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This put new emphasis on the roundabout northern way-into Vladivostok, by rail to Chita or Verkhne Udinsk, thence by mechanical and animal caravan down the Mongolian desert to China, 3,700 miles in all from Vladivostok to Chungking. Links in the route were not exactly new; their origins as a pack trail predated Marco Polo, Genghis Khan and the mighty Chin. About three years ago the Chinese began to fix up the road, stringing repair shops, gasoline dumps and food stations across the tundra...
Arizona has all the symptoms of a spectacle. The prelude, in which the camera follows a long caravan across the mountains into the dirty, becrusted little town of Tucson, is filled with all the miscellany which Hollywood attaches to a scene to make it Big. The Tucson of 1860 is painstakingly reproduced to the smallest adobe-brick hut; the streets are crawling with extras, packed with props. Before the end there appear at one time or another 600 head of Hereford cattle, 485 horses, 1,200 ("thousands of") extras, 150 rippling, bare-skinned Papago Indians...
...Jersey, the last leg of the great political caravan, he had ridden into Elizabeth with confetti from New Brunswick still in his hair. He was the same confident Wendell Willkie who had said before his nomination: "I am the cockiest fellow you ever saw." Saturday noon, the train had rolled into Penn Station in New York City, and stopped at last. That night, more than 22,000 supporters jammed Madison Square Garden in the most tremendous rally veteran reporters had ever seen, and Willkie raised his arms, to receive an ovation that transcended everything that had gone before...
Next day the train rolled on to Youngstown. In the chill morning, with a light fog rolling down the valley, the caravan was under way at 9 a.m. through quiet crowds that welled into one enormous throng in Public Square, roofed tenuously by vast webs of paper streamers. Willkie spoke simply, clearly, effectively. The crowd loved...
There was no letdown that day: into Pittsburgh the caravan rolled like a victorious army, through enthusiastic crowds that finally burst into one roaring welter of people and noise in the city's famed Golden Triangle, where blizzards of torn paper swirled and settled only to swirl up again as new waves of screaming rolled up. Only casualty: a motorcycle policeman hit on the wrist by a telephone book someone had neglected to tear...