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...subway at all. It's more a glorified trolley line and its crowded, jerky electrified buses can't compare with the sleek trains of the other lines. And it's a shame too, because the Green Line has some of the best stations and routes in the system. The Copley Square station is probably the best looking from the outside, with its iron grillwork, blending well with the general atmosphere of the Square...
...Bayh lost, he showed himself to be the classiest candidate in the field. His cool public concession in which he urged his supporters to pursue those goals upon which he had based his candidacy won him many votes after the fact. And privately, in the upstairs suite at the Copley Plaza Hotel, surrounded by staff-people, volunteers, and the usual campaign flotsam, he exhibited unusual strength. Moving from worker to worker, especially seeking out those who were weeping, he smiled, hugged and asked them to smile back. An 11:00 p.m. bulletin showed him at 4 per cent, with Ellen...
...counting room at 8:20 p.m., on a phone to the Copley Plaza, when the first precinct out of 2000 came in. It was all over. Bayh was running neck and neck with Ellen McCormack and Milton Shapp in a torrid battle for the cellar. Udall was far ahead, and well on his way to earning the progressive mantle...
Upstairs the platform was almost empty. A uniformed T worker with a bullhorn had just announced to a small band, including a forlorn David Hershey-Webb, that a derailment at Copley Square had broken all Green Line service as far as Kenmore. Above ground, a confused crowd waited for buses. The overland route brought us to Kenmore Square, where another disgruntled crowd milled about. Across Beacon Street, in the Relax-A-Bit coffee house, a streetcar driver sullenly sipped coffee. He looked as gloomy as if he had driven the streetcar off its track himself; perhaps the derailment meant...
...know how the fucker could have done that," the man said. "I've been working on this line for 28 years, and I don't see how it could have happened." The old conductor's voice echoed in the tunnel between Copley and Auditorium. In the dimness before us the streetcar splayed incongruously across the width of the tunnel. Emergency workers hovered about it uncertainly, shook their heads, spat, conferred in short spurts of strategy. Occasionally they would seek advice from the telephones that seemed to grow out of the cave walls. In the dark unfamiliar tube the men spoke...