By order of the Mismanager.
It is requested that any want of attention
by the
Company’s Thumblers and Chaindroppers
be reported to
THIS BOARD.
Be fair to Pickpockets.
Porters are cautioned
NOT
to show Civility to Passengers on any
Pretence whatever.
Infringement of this Rule
will be preceded by
Instant Dismissal.
POLITICAL PLATFORM.
MAN-TRAPS.
WAYWARD.
The great clock, instead of using his hands to show the hours, kept putting them to his nose at everybody that looked at him, and the big station-bell stuck out his tongue most impudently. The mess that took place on the platform was extraordinary—one point which Blunderland railroads have in common with common ones. The porters were tremendously busy picking their teeth and discussing the affairs of the nation, and smiled blandly to those who asked them to do anything. When at last they did move, their proceedings were of the strangest. One took hold of a lady and dragged her along the platform, singing out, “Whose baggage is this?” Another seized two fashionable young ladies, put them on his truck, and accosting an old dowager, asked, “Are these your traps, mum?” A third picked up two children by the legs, swung them over his shoulder, and asked their father, “Shall I put the small things inside the cab, sir?” The boys, seeing what a mess things were in, ran off to get out of the station as fast as they could, for they heard the station-master say that he thought they were lost luggage, and had better be locked up. They made first for a large placard marked “The way out,” with a hand pointing on it, but found that it led into a stone wall.