BOUNDING BOUNCERS.

NZ Truth, 4 January 1908, Page 5

BOUNDING BOUNCERS.

— ♦ - . ' It must be. remarked once more that the City Corporation employ some currish samples., of bosses m the Tramway Department, and' it is every week now that the overbearing conduct and autocratic boorishness of some 1/oss or other is told to "Truth-" The latest boorish boss that deserves pillorying is one Francis, who is held of what are called the "black-track-ers," who clean lines or something of that sort. Now, Francis \is a petulant sort of cuss and a nigger-driver -by nature. With nearly every individual unfortunate enough to be under his sway he falls ; diit;.; According' to Friancis's idea' of .thing's, they don't sweat enough for" his /liking, and he is only, happy when fcuilying the worker. He Is a tin-pot t"y.ranlr who deserves to be insulted . m. cold print, . and should* if he got his deserts, , be advised to look somewhere else for a job. . : Recently he accused one hard worker of, shirking his duties, and as a worm will turn., sq .did this hard g*after,< and m no measured tones, he told the boss Francis what he thought of him, and, needless to observe, the opinion passed was not an exalted one. Result of course was the sack for the independent worker. , Morton, S the engineer-in-chief, listened to Francis; and . out went the worker on his pink ear. Now, one would have thought that would have satisfied Francis or Morton. The worker next appeared as a navvy or something m the hard-grafting line on the permanent way. Having been sacked for cheeking some jumped-up bounder or other, who ,is chief- black-tracker, the iden-i tity* of the sacked worker could hard-? ly long be concealed m other muni-, cipal employment. Anyhow, lie was not working long m his new avocation when he again got the bullet.Whether Francis pimped on him a-" g{tf n or whether engineer Morton had a hand is not known, but it is a dir-, ty piece of business all the same.; Workers m the municipal employ have a rotten time generally, What* with bounding, bouncing bosses and over-bosses, who listen to and encourage the carrying of tales, the toiler's, lot is a damned hard one. One of these days these bouncing fellows will he bounced m turn. Every dog has his day. x