesteryear--conceding no more than his blue cap to the growing use of uniforms in a republican country; somewhat unkempt perhaps as to clothes--yet benevolent and fatherly in his way? Did that sickly-looking woman at the end of the coach fumble and then attempt a feeble and impotent smile when he asked her for her ticket? And did he, with a sublime myopia, pa.s.s her by without demanding that bit of pasteboard? Your old-time conductor knew the difference between impostors--even in skirts--and empty-pocketed folks to whom a railroad journey might be a tragic necessity. A few years up and down the line, the constant study of the folk within his cars quickly taught him that. And it would have been a pretty poor sort of old-fashioned railroad that would not have allowed him discretion in such cases.
Your new-time railroad allows him little or no discretion in matters of this sort. Your conductor of today, finally quite at ease in the trimness of his well-set uniform, his arm-lantern gone into the sc.r.a.p heap in these days of electric-lighted cars, on most railroads has practically no opportunity to use his judgment in matters that pertain to the fares. If he lets anyone ride free on his train--and the boss learns of it--he hears dire threats about the Interstate Commerce Commission, sees the yawning doors of the penitentiary close at hand.
Railroad managements have a way of using that law for the punishment of dishonest employees. So your conductor of today lacks the power of his brethren of an earlier day. They worked in a generation when the railroad still was a personal thing. Men and families owned railroads as they might own farms or banks or grocery stores. They headed their own roads and they a.s.sumed an att.i.tude toward their men, autocratic or benevolent as the case might be, but almost always distinctly personal. The railroad as a separate unit had not then grown beyond a point where that was possible and the big boss was a real factor in the lives of his men. They might come to have a real affection for him--such as they had for Lucius Tuttle, when he was president of the Boston and Maine--and call him by his first name. No higher compliment can come up from the ranks to a railroad executive.
Today discretion is discrimination in far too many cases. So reads the Interstate Commerce Law about discrimination. It places discrimination in the same cla.s.s with burglary and the shippers who had dealings with many of our railroads a quarter of a century ago are thanking all the political G.o.ds of the United States of America that this law was placed upon the statute-books; but it can be read too literally, just as the conductor of a modern train can be too sharp-sighted. Here is a case, which from too fine or technical a reading of the law might be read into discrimination; in reality it was an instance of real discretion on the part of the conductor.
A man--a nervous, tired man--was bound east through the state of New York upon the Lake Sh.o.r.e Limited. His destination was Kingston, which is situate upon the west bank of the Hudson River, almost half way between New York and Albany. The route of the Lake Sh.o.r.e Limited is down the east sh.o.r.e of the river, without a stop between Albany and New York. Anyone who knows the Hudson Valley well knows how atrocious are the facilities for crossing the river at almost any point between those two cities. This tired, nervous man planned to catch the last train of the afternoon down the West Sh.o.r.e Railroad from Albany to Kingston. Under normal conditions he had about thirty minutes" leeway in which to make the change; but on this occasion the Lake Sh.o.r.e Limited was a little more than thirty minutes late and he did not alight at Albany--he had no wish to hang around there until some time in the early morning. He decided that he would go through to New York, cross the city from the Grand Central Station to Weehawken and then go through to Kingston on a night train. This meant 180 extra miles of travel; but the man was in a very great hurry and with him time counted more than miles.
As his train swept across the bridge and out of Albany the conductor came through. He was a round, genial-faced fellow, typical of that other generation of train captains that one often finds upon the older railroads of the land; and the man from Kingston halted him--told his story very much as we have told it here.
"I didn"t know but that, if you were going to stop for water at Poughkeepsie, I might slip off some way," he finally ventured. "That would leave me less than twenty miles from home."
The conductor did not hesitate.
"We don"t stop at Poughkeepsie--for water or anything else," he said. "But I"ll stop at Rhinecliff for you."
Rhinecliff is on the east bank of the Hudson, directly opposite Kingston.
That seemed too good to be true--and the man stammered out his thanks.
"I didn"t think you"d stop this crack train for anybody," he said quite frankly. "The time card doesn"t--"
"This train stops for the proper accommodation of the patrons of this road," interrupted the conductor, "and I"m its high judge. You lost out on your connection at Albany through no fault of yours. It was our fault and we are doing our best to make it up to you."
Consider the value of such a man to the organization which employs him.
That little act was worth more to the big railroad whose uniform he bore than a ton of advertising tracts or a month"s service of its corps of soliciting agents. The Kingston man crossed the river from Rhinecliff in a motor boat and thanked the road and its conductor for the service it had rendered him. He was a large shipper and his factory in the western part of the state is in a hotly compet.i.tive territory; but the road that through the good sense of its employee had saved him much valuable time today hardly knows a compet.i.tor in his shipping room.
Discrimination? Your attorney, skilled in the fine workings of the Interstate Commerce Law, may tell you "Yes," but we are inclined to think he is wrong, for the man was not permitted to alight at Rhinecliff because he was anything more than a patron of the road. He had no political or newspaper affiliations to parade before the conductor; he did not hint at his strength as a shipper, he did not even give his name. If there is discrimination in that, I fail to see it.
A certain man took a trip from New York to Chicago three or four years ago. He went on a famous road, well conducted, and he returned on its equally famous compet.i.tor. Each road had just conquered a mighty river by boring an electrically operated tunnel underneath it. The tunnel had been well advertised and the man, whose mind had a mechanical turn, was anxious to see both of them. In each case the train bore a wide-vestibuled day coach as its last car.
In the first tunnel through which he pa.s.sed he went to the rear of the day coach with the intention of taking a look at the under-river bore. He wanted to stand at the rear of the aisle and look through the door at the electrically lighted tube. But the conductor antic.i.p.ated him. He drew down the sash curtain of the car door.
"Sorry," he said, "but the company"s rules prohibit pa.s.sengers from standing in the aisles."
One might write a whole chapter on the thoroughly asinine rules that some roads have made for the guidance not only of their employees but of their patrons as well. But this man did not argue. He bowed dutifully to the strong arm of the rule book and went back to his seat--thoroughly cowed.
But how different was the case on the other railroad, by which he returned from Chicago! This second time he went to the rear of the train, recalling his first experience and the rebuff he had received. But this road and its conductor were of a different sort. This second conductor was fastening the outside doors of the vestibule at the rear of the last car and saying to the little group a.s.sembled there:
"If you will wait a minute I will give you a chance to get out on this rear platform and see the big job we"ve been working on so long. We all of us are mighty proud of it."
How much of an a.s.set do you suppose this conductor was to his company?
By this time the new-fangled railroad executive who reads this will be filled with disgust.
"Doesn"t he know," I can hear him say, "that railroading has taken some pretty big strides within the past fifteen or twenty years? We"re perfecting; we"re systematizing. We"ve studied the motions of the bricklayer and we"re dabbling in efficiency. We"ve modeled our railroads after the best of the standing armies of Europe and we"ve begun to move men like units. That means that we"ve no room in railroad ranks for individualists. An individualist never makes an ideal unit and the new efficiency demands units--not thinkers!"
Does it? In the minds of a good many railroaders of the newer schools it seems to. Yet some of these very same railroaders were overjoyed a little time ago--when the half-baked Adamson eight-hour law was being jammed through Congress--to see out from the Middle West, from the rails of the Santa Fe, the Union Pacific, the Milwaukee roads, veteran conductors coming forward, who not only did not hesitate to speak their minds against the measure, but actually sought out injunctions against it. What it might cost these men in prestige and in the affection of their fellows, in possible punishments by the lodges of their brotherhoods, the outside public may never know. It can be fairly a.s.sured that the price was no small one.
Would the railroad executives of the Middle West have preferred that these men be units, rather than individualists? I think not. The truth of the matter is, that in its very desire to stand straight, the new school of railroading sometimes leans backward. We will grant that in the coming of the great combinations of new-time railroads it was a mighty good step to eliminate the haphazard, wasteful, inefficient old school of personal railroading. Consolidation has effected some wonderful working advantages in the operation of our giant systems, and it is a grave question whether today, with the margin between income and operating cost constantly narrowing, if the eggs were unscrambled and the famous little old roads returned, they could be operated long and dodge the scrawny fingers of receivership. Yet it is a fact that if they have gained in many ways by consolidation and centralization, they have lost something definite in the personal feeling which used to exist between their men and themselves. It was an a.s.set that could hardly be expressed in dollars and cents.
After the New York, New Haven, and Hartford Railroad had absorbed the famous Old Colony--down there in the southeastern corner of Ma.s.sachusetts--it was five years before its conductors ceased to know it and to love it as the Old Colony. To older conductors the Panhandle and the Lake Sh.o.r.e are still as real and as vital as if those beloved names still appeared upon the rolling stock. Measure such an a.s.set in dollars and cents if you can! You cannot, thank G.o.d, place a valuation upon such a.s.sets as affection and loyalty.
So to your first qualities of dignity and authority and discretion--in these days we dare not call it discrimination--supplement those of affection and of loyalty. And to these add that of ability; for a conductor"s entire work is not merely collecting his tickets and keeping the pa.s.sengers of his train in good humor--though sometimes this last is a man"s job by itself. He must bear in mind that Bible of the railroad--the time card--the place his train takes upon it; its relation to every other train, regular and special, on the line. His mind must be--every minute that he is on the road--a replica of the dispatcher"s, working in perfect synchronism with that of the controlling head who bends over the train sheet back at headquarters. This work, comparatively simple on a double-track line, becomes, in many instances, tremendously complicated upon the many miles of single-track railroads that still bear a heavy traffic up and down and across America.
The "opposing trains" to be met and pa.s.sed; the slower trains moving in the same direction to be overtaken and also pa.s.sed; the complications of special movements--all these must be borne in accurate correlation as the conductor pa.s.ses up or down the line. He may have extra cars to his train and an extraordinarily difficult crowd of pa.s.sengers to handle, but he cannot for a moment ignore the most minute detail of the flimsy messages that are handed to him during the entire length of his trip. And back of his specific orders for the day he must ever carry the entire scheme of the division"s operation.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE KNIGHT OF THE TICKET PUNCH
Courtesy, diplomacy, helpfulness are quite as much parts of his job as anything else. He is a distinctive American figure; no railroads elsewhere have his counterpart.]
So here you have the pa.s.senger conductor--a real knight of the road, if you please--careful, discerning, courageous; a rare diplomat; perhaps in this commercial day of big things the spirit of the skipper of the famous old-time clipper ship incarnate! He is worthy of the great railroad empire of the world. In Europe, the state railroads of Germany and of France, the short, congested lines of Great Britain have not his counterpart. He is a product both of our nationalism and of the hard necessity that has hedged him in. And, in pa.s.sing, it is worthy of note that some of the men who sit today in the highest executive positions of the greatest of our railroads have stood their long, hard turns with the ticket-punch. A recent and a peculiarly gifted chairman of the Interstate Commerce Commission--Edgar E. Clark--was for many years a pa.s.senger conductor; his pride in his calling of those earlier years is unbounded.
Here I have shown you in a word the two strongest of the four types of railroad organized labor. For while there are organizations among some other forms of the railroads" employees, switchmen, telegraphers, and the like, it is the engineers, the firemen, the conductors, and the trainmen who hold the whiphand of authority over the railroad executive and the politician alike. They have a power that is to be feared--they have said it themselves. And the politicians, the public, a good many of the biggest railroad executives have believed it. Once in a while you will find a railroad executive--like that stern old lion, Edward Payson Ripley, who brought the Santa Fe Railroad out of bankruptcy into affluence and became its president--who states his disbelief and states it so plainly that there can be no doubt as to its meaning. For a long time Ripley has seen the handwriting on the wall. And so seeing, he has had small patience with the weak-kneed compromise that invariably has followed the so-called recurrent crises between the four big brotherhoods of the railroads and their employers. There is nothing weak-kneed about Ripley and the rapidly growing group of executives rallying about him. It must come to an issue, open warfare if you please. In such a war either the railroads or their labor will win. But upon the victory, no matter how it may go, definite economic policy may be builded. You cannot build either definite or enduring policy upon compromise. Our own Civil War and the weak-kneed years of compromise that preceded it ought to show that to each of us, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
We are just pa.s.sing through one of the periodic "crises" between the railroads and their four big brotherhoods. These "crises," which, up to the present time at least, have always ended in wage adjustments of a decidedly upward trend, are apt to be staged on the eve of an important election. They invariably are accompanied by threats of a strike--the German _der Tag_ reduced to an American rule of terror. These threats are so definite as to leave nothing but alarm in the public breast.
Then arbitration may be brought to play upon the situation. There is a vast amount of understanding--accompanied by a still greater amount of misunderstanding. The big leaders of the big brotherhoods are no fools.
They are skilled in the new-fangled science of publicity. And so are the railroads. Yet finally the men get their increased wages--or a good part of what they have asked. And finally the cost is slipped along to the public, in the form of increased pa.s.senger fares or freight tariffs. Then, sooner or later, the brotherhood railroad employee feels the increased cost of transportation distinctly reflected in his own rising cost of living. He feels it distinctly, because an instinctive idea of the manufacturer or the distributor is to add on the transportation cost to his manufacturing and selling cost, with something more than a fair margin. Thus a general increase of five per cent in freight rates may only mean that it costs a fraction less than two cents more to ship a pair of shoes from Boston to Cleveland. But the manufacturer in Boston is tempted to add five cents to his selling cost--to cover not only the increase in transportation, but other manufacturing-cost increases, less definite in detail but appreciable in volume. The wholesaler, under the same pressure from a steadily advancing cost of maintaining his business, makes his increase ten cents, and the retailer, not immune from the same general conditions which govern the manufacturer or the wholesaler, protects himself by placing an extra charge of twenty-five cents to his retail patron. If the final patron--the man or the woman who is to wear the shoes--protests, the retailer informs him that the recent increase in freight rates--well advertised in the public prints--is responsible for the new selling price. So has the increase in freight rates been magnified--both in reality and in the public mind.
It is when the brotherhood man or his wife or daughter buys the shoes that they begin to pinch--economically, at least. It is not only shoes, it is clothing, it is foodstuffs, it is coal--the pressure gains and from every quarter. Then the brotherhood man--engineer or conductor or fireman or trainman--rises in lodge-meeting and demands a better wage. His margin between income and outgo is beginning to narrow. He has a family to rear, a home to maintain--a pride in both. In the course of a short time the men at the top of the brotherhoods feel this ma.s.s pressure from below. They must yield to it. If they do not, their positions and their prestige will be taken away from them. So they get together, decide on the amount of the relief they must have, and begin their demands upon the railroads. And when the railroads, with their well-known cost sheets ever in front of them, show resistance, the threats of strike once again fill the air.
Gentle, peace-loving folk of every sort become alarmed. There is turmoil among the politicians, of every sort and variety. After that, arbitration.