Charles Buxton Going

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Charles Buxton Going (April 4, 1863 - 1952 in France ) was an American engineer, author, and editor. Born in Westchester N.Y., Going attended Columbia College School of Mines, where he graduated in 1882. Columbia University awarded him the honorary degree of M.Sc. in 1910. Mr. Going immediately began work in the Middle West in industrial and corporate management. He joined the staff of the Engineering Magazine in 1896, becoming managing editor in 1898 and editor in 1912. He did much to discern, define, and establish the profession of "industrial engineering." He became special lecturer on the subject of "industrial engineering" at Columbia, Harvard University, New York University, and the University of Chicago.)

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The Song Of Steel

Yea, art thou lord, O Man, since Tubal Cain
Brought me into being, white and torn with pain-
Wrung me, in fierce, hot agony of birth,
Writhing from out of the womb of mother earth.

Art thou, then, king, and did I make thee lord,
Clothe thee in mail and gird thee with the sword,
Give thee the plough, the ax, the whirring wheel-
To every subtle craft its tools of steel?

Look! We have slain the forests, thou and I-
Soiled the bright streams and murked the very sky;
Crushed the glad hills and shocked the quiet stars
With roaring factories and clanging cars!

Thou builder of machines, who dost not see!
That which thou mad'st to drive, is driving thee-
Ravening, tireless, pitiless its strain
For thy last ounce of work from hand and brain.

Are thy sons princes? Hard-wrung serfs! They give
Toil's utmost dregs for the bare chance to live;
They dig and delve and strive with sweat-cursed brow
In forge and shop. Master? Nay! Thrall art thou!

Fool! Serving, I have slaved thee. Master Fool!
To forge the sword, nor know the sword should rule;
To make the engine, blind that it must lead
Fast and yet faster on the race of greed.

I, Steel, am King- thy king in more than name!
Lo, I am Moloch, crowned and throned in flame,
Holding thee slave by lust of thy desire-
Calling thy first-born to me through the fire!

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