The Washington herald., 1918-01-21

Of cardboard that lets me ride now
and was going home on the
| ''Pennsy'' and we were clipping 'er
off. looked out the window and said:
My. We must be doing about fifty
miles an hour"
"oh." said my mother, I'VE are not
! going over thirty"
The conductor came in, and said:
How fast are we going
He said: I'VE are clipping her on
about forty miles. and pretty soon we
will drop over and go down a grade
and we win run there sixty-five miles"
We got over there and were going
that fast, and the coffee wouldn't slop
| out Of your, cup.
Every few years. the Northwestern
and the Burlington run to see who
will get the fast-mail contract to haul
the mail from Chicago to Omaha and
back, and they run the wheels out
from under the engines on those oc-
casions. They usually run during the
month of February when 1t Is hard
est to make steam, when there Is fric-
tion on the steel. and Il Is hard for
her to get freedom. The race Is run
and the winner gets the contracts, and
1t is worth about s7,o0o0 600 a year to
the railroad that gets the contract
Race Neck to Neck.
Old Tom Peyton had a long head on
him. He put in a double track in or
der that the Burlington might have a
clear road. And they were running
neck and neck, and it was along the
last of the month. One day they
rolled into Creston, Iowa. on the Bur-
| lington. loo miles east of the trans
| fer to Council Bluffs. and they were
- minutes late when they struck
Creston, Iowa They telegraphed
ahead and found the Northwestern
was on time and hitting her on sixty
miles an hour.
My friend George Goodrich was In
charge. George was told they were
49 minutes late and that the North
western was on time. Then they cou
pied her and set the emergency air
brake on the mail cars and put on a
mogul to push her SO as to give her a
good start out of the yard. The su-
/ perintendent came out and said:
George, the Northwestern is on
! time, and we are just 81 minutes late,
now. We have given you q through
track up to the transfer. Put her
| there on time, George, or put her in
the ditch. You won't need your time
card"
Before he got to the end of the plat
form he was going thirty miles an
hour. He ran away from the old
mogul. We could hear him coming
down the road from where We were.
There was a thin coat of snow, and
down the hill he came and he just
caught a glimpse of him as he went
down. He had his old hat down over
his head and his big gloves on and he
had 'er in the top notch. and, believe
me. he was going somei
As he went by let out a yell like
an Indian and threw my hat into the
neck and in my ears and I turned to
the conductor and said: Great God!
! how fast is he going?"
He said: bill. il he's turning a
wheel he's going seventy-five miles ali
hour, and il he Jumps the track he'll
l never stop inside the right-of-way."
| And they came to Glenwood hill.
| The fireman said to me later: Bill, 1
never got half as much speed as that
| I loaded her up just as she got her
head over the hill to come down. I
| turned to see what was being done
and IL that old fool didn't give her
two more notches. Bill, I just fell
down"
She would sway from side to sid1
as her old fianges hit the rail. She
lifted SO high that she slipped her
| braces, she melted her babbitts. On
| he went, shrieking and screaming
through Glenwood and through Paci-
| hc Junction. On they rode! And at
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