Word: trains
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Ominous was the atmosphere of official Washington on the evening last week when President Roosevelt's train rolled into Union Station from the West. Secretary of State Hull, looking grave as granite, stepped aboard before it had stopped rolling. Behind the Secretary of State followed the Secretary...
After 20 minutes, Franklin Roosevelt left the train. Photographers recorded the solemn occasion (see cut). It was announced that next day's White House press conference was cancelled lest anything the President might say be misunderstood in war-frightened Europe. The impression was that Washington expected the worst hourly, that Peace hung by a heartstring...
These circumstances were somewhat misleading. With Prime Minister Chamberlain dramatically seeking peace from Adolf Hitler at Berchtesgaden (see p. 75), tension was less that evening than it had been for several days. Mr. Hull met the President's train mostly as a favor to the press. Otherwise reporters would have had to wait through a wet evening before filing accounts of the President's conference with his top diplomat. Similarly, the President's press conference was really canceled because he needed time to read reports. And Secretary Woodring had gone to the station for no reason more...
Cobbler. Year that Harry Bridges entered the U. S., a Tsarist major general, Nicholas Theodore Bogomoletz, who had just distinguished himself on the German front, was put in charge of the armored trains of the White Russian armies operating in Southern Siberia. One night soldiers from General Bogomoletz' own train, drawn up at the station at Posolskaya, inexplicably opened fire on a detachment of U. S. expeditionary forces patrolling the line. Two U. S. soldiers were killed. General Bogomoletz-who said he was asleep when the shooting started-was tried and exonerated by his Russian superiors, much...
...dank, dark, bar of a small-town hotel somewhere in up-state New York. Here they were, the whole train-load of them, stranded, with wash-outs ahead and bridges, out behind, isolated on a flood-girdled island. He was wet and weary and he thought rather apprehensively of the rising waters all around, but the beer was good and, by God, this was adventure of a sort. Out of another day was this dingy room, with its hideously-hewn, dirty-mirrored bar, its splintery floor, its dirty walls plastered with reward notices of rogues, new ond old. On these...