C USEFUL INFORMATION PERPETUAL CALENDAR To find the day of the week for any given date. 1. Take the last two figures of the year, add 4 of them (neglecting remainder.) Thus: 1949 49 +12= 61. 2. Add for the month, if for Jan. or Oct., 1; May, 2; Aug., 3; Feb., March or Nov., 4; June, 5; Sept. or Dec., 6; April or July, 0; if leap year (that is, if it be divisible by 4 without remainder), Jan., 0; Feb., 3. 3. Add day of month. Divide the sum of these three by 7, and remainder gives the number of the day of the week. Thus: What day of the week is 15th July, 1908? 1. 8+ 2 = 10 = 0 1 knot a speed of one nautical mile per hour In the United States the nautical mile is defined to be one-sixtieth part of the length of a degree of a great circle of a sphere whose surface is equal in area to the area of the surface of the earth. In France, Germany and Austria the nautical mile has a length of 6.076.23 feet. In England the nautical mile is 6,080 feet. Miles at sea are understood to be nautical miles. Therefore it is no more necessary to say "nautical" miles when speaking of a sea distance than to say "statute" miles when speaking of a land distance. Landsmen are apt to confuse knots with nautical miles. A knot is not a measure of distance but a measure of speed, and the only measure of speed in the English language. When speaking of a vessel that travels, say 20 knots, we mean that the vessel is traveling at speed of 20 nautical miles per hour; but the distance covered may be one nautical mile or a thousand, depending upon the length of time during Name. WEIGHT OF BELLS. Kremlin, Moscow, Russia.. St. Paul's, London, England.. 432,000 lbs. 201,600 127,350 120,000 City Hall. New York, U. S. A. 22,500 The three towers of the Houses of Parliament stand up from behind Westminster Hall. On the left next to Westminster Bridge is the Clock Tower (St. Stephen's Tower), (Darlington's London), containing the enormous bell known as "Big Ben."-See Ency. Britannica, p. 539. Big Ben (cracked), bet. 13 and 14 tons. LENGTH OF CELEBRATED BRIDGES. Spanning. Firth of Forth East River Туре. Cantilever Suspension SKY ROCKETS A SAD ERROR. Because a careless compositor left the "out of "plants" the editor, whose paper intended to say, "Mrs. Jones has the finest collection of plants in town," was compelled to flee for his life. TASTES DO CHANGE. "Why, Sally," said the justice, "what are you doing here?" "Well, judge, I wants a divorce." "You want a divorce, Sally? Why, I thought Bill was a good nigger. Ain't he good to you?" "Oh, ya'as, jedge; Bill ain't never hit me a lick in his life." "Well, doesn't he support you?" "Ya-as, sir; he give me 60 cents last Saturday night." "Well, then, what in the world is the matter with you?" "Jedge," said Sally, in confidential tones, "to tell de truf, I jes' los' my taste for Bill." LOTS ARE THAT WAY. "Before we were married I was led to believe you were well off." "So I was, but I didn't know it." The average income of a married man is 3.00 A. M. "My son," said a stern father, "do you know the reason why I am going to whip you?" "Yes," replied the hopeful; "I suppose it's because you're bigger than I am." NOT AS SLEEPY AS HE LOOKED. During the recitation of a college class in natural philosophy, the professor observed a tall, lanky youth in a rear seat, his head dropping, his body relaxed, his eyes half closed, and his legs encumbering an adjacent aisle. In Memoriam It is with deep regret and sorrow that we announce the death of our late Brother E. A. Fegan, of Local No. 27, Rochester, N. Y. His presence will be missed by the members of Local No. 27, and especially by his fellow-workmen, by whom he was held in great esteem. We extend our heartfelt sympathies to his family and friends in this their hour of sorrow. Local No. 27. Rochester, N. Y. M. E. COLLINS, President. In Memoriam WHEREAS, God in his infinite wisdom has removed from earthly scenes our friend and fellowworker, Brother Walter Dawson, and we, the members of Elevator Constructors Union Local No. 39, knowing his sterling worth as a man, an able workman and earnest trade unionist whose willingness and anxiety to assist by words and deeds those with whom he worked, realize the heavy loss sustained by his co-workers; and WHEREAS, To show our sympathy and regret at the loss of his membership; be it RESOLVED, That we extend to his family and relatives our sincere sympathy in their bereavement. “Our Local's Bustin' Up" Or a Box of Jolts and the Need of Starch (From Toledo Union Leader) "Our local's bustin' up," remarked a card-carrier in one of our local towns. "It's what?" I asked. "Going all to pieces." "How's that?" "Aw, this bunch that's been trying to run things have made a mess of the whole proposition." "How so?" "Well, you know, running a local needs somebody with some sense." "It sure does." "The clique that's been running things around here don't know enough to come in out of the wet, far less run a local." "Well, how about the rest of you?" "Oh, the majority of the boys are like myself. They got disgusted long ago and don't bother much about it. This other crowd wants to be the whole bill-of-fare, from soup to nuts, so we just let them go to it." "Some bunch you have." "Well, you know how it is. You get a few fellows into a local. They pull together. Everything goes under the one hat. If you're not one of the gang, well you're not asked to sit down. They just make motions, second them, and over they go. The rest of us don't get a look-in." "Brother, come again. Elucidate to your wondering pal how it is that one little clique, as you call it, runs the local. Don't you vote on the questions which come before the union?" "Sure, but they hold all the offices." "Well, what's that got to do with it?" "Oh, they're some politicians up here. When the inner circle wants to put anything over, they have a nice little caucus before they come into the meeting. The old steam-roller stuff. One of them takes the floor, makes his little talk, another O. K.'s it and the motion is carried. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, it goes through." "Well, if the rest of you don't want it why do you vote for it?" "We don't." "Stand back. A little air, please. That's far enough; thank you. Now repeat. How does it happen if the majority are not in favor of a motion the minority puts it over regardless?" "They always have their crowd out to every meeting." "Now, you said something." "What?" The "It's the old story, pardner. 'wise majority' don't come out to the meetings. They don't risk their reputations as members of the owl family by suggesting or taking part in the constructive work of the local. Oh, no! It's safer and so much easier to 'let George do it.' If George makes a slip, you can pan him and come back with the old wallop: 'I told you so.' Isn't that right?" "What's the good of going to all the meetings? They're running the local. If the rest of us butted in, there would just be arguments, a lot of trouble, and the fellow who took the floor against anything they wanted would probably lose his job." "Kind brother, just come up under this arc light. That's fine. You look perfectly human, thoroughly sound in mind, body and limb. Gee, but you have me doing the whirl. You are a union man. Certainly you are. 'Peace at any price,' eh? Some box of jolts you have handed me. Let me offer you a few thinks that possibly haven't found their way into your headgear. Don't you know, pal, that the fellow who gets anywhere in this dear, delightful old world of ours has got to fight? You've got to fight from the day on. Man you're born until you disappear over the 'Great Divide.' You've got to fight to earn your bread whether you want to or not. You've got to fight your weakness to be a man. Let that one rest in a prominent location in your upper apartment. Call on it often. alive, that's why life is the greatest game of all. It's a battle. There's an even chance to win. Either you're a soldier or a quitter. God Almighty put you here to do your share. If you sidestep, you're cheating. There's no one out to 'get you,' they are too busy getting theirs. Your share is there. Go get it. Don't sit on the fence and look Get into the running. It's worth the exertion. Pardner, hustle right down the street, turn in at that corner grocery and take home a box of starch. Apply it to your spinal column. Stiffen it up. When that operation has been successfully completed, straighten up before the looking-glass in the little old 'hall-room.' Look yourself over. You're there. Don't wait for New Year's. Do it now! Resolve that from now on you're going to do your share. Make up your mind to be out to the meetings. Do your talking on the floor, not on the street corner or in the barroom. Stick to your task. You'll be welcomed. The boys will see you are fighting with them, not against them. All the world loves a worker. Don't waste your effort 'panning' the bunch. They're out there on the firing line scrapping your scrap. Tighten your belt, jump into the trench and fight with them. They need you. You need them. Every good soldier counts. Just jot down in your little book that the fellows who are building up the local, fighting the local's difficulties and holding the organization together deserve the credit. Sure, they'll make mistakes, plenty of them, but give them their due, they're doing their best. Don't ever forget it's those boys who are the backbone of your union. They're the fellows who walk out and suffer the hardships of unemployment rather than see their union go down. They are the busy little bees of the union hive who bring home the honey you drones enjoy. Don't be a card-carrier any longer, Sport; be a union man. Be loyal to those who are protecting your interests. Work for those who are working for you and always remember they who serve will be served. Your local's not bustin' up. You're in a trance. Come out of that 'Rip Van Winkle.' Get that 'majority' together, and 'watch 'er grow.' So long, Brother. Don't forget the starch." TIM. Don't wait for your ship to come in; charter a tug and go out and meet it. Smith-How could my shirts have been lost? They were all marked. Laundryman How were they marked? Smith-One was marked J. Smith and the rest "Ditto." |