#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
One of my favorite signs. I imagine something like this happened when it was put up: “Wow, that’s a big sign.” “Yeah, you’re going to be putting it up in the elevator at the service door.” “Have you thought of may locking the door?” “What?” “You know, lock it so that there’s no risk, sign aside, of us going through and falling to our death.” “Shut up and just install the damn sign.”
One of the prettier Humphry Manlifts in Minneapolis, in my opinion.
On first impression it might look like a funky mailbox, but trust me on this one; it’s a flour bolter chute. In flour milling, “bolting” means sifting the flour through successively smaller screens.
The the left, the nitrating line in War City. To the right, War City’s sole suburb, Charlestown, IN.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.