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When hand-stoked coal drove Old 97 down that mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville, the brawny fireman was as essential as the engineer himself. Sweatily, he swung the heavy scoop between the clanking tender and the hellish firebox, pausing only rarely to rest his arm on the ledge of the left-hand window. But Old 97 and almost all the other steam locomotives have given way on U.S. and Canadian railroads to unsung diesels...
Round & Round. This week all these items were tossed in the firebox of Drew Pearson's clangorous Washington Merry-Go-Round. Such fuel, some chestnut-sized, some no bigger than pea coal, and every now & then a nugget as big as a man's hand, has kept the carrousel spinning for 16 years. Next week, the column and its author will share a milestone: on Dec. 13, Pearson's 51st birthday, the Merry-Go-Round will start its 17th year. Under a newly signed contract, Pearson can be pretty sure of four more years as the world...
...essentials of the air engine are extremely simple: a "hot space" heated by an external firebox, a "cold space" cooled by water or air, and two pistons. When one piston shifts cold air into the hot space, the air expands and pushes the second piston away in a power stroke. Then the first piston shunts the air back to the cold space, where it contracts and is ready to start another cycle. A regenerator made of crimped steel wire between the hot & cold spaces keeps heat from being wasted by the moving...
...being bumped around in rattletrap coaches, Bob Young appeared to be a streamlined Galahad on wheels. To fellow railroad men, whom he has unceasingly denounced in magazine articles, full-page ads and speeches for the stagecoach way they run their business, he seemed more like a devil in the firebox...
...Democratic flotsam & jetsam washing about in the Republican flood - a lot of it eminently salvageable. The Solid South's brassbound, high-wheeled old vote-getting machine was hardly splashed, would obviously run as well as ever as soon as somebody chucked a few more corn cobs into the firebox. The Democrats still had the presidency, and the political beaches were littered with postmasters and bales of undamaged patronage...