Word: salida
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Except for the depot, there are only five buildings in Marshall Pass, Colo. Twice a week the train with the mail from Salida comes chuffing up the Denver & Rio Grande Western, snuffling around the bare ribs of the Colorado mountains like an old hound dog on a cold trail. In the quiet at 11,000 feet, when the wind is right, Postmaster Gus Latham can hear the train coming about an hour before it arrives. Marshall Pass (pop. 11) is the U.S.'s smallest post office. Gus, who has lived in Marshall Pass for the last...
...midst of all the bustle, Congressmen found time to listen to an old friend. Blowing into town from Salida, Colo., bearded 82-year-old Prospector Frank E. Gimlett-who regularly turns up before Congress-clumped up to the Hill to tell Congress what was wrong with the country. His judgment this year: too few gold and silver coins; too many labor unions...
...politely and said they were full up. The old mari turned away. "I been saving a year for this trip," he said, "and I did kinda want to stay where 'H. A. W.'* put up." Washington soon found out why Frank Edward Gimlett, 75, oldtime prospector from Salida, Colo., was in town. Said he: "I came here to find out what we are going to use for money." If necessary, he vowed, he would visit every member of Congress to discover why he was getting greenbacks instead of gold coin for the metal he mined. Opening a leather...
...Today Salida has recovered. Its 3,000 lost citizens have been replaced. Gasoline sales (good tourist index) are up $5,000 a month over last year. Salidans are very fond of W. B., whom they call "Cap." They have tried for three years to tack a $50 raise to his $150-a-month salary, but he says the C. of C. budget can't stand it. On his salary the Foshays live as well as anyone in town...
...white-haired, round, short, blue-eyed, the Cap is having the time of his life putting Salida on the map. Grateful to Salida, he has spurned offers to go elsewhere. On the walls of his office (a little red-brick cottage) hang two pictures of the $3,000,000 Foshay Tower. He still keeps the motto which used to hang over his desk when he was a Northwestern reigning utilitycoon: Why worry? It won't last. Nothing does...