Word: train
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...presidential train rolled west, Winston Churchill fiddled with his speech until his press relations man finally got it away from him for mimeographing. The old man chatted with Harry Truman, showed off his knowledge of American history, made a creditable stab at reciting from memory Whittier's Barbara Frietchie: "Up from the meadows rich with corn, clear in the cool September morn. . . ." According to his custom, before dinner he rapidly downed five Scotch highballs...
...evening he was off, leaving behind him in Fulton a mountain of rolls, nearly a ton of hot dogs; Fulton had exuberantly expected 40,000; less than 23,000 came. His train rolled east again, while the old man read the papers that were brought him, his pink face lengthening, his blue eyes hardening at the angry editorial comment his speech had aroused. He rested briefly in Washington...
...Bells of St. James's. Richmond's lawns were greening when he arrived in Virginia next day by train. There was a cold drizzle. Winston Churchill pulled a short raincoat over his striped trousers and black coat and got into an open car, gripping a gold-headed cane, puffing a cigar, grinning at the crowds from under his black Homburg. He raised his hand in the familiar V-sign. His old friend Ike Eisenhower was with him. As their car swished along the wet streets, the bells of St. James's Church pealed out God Save...
Still nursing his rowers through a formulative stage, Bolles declared that he would not place his heavy boats in any definite ranking before the beginning of next month, but he expects to keep his five crews working out on the river until spring vacation, and to continue to train at least three or four eights through the recess...
Then on the honeymoon train Colonel Starling had a memorable early morning encounter with Woodrow Wilson. "I entered [the private car] quietly and walked down the narrow corridor flanking the bedrooms. Suddenly my ear caught the notes of a familiar melody. Emerging into the sitting room, I saw a figure in top hat, tailcoat, and gray morning trousers, standing with his back to me, hands in his pockets, happily dancing a jig. As I watched him, he clicked his heels in the air, and from whistling he changed to singing, 'Oh, you beautiful doll! You great big beautiful doll...