The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1908-04-07
MISS ROOSEVELT ENGINEER.
Presidents Daughter, Miss Ethel,
Ran Big West Point Engine
From Newman to Atlanta.
Atlanta Journal.

when it steamed into Atlanta at
noon Saturday. She had been it's
engineer all the way from Newman
and had brought it into the terminal
depot here just six minutes alead Of
schedule.
elm so sorry it's wei with,' she
said to Engineer John r. Still, when
the train slowed down and came to
a standstill under the shed. "This
mas been the j%ollicst hour Of my
whole life. I guess Pm the only
presidents daughter who ever ran an
engine"
Strenuous little daughter Of a
strenuous father.
1t was just before The train pulled
out from Newman that Engineer
Still, who lives at 395 WASHINGTON
street, Atlanta, heard a girls voice
behind him calling:
"Mayn't I come across and watch
you, Mr.. Enginccr9"
Slipped Out of Car.
Turning Mr.. Still could scarcely
believe his own eyes. There stood
the daughter Of the president of the
United tates balancing herself easily,
unconcernedly on the tender and tax
ing in everything with an earnest,
wide-open glance. Some man waited
near her and explained to the engin-
Ger that ever since the train left New
Orleans, where the Roosevelts have
been visiting, Miss Ethel had been
teasing her mother for a ride on the
engine. She had slipped away from
the parlor car, it seems, before Mrs.
Roosevelt could realize what was hap
pening and there she stood.
Engineer Still stretched forth his
big hand and lifted her to the seat
near him.
81 suppose you'd like to run the
mogul9' he asked.
go, if you would be good enough
to let me,' answered Miss Ethel,
eagerly.
a minute later her palm had closed
oven the throttle.
"Now pull open the lever" said
the engineer.
Miss Ethel pulled with all hep
might and off rolled The train while
she laughed dclightcdly at what sho
had done. About 10 miles out from
Newman, says Engineer Still, a road
crossing doomed up.
"Give two long and two Snort
whistles,' he said to her.
Up she reached, seized the rope
vigorously and pulled it first with two
long and then with two short move
ments exactly as she had been told.
81 couldn't have done it better
mysclf,' said Mr.. Still.
BY this time the engine was under
full steam and through the window
field after field could be seen racing
by. At several little stations where
the train did not stop people ran out
on their. norches and watched curious
ly this pretty young girl whirled by
as she stood govcrncrning the giant
steam dragon and guarding the safe
ty Of its hundreds of passengers.
81 suppoc they think IT'S funny to
see u woman at the throttlc,' said
Miss Ethel TO Engineer Still.
"What would tncy Think" he said
cNcitcdly, eff they knew it was the
president : dau"htcr?"
The train was now going IS miles
an hour. Trees and hills and distant
houses wiil5Ncd past hk. .nincs Of q
hurried drca"l The tender ratified be
kind. the huge whecls roarcd like a
torrent as they gripped forth for the
track and clcaved the iron way; the
whole train seemed almost dancing
with speed as it swung the curves and
doomed over the trcstles.
"You aren't afraid?" asked the
engineer.
"Mc afraid!' she laughed. "Not
a bit. All I want to do is to run fast
and make Atlanta on time. We're
not behind, arc wee"
Never Mind the Veil.
At That momant a gust Of wind
swept her veil almost off her head.
"Look out; you'll lose it, cau-
toned Mr.. Still.
30, that's all right,' she nearly
shouted, III wouldn't stop now if I
lost my hat. I'm determined to reach
Atlanta on timc.'
And so she did, for when the train