El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1917-06-30

IN Toledo the other day I made a
trip on the Willys-Overland Sky
= railroad, with Tim Montgomery at
the throttle.
There was a heavy thundercloud in
the sky just before We started. and
big drops OF rain chung to the cab
window. I didn't fancy the prospect
of plunge through their in the face
Of hurricane, but Tim observed that
the Willys-Overland Sky railroad did
not stop for storms.
The Sky railroad terminal where
we were at the moment, is in an upper
story of that stupendOus Willys-Over-
land plant, which lies near the battle
grounds of "Tippecanoe" Harrison.
Mad Anthony" Wayne and Tecum-
sch Tins little electric locomotive
was resting at the brink of a great
open doorway that led into nothing
ness. II reminded me Of bird stand
ing on the edge Of a roof.
Outside the building, just above this
dizzy doorway, begins 2 lofty trestle
that encircles the shipping platform
on the ground, perhaps a round trip
of a quarter of mile This structure
supports the monOrail of the WHY'S
Overland Sky railroad. which runs on
one track. Tins engine hangs from
it like an acrobat who swings by his
arms from a trapeze-
1 looked out OF the cab window
down this descent and braced my feet
on the oily floor.
Before the Sky railroad was built -
said Tim. the finished Overland cars
were packed in open docks and pushed
out TO the shipping yards by man
power It took eight or ten men to
get car out there"
4 gong Changed somewhere back Of
US and hoarse voice shouted a clear
ance signal. Tim moved his controller
lever. and we went out the door into
space dragging our load. This was a
brand new Overland car. packed n a
box lined with tar paper to prevent
ia ocean air from rustinE the metal
for these cars were going abroad
The huge box was attached TO an
iron framework that hung, as we did
ourselves, from the monoraiL
Always on Time.
Just then the gale hit US. and the
rain on the cab roof sounded like the
rolling of a snare drum. Down below
US I could see men running for shell
ter We SWayed violently, but Tim
shouted above the noise of the wind:
It'd take a tornado TO blow 'er off
the tracks, and you needn't worry
bout washouts. I call FER the Twen-
tieth Century Wulys-Overland lin
tied She always goes through on
time"
Along the rail we slid TO the freight
tracks, where Tim brought his curl
Gus train to a stop above the loading
platform. alongside a string Of box
cars. While we lowered there in the
air. our load was lowered into the
waiting car Clang! went a gong
again
Hold fast~ warned Tim. as he
swung the throttle lever around its
arc We've got some hwy curves
ahead, and some grades"
Surely we did have, and thunder
and lightning, too, but the WHY'S
Overland limited climbed safely up
around the loop and back through
another sky door into the terminal.
where once more It rested on the edge
of the jumping off place.
Another Railway.
Then, as wandered about, I espied
another railway-with its widespread
another railway-with its widespread
ing tracks laid closely to the lofty
ceiling Of a shop that stretched away
dimly among maze of machinery Up
there in the cab Of the motor was
another tangible expression of big
quantity production; by name, one
Hank Jennings
Since nv pass covered a ride over
this strange transportation system.
too. I went up a ladder to a hazardous
station and tagged Jennings as he
bore down upon me with his con-
trivance- A small, grisly man found
him, who eyed me with proper suspi-
cion and examined my passports with
Prussian minuteness before he mo-
toned me aboard, with stern silence
The passenger equipment on this
road is not luxurious. but the scenery
along the line is at least conducive to
serious reflections, for Hank Jennings
and his travelling crane come rather
close TO most of US
Indeed, these colossal devices stand
for the humiliation of time. which is
the devouring factor in production.
Jennings Has Giants Power.
The long arms Of Jennings crane