Word: fireman
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sounded. Faster and faster it glided, past green lights at little stations, red lights at crossings; and the clicking of the ties became a dreamy foxtrot drumming in the ears of people who twisted on lumpy mattresses in small green coffins in its shadowy Pullman cars. A suddenly frightened fireman stared out at the flying night, then made his way forward and peered into the engine cab. At the throttle was a hand- the steady hand of Engineer William Vanbergen, but the body of Engineer William Vanbergen sagged on the floor, and a grey ooze trickled down the side...
...railroad train is thundering through the night, between Boone, la., and Council Bluffs. The engineer is sick, fainting. The fireman drunk, at his post, does not know. On the block of track a mile ahead, a wheezy freight grumbles up a grade, behind schedule and on the flier's rails. Disaster whines through the cab window, for the prostrate engineer has not seen the block signal, his throttle yawns unheeded...
What are those blue sparks under the engine's front truck? What whistle is this that hoots in the cab? The engineer does not stir, the tipsy fireman cannot hear above his clanking rake and the ' shattering roar of the coal car. The whistle in the cab changes its note...
...inside page five pictures of Mr. Thaw were published: AS DANDY, AS SLAYER, AS FUGITIVE, AS BOY BEATER, AS FIREMAN. Two more photographs meaningly compared his features with those of Harrison Noel, mentally delinquent protagonist of a murder trial now occupying national attention. A chronological table of Thaw's misdemeanors bore the title: "Highlights in the story of wealth, mental decay, vicious living, murder and insane asylums, depicting the life of Harry K. Thaw. . . The Rip Van Winkle of the Bright Light District is hitting it up again. . . His bloated face and protruding eyes mark him as he reels...
...city agreed with Addie?regular hours, meals with green vegetables, sliding down the brass fireman's-pole and running upstairs to do it again. As years went by and she still came and perched on his bed in her nightie to kiss him good morning, Jim trembled to see her French blood fast rounding and ripening her into a woman. The city agreed with Mr. Fippany, too. Long a jaunty gambler, he pulled his hat devilishly over one brown eye and drove about the city, his two mules and a string of ravishing bells marking him for no ordinary junk...