100 years ago: The mining engineer.

(With humble apologies to Wayne Darlington.)

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The following article ran in the April 6, 1922 issue of the M.C.M. Lode. 

 

If you have been to any school or college

And possibly have got a sheepskin too;

If you absorbed a fair amount of knowledge, 

Or knowing not can look as though you do;

If you can run a survey like a “civil”

And analyze an ore by wet or dry; 

If you can build with neither square nor level

And lay out towns with just the naked eye.

 

If you can wear your dress suit, sack, or jumper

And look at ease in each one just the same;

If you can take the job of “Supe” or pumper

Or any other man who quits the game;

If you can set a bone and tie up sinews,

Or later preach a sermon for the dead;

If you can talk like Webster, Clay, or Depew

And turn a dinner table on its head; 

 

If you can go to some dead far-off land-end

And see its glorious future from the start;

If you can stick through troubles till the grand end

And never lose your patience nor your heart;

If you can run a buck-saw or a kingdom,

Or turn a petty monarch inside out;

If you are there to see the final thing done,

That justifies the blows you dealt about;

 

If you can hold a board of cross directors

In happiness against their gaudy schemes;

If you can dodge the wrath of the electors

Till dividends will flow as in their dreams;

If you can make a mine pay from the grass roots

No matter what the time or place or year;

We’ll add the title “MINING” when

Then on my soul until the final blast we call you “ENGINEER.”