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...Prizewinner Fraley Has Her Wish": when you inform the world that Mrs. Walter R. Fraley is ... running a "manually operated handcar," you commit mayhem and drag railroad jargon about by the ears. As boy and man I've functioned as a boomer on 86 pikes as brass pounder, shack, tallow pot, gandy dancer, hoghead* and so forth, from Alaska to Cape Horn; and because I've worked on the Denver & Rio Grande Western Railroad a short hitch, I am sure that a velocipede or "speeder" is not called a handcar on that streak of rust...
...squad of sergeants and a radio operator, taking walkie-talkie calls from patrolmen stationed for blocks around. The radio crackled: "Post No. 3 reporting, 9:30 p.m. All is peaceful." This reassuring word came from the street outside 10630 South Bensley, where six cops sat in a tin shack, a hole in its roof covered by an old dishpan, warming themselves at a portable stove and ignoring the shrill profanity of a gang of teen-agers across the street. If Post No. 3 had reported trouble (as it sometimes did), hundreds of additional policemen would have been rushed...
...crews were in bed by 8 p.m. They were up at 3 a.m. for a breakfast of two slices of French toast and two or three huge cups of coffee. (Each man paid for his own breakfast: 55^.) By 3:30 a.m., they were in the weather shack for a final briefing. Ceiling was at 1,700 ft. and closing down fast. By 4:30 a.m., they were at their planes (the ground crews had been there an hour and a half earlier). While a^ big, square dummy bomb, about the size of a piano crate, was loaded into...
...bottom of one of his boats. He considered his General Orders, especially No. 5: "To quit my post only when properly relieved." Germans in the nearby village of Ginsheim discovered him, and fed him Wurst, sauerkraut, sandwiches and beer. It began to rain; he moved into an abandoned shack near his boats...
...housewife's chance and strolled out to pass the time with a neighbor in the alleys of Pusan's cluttered, teeming Yongju district. When Mrs. Ko returned, the rice had boiled over, the charcoal had spilled onto the floor, and the straw matting of her tiny shack was afire. Moments later the entire house was ablaze. As neighbors tried to put out the fire, a brisk wind whipped the flames against the houses next door, and soon they too were burning. On the fire roared for twelve hours, through block after block of tinder-like huts, cutting...