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...electric locomotive, Engineer Oskar Sauerbrey gave it a lot of thought. He throttled her up. "I think we are going too fast," yelled Fireman Karl Rupp. Engineer Oskar simply opened the throttle some more-to 60 m.p.h. (the permitted limit), to 70, 80, 84. Back in the diner, cups and saucers crashed from cupboards, and in the compartments, people locked arms to keep from smashing against the walls. Women fainted in the aisles. A doctor was knocked unconscious by a tumbling suitcase as he treated his sixth patient...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Oskar's Special | 8/26/1957 | See Source »

...steep inclines, around mountain curves at 75 m.p.h., D-961, spitting sparks and smoke from the wheels, zipped along until at last, 39 miles out of Salzburg, a 21-year-old diner steward took matters into his own hands, pulled the emergency brake. As the train screeched to a halt at Prien, Stationmaster Johann Birner, roused by frantic phone calls from down the line, said to Oskar: "LokomotivfÜhrer, I think you are drunk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Oskar's Special | 8/26/1957 | See Source »

Undigestive Process. In Southampton, England. Waiter Kyriacos Miltiadou was fined $28 for knocking down and kicking a diner who failed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Apr. 22, 1957 | 4/22/1957 | See Source »

...roadside diner in California one day last week, a green and white 1954 three-hole Buick sedan came to a gentle halt and an elderly couple got out. They were tourists, just passing by. The birdlike little woman chattered warmly to the counterman as she ordered weak tea. Her husband, a tall, stooped, somber man in a sports jacket, remained aloof. His heavy, bald dome wrinkled uneasily; his face drooped; his mouth was firmly shut. He folded and unfolded his big hands, cracking a knuckle occasionally and gazing, with utter absorption, at the garish, commonplace surroundings. His blue-grey eyes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: The Silent Witness | 12/24/1956 | See Source »

...were an 18-hour succession of Republican breakfasts, Kiwanis Club luncheons, women's teas, greetings on Main Street, conversations in corn fields and gasoline-station stops. The gas stations were important. There he would shake hands with the man at the pump, greet the mechanic, stride into the diner for a word with the fry cook and a cup of coffee with the customers. The Iowa traveler was Leo Hoegh (pronounced hoig), and he was engaged in one of the most complex processes in American politics: running for governor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: IOWA: Against the Anthills | 10/22/1956 | See Source »

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