Word: ramps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next morning it was drizzling as Franklin Roosevelt climbed the ramp to his private railroad car. At the top he turned and shouted "Oh, Henry!" Manager Henry Hooper of the Foundation scurried up. "Henry, I forgot to tell you: I left two bags of seeds, one walnut and one pine. I wish you would plant them in the nursery." Up went the gangplank. Off went the train. When the special stopped at Chattanooga, the President quit work on his speech, went out to the rear platform. "I don't have to tell you," he declared to the station crowd...
...personalities chimed in with appropriate sentiments which were broadcast over a nationwide hookup. At Alameda a crowd of 20,000 clustered about a platform on the flat, sandy spit, paid less attention to the speeches than to the Clipper, which floated, its motors idling, a few yards off the ramp. There was little applause when Postmaster Farley arrived, looking glum. There was no applause when Governor Merriam, trudging across the beach, remarked: "Ah, footprints in the sands of time." Shy, young (37) President Trippe rose to act as toastmaster...
...Every afternoon contests were held for the easiest car to start, easiest to stop, easiest to steer. Winner of the steering contest had to navigate safely through a maze of boxes and barrels strewn on a plank track at 8 m.p.h. On the roof of the Garden was a ramp for hill-climbing demonstrations...
When Gus Gennerich wheeled him up the ramp from the colonnade into the new office building. President Roosevelt was beaming with happy expectation. So were the 120 members of the "gang," as Louis Howe calls the White House office force. They were delighted to have a wholly air-conditioned building to save them from the summer's heat; delighted with the roomy basement offices extending out under the lawn and surrounding a little sunken court with a fountain in its centre; delighted that in place of the beautiful but useless McKim dome over the old waiting room, their palace...
...same thing that Leader Robinson had made a joke of. His children, grandchildren, wife and friends following in four cars behind, the President rode hatless to the Capitol. His secretaries clucked their tongues at the wreaths of mist which hung about their bareheaded chief as he swung up a ramp to the House wing. On the arm of his son James he passed into the well of the House and after a round of applause and a volley of cheers, began to deliver his message to the first and only regular session of the 73rd Congress...