From a New York Times Add in the late '60s
The Old Iron Horse
Once upon a time the people built an Iron horse to carry them back and forth from Island to Island and to that mystical land called Brooklyn.
When the horse was young it was very popular and everyone used it...but... times do change and as the horse grew older, many people took to riding around in horse-less carriages.
Still, the faithful Iron Horse worked on ...carrying fewer people every year, as the horseless carriages got fancier and fancier and everyone had to have at least one.
Pretty soon there were so many people and so many horseless carriages going back and forth from Island to Island that they began to get in each other's way.
Then someone said, "Let's take another look at our old Iron Horse, because he hardly ever gets in anyone's way, and he can carry lots and lots of people and then
we can leave our fancy horseless carriages in the barn."
And everyone said, That's a great idea!"
And some people did leave their horseless carriages at home, which pleased their wives, because now they could get out and ride around too.
Then one day it snowed!
It snowed so hard people called it a blizzard.
And the horseless carriages just couldn't go until the snow was cleared away. And no one could fly out of an airport because they couldn't see.
And lots of people said, "Let's get on our good old Iron Horse. He's not afraid of a little snow."
So the all did.
Now the poor old Iron Horse was happy to be so popular again, but he was having his troubles too, because of the snow and the cold. After all, nobody's perfect, especially an old Iron Horse.
But he tried, and he tried, and finally he did manage to get everyone home. But they were very, very late and very, very tired and very, very angry.
And everyone said, "You let us down old Iron Horse. What's the matter with you?"
Hardly anyone said tahnk you. And as soon as the snow melted they all went back to their fancy horseless carriages.
The moral of our story is:
When there's a blizzard, it isn't kind to look a gift horse in the mouth, even an old iron one. 'Cause that's just not fair.
- Your Long Island Rail Road