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Nobody knows how many hoboes there are in the U. S. Nobody knows how many of them are women. Relief Administrator Harry Hopkins says there are 6,800. "BoxCar Bertha," whose ghost-written autobiography appeared last week, doubles the estimate. Whether or not Bertha is always strictly accurate in her figures or her facts, her narrative is cauliflower-ear-marked by the brutal truth, wears no wig. Beside Sister of the Road, such recent revelations as Mark Benney's Angels in Undress and John Worby's The Other Half, pale into comparative respectability. Bertha's birthright...
...tricky tit-tat-toe of tactics but a muddled melee of men. To stay-at-homes with a clear wrong view, the war might seem a campaign, a crusade, a cause; but to the men who did its manual labor it was "a bellyache, a confused strife for boxcar space, a useless march, a grudge at troopers and gunners and wagoneers, a surfeit of hills and towns and faces and sunshine and rain of the Cumberland Valley. It was too many men and too few women, it was homesickness and yet wanderlust, and a cut finger which was slow...
...Wilmington, Del. Last week, in a special car pulled by a special engine. Dr. Ernst's dynamite arrived. Confronted with the difficulty of transporting a package no bigger than a soap box which was nonetheless capable of blowing up a complete train, du Pont had hired a whole boxcar, nailed the crate to the floor in the middle, sealed the doors, plastered the outside with placards screaming EXPLOSIVES! The car was then coupled to a regular freight train, rolled north to Poughkeepsie. No freight train was available to carry the car on to Stanfordville, so it was coupled...
...five minutes the widow of "Wiley Post remained alone in a boxcar at Bartlesville, Okla., wept as she took leave of the crated Winnie May, off to Washington's Smithsonian Institution...
...another & another. They gasped a few words about the carnage inside. Cub Howey dashed into a saloon next door, telephoned his editor (who was certain Howey was drunk), paid the bartender $5 to tie up the telephone, one of the few in the neighborhood. When the day was over, boxcar headlines were screaming "736 DEAD...