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DROVE STEAM TRAINS ON THE “DISTRICT.”
Mr. F. Cook Looks Back.
RETIRING AFTER 50 YEARS SERVICE
Many Ealing people, who travel daily by the District Railway, will soon miss from Ealing Broadway Station the familiar cheery figure of Mr. Frank Cook, the man who takes the tickets.
Mr. Cook, who lives at 8, Birbeck road, South Ealing, is 65 years of age, and will retire on June 28, after having served the District Railway Co. for 50 years and a month. Starting as a cleaner on May 28, 1881, until ill-health caused him to change over to the position of ticket-collector four years ago, he was a driver.
It was in his capacity as a driver that Mr. Cook has had his most interesting experiences, the greatest of course, being the change from steam to electric trains, which as he put it, “altered all our locomotive aspects”.
Mr. Cook has already been referred to in the “Middlesex County Times” as “the considerate collector”, and, when I saw him at his work this week (writes a ‘MCT’ representative), I found that the description was well deserved.
“Lots of people know me,” Mr. Cook said “and you’ll have to excuse me a minute,” for a train had arrived and the passengers were pouring past him. As they went by, many greeted him as an old friend.
“Oh, the questions !” he exclaimed, good humouredly, and with a twinkle in his eye which suggested that he was very glad to help those who needed directing. “Everyone,” he added, “seems to be nice and kind to me, and I try to be considerate to them. That man used to be my guard,” he said, after a particularly cheery “Good afternoon” to someone who had just passed by.
“Talking about guards,” he continued, “that reminds me of my driving days, and the greatest thing in my life was the transition from steam to electricity. You see, I used to drive those steam trains. Lots of Ealing people will remember them, and how, in those days, everything was black and grimy with going through the tunnels. and yet, when we were all grimy, people could see us in our engines, and were fascinated by us, but now” he sighed “we are shut up in our boxes, and can’t be seen”.
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