The following poem, written by Mrs. Margith Jackson Meis and her father, Clinton Jackson of Stillwater, Minn., will be of interest to all of you. Mrs. Meis says, 'All of the people referred to in 'The Song of the Steam Engineer' are real as are the incidents.' She hopes the people mentioned will get a 'kick' out of reading it and that it will prove to be interesting reading to the rest of you. She further says,-
'Although I am a member of the 'weaker'(!) sex, I certainly do get a thrill out of running our steam engines together with Dad. Believe me, it was a lot of hard work scraping the dirt and grease off, cleaning, and painting them and getting them in tip-top running condition, but we both agree it was worth the effort. My favorite is the Avery Undermounted, which is the smoothest running little (although it is anything but little!) 'honey' ever. It is truly a 'lady's' engine because of its handling ease.'
(Can be sung to the tune of 'The Martins and the Coys' by Weems and Cameron)
Gather 'round me children and I'll tell
Of Wisconsin in the days of long ago.
When a man could make a living
Without robbin' or a-thievin'.
In the days when steam engines were
all the go.
Oh, the Jacksons and the Moys,
They were old-time thresher boys;
And to get the golden grain out of the
They would get up in the morning
Long before the cock was crowing
Blow the whistle though it was agin
They would get their crews together in
Filled them up with flapjacks and
Hooked the horses to the wagons
To get started without braggin'
Was the hope of ev'ry honest thresher
Oh, Gil Johnson and his boys
Thought that they could make some
So he organized a good steam engine
Got a-hold of an old Huber
And an engineer named Stuber,
Then they steamed it up and really let