The Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1931-1952, 1940-01-26


aha before going to Los Angeles.
Putting aside our souvenirs for
the time being, Mary Ellen and !
addressed some cards which we
mailed at Davenport, Iowa, the
first stop of any consequence since
leaving Chicago. We encountered
plenty of snow all the way to FL
Paso, Texas, which was unusual
for what ordinarily is a very warm
climate. Scenic beauty through
out the mid-western states on our
itinerary, which included portions
of Iowa, Kansas, Missouri and Ok
lahoma, offered no comparison at
all to the beauty and grandeur of
the Pacific West, the year around.
Speed at which we were travel
ing took us past acres and even
miles of farm land dotted here and
there with village and small town.
Shadows of night were now swift
ly falling, making less visible the
scenery until the next dawn when
we'd be several hundred miles far
Their down the line.
Well, the big moment was again
upon us. We'd do table d'hote SER
vice. OF course by this time Glenn
had made the rounds during the
day. He had traversed the length
and breadth of this 16-coach train,
finding much favor with many of
the crew. We went in to dinner
near Semour, Iowa, and didn't get
back to our coach until we reach
ed Excelsior Springs, Mo. The
diner was very attractive with its
Golden State insignia mounted in
the wall panels and engraved on
the menu folders. This dinner
tasted better than any tried thus
far. OF course, I'll admit the sup
erb service gave the immediate
environments an atmosphere of
non-resistance. Mr.. K. F. Bremell,
steward, Mr.. E. Wilson, chef, w.
H. Johnson, Chris c. Smith, Wal
ter E. Davis, Arthur ]. Harris and
Macer Strine, all with headquart-
ers in Los Angeles, contributed the
crew. We were reluctant to depart
still we were aware that we'd have
two more days with them.
Kansas City
We had almost an hour in K.C.,
arriving at 1913 OPP. m. Contem-
plated contracting Mrs. Williams,
widow of the late Rev. w. c. Will
liams, who at one time pastored
st. John, Omaha. Also wanted to
say hello to the Rev. and Mrs. Geo.
F. Martin, former pastor of Beth
ell in Portland. However, by the
time we had pushed our way thru
the milling crowd in K.C.'s mag
nificent depot, purchasing souvenir
cards, addressing and mailing the
same, we had a little time left to
see more of this gigantic struc-
ture. The loud speaker called out
Golden State Limited. Soon the
corridor was filled with eager
passengers making their way to
the train. X. C. was the destina-
ton for many we'd travelled with
all day. Many other joined us, in
Guiding a Mrs. Flurrena Douthand
of ST. Louis. It was quite late
now so we waited to become &C
quainted next day Saturday.
In the hush of the night while
all aboard slept, except those who
kept vigil and he who kept his
hand on the throttle and his eye on
the rail, we missed seeing one of
the engineering marvels of this de-
cade. The streamlined Cimarron
River Bridge, few miles east of
Liberal, Kans., near the Oklaho-
ma state line. We were told by
Mr.. Wilson, the chef, that to cross
this bridge was as thrilling as TAX
ing "sky ride"
Mrs. Douthund (the lady from
st. LOUSY and I were very neigh
borly the rest of the journey into
Los Angeles. Learned that she
was a member of st. Paul A,M.E.
of which the Rev. Frank Reid, as
pirant for the Bishopry, is pastor.
Mary Ellen and were very inter-
ested in the many activities am
ong the young people in st. Louis
as we'll as the civic, business and
religious life as told by Mrs. Dou-
thund, who has three daughters,
one just Mary Ellen's age.
My how time flies! 1t would
to keep up with the Golden State
Limited. Well, here we are just
off the Texas state line in Mexico,
the next stop is Tucumcari. We
had checked our luggage this far,
intending to take bus to Clayton,
N. NJ, in order to spend some time
with my father, Mr.. ]. H. King, at
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