W. B. Lanigan,
Freight Traffic Manager, Canadian Pacific Railway, Montreal, Que.
An Irishman taking home a large goose after a raffle, stopped at a hillside inn in Wicklow to procure refreshment. Laying down the prize he proceeded to satisfy his thirst when a suspicious looking individual seized the fowl and made off with it. Pat at once gave chase and grasping the runaway by the neck exclaimed, “What did you take the bird fore” “Sure!” said the thief, “an’ I took it for a lark”. “Did ye”, said Pat, “begorra then, you’d make a poor judge at a bird show”.
And by the same token, the man or maid who would take W. B. Lanigan for an uncivil, disgruntled misanthrope, who could not enjoy a lark, would be a decidedly poor judge of human nature. He has rubbed shoulders with good and ill fortune, has contended for thirty-three years with almost every variety of railroading obstacle, hewing his way to comparatively smooth sailing under the “C.P.R.” flag and the ordeal has not impaired his optimistic outlook, but finds him to-day a sociable, approachable and happy dispositioned man of affairs.
Do not infer from this tribute, however, that the gentleman cannot look after himself, does not jealously protect his Company’s best interests and is incapable of administering a merited rebuke, or even a scorching blast, because he can. An old admirer and personal friend described him to me as a hot-headed Irishman of fine parts with whom he had had many a good natured wrangle in his attempts to circumvent the railway’s rates and regulations.
In Three Rivers, Quebec, October 12th, 1861, William B. Lanigan was born and in due time was educated at St. Josephs College of that city and at Stanstead University in Old Quebec. Sharbot Lake Junction is a quiet place and no doubt, was a lonesome spot that night in September, 1884, when he first put his hand to a man’s task as night operator in the Canadian Pacific Railway station. Undaunted, he obeyed orders and began the foundation for a future that led him through practically every phase of freight traffic work from helping in construction and running a ballast train to shed porter, billing clerk, telegraph operator and undertaking the “trick” of train dispatcher.
Dundalk knew him as agent for a year and liked him, but the canny Galtonians got better acquainted during a longer stay. In Galt they were not averse to sandwiching a little Irish with their Scotch and the ingredients were mixed with success. Mr. Lanigan was accepted at par as a sterling neighbor, a good churchman and a valuable municipal asset. He did much to band the business men together by encouraging and arranging the most pleasant rail outings for merchants and manufacturers which the city ever participated in. He took part with several leading citizens in weekly talkfests on various topics, extending his general knowledge and debating powers and was founder of the Toadstool Club in the days when Bob Scott, Robert Ferrah, Martin Todd, the malster, and others gathered with him to receive John Strachan and Malcolm MacGregor of the “Erie,” John Hunter of Allan Line, Joe Hickson of N.Y.C. & H.R.R., with Jimmie Duthie and Miles Overend of Dominion Line.
When he was agent at Galt the Canadian Pacific Railway opened their depot at London, Ont., with a banquet in the new building to commemorate the event. Officials who had arranged the function requested W. B. Lanigan to respond to one of the principal toasts. He acquitted himself so well in his presentation of the subject then and on another occasion at the Imperial Hotel in Galt, when his name was coupled with the district agricultural interests, that General Manager David McNicol felt convinced that the young man could be better used in more important work and he was soon assigned to the duties of Traveling Freight Agent ensuring gradual advancement and prominence.
On one occasion during the period that Mr. Lanigan was City Freight Agent at Toronto, when cautious agents had to figure four different combinations to obtain the best quotation to British Columbia, the writer, in competition with “C.P.R.”, submitted a shipper an accurate rate but not the current minimum weight, which also fluctuated. Mr. Lanigan soon accidentally stumbled on this error in the course of his day’s rounds and came without delay, only to myself, about the matter, discussing the inadvertent oversight in a quiet, most friendly and gentlemanly way and the incident, which could have been magnified, was heard of no more. This is a sample of one of his traits of character and training that prompts men to say “He pours oil on the troubled waters” and smooths the ripples that inevitably arise between his employers and their host of patrons.