THE MASTER MECHANIC

Tribute To A Truly Self-Made Man

My Dad

MASTER MECHANICS come in assorted weights, sizes and disposition, but they all have the same purpose - to work every second of every minute of every day to keep the fleet and equipment rolling; and to protest with profanity when their last and final minute is through, the telephone rings and a voice says, "I'm broken down out here in the boondocks, come get me", when everyone else has gone home.

MASTER MECHANICS are found everywhere, on top of, underneath, inside of, working on, beating out, piling through, sweating out or jumping to. Secretaries love em'; bosses ignore them and the District protects them.

A MASTER MECHANIC is a composite, he has the energy of a jet bomber, lungs of a top-sergeant, imagination of an advertising agent, patience of Job, analytical brain of Einstein and the friendliness and humility of a Saint.

Nobody else is so early to work and so late to leave. Nobody else can get so deeply involved with requisitions, material transfers, reports, budgets, major over-hauls, minor over-hauls, flat tires, leaking radiators, empty gas tanks, faulty air conditioners, broken-down transmissions et cetera.

Nobody else but you, Dad, can be so well liked, missed so much or have acquired so many faithful and loyal friends who are most sincere in wishing you a long and happy life of leisure that you so well deserve.

Beginning July 19, 1926, date of employment as auto mechanic, George E. Moore, for the next 37 years, 3 months and 10 days, until his retirement, progressed to motor mechanic, machinist, garage foreman, shop foreman and finally, to Master Mechanic, here to serve in his chosen field until August 31, 1964.

Dad's Retirement Book Containted 178 Signatures...