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Tidy & Tiny. The short lines bear such quaint names as the Arcade & Attica, the Belfast & Moosehead Lake, the Hoosac Tunnel and Wilmington and the Tweetsie. Most of them are operated by small businessmen for whom railroading is still a shirtsleeve job and the romance of the rails a pleasant bonus. But apart from a handful, like North Carolina's Tweetsie, and the Reader Railroad in southwest Arkansas, which have made their puffing steam locomotives colorful and profitable tourist attractions, romance is not what the short lines are run for. Says an Interstate Commerce Commission official: "There's money...
...Costello are in it and that makes it funny. They inherit it from a murdered gangster, refuse to be frightened out of it by the ectoplasmic machinations of their donor's mob, hold on until they hit the jackpot: the dead gangster's fortune cached in a moosehead. This feeble chronicle is considerably enhanced by such sure-fire episodes as greaseball Lou Costello climbing in bed with a ghost...
What is purportedly the finest Moosehead ever to have come out of the State of Maine has been presented to the Athletic Association by Bill Cunningham, sports columnist of the Boston Post...
Autumn had cleared Maine's Moosehead Lake of its summer visitors and lonely little Kokadjo was lonelier than ever when Allen Macdougall, 61-year-old trapper, one day noticed a small infection on his leathery left hand. There had been a few scratches on it when he skinned some foxes a week or so before, but that seemed nothing. In his years of trapping he had had hundreds of scratches, skinned hundreds of foxes. Trapper Macdougall went on following his lines, coming home at night to sleep alone in his tiny, mud-chinked hut near the deserted sporting camp...
...last time I was up it went on from the opening of the fall drinking season, to Maundy Thursday . . . . yes and ended in the spring disinheritance . . . . weekend Indeed, why the Hoosick Whisick party itself wasn't over for eight days . . . . not until somebody found the last mural moosehead floating under Harvard Bridge and the plumbers had removed a stuffed badger from the innards of my open plumbing fixture . . . . a pretty notion of a weekend, just getting the, old grad back and doing a job on him . . . . what about my reputation? . . . . last year you know damn well you pushed me through...