November, 1949 - Milwaukee Road Archive
November, 1949 - Milwaukee Road Archive
November, 1949 - Milwaukee Road Archive
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How Well Do You Know<br />
Your Railroad?<br />
THIS month's offering for the<br />
people who know their railroad<br />
was taken by a man employed by<br />
a competitor line, but he enjoys<br />
reading The <strong>Milwaukee</strong> Magazine,<br />
particularly "How Well Do You<br />
Know Your Railroad?"<br />
Here are a couple of clues: The<br />
train is northbound, and the<br />
building at the left is a hotel.<br />
Among the many who guessed<br />
right on last month's picture was<br />
C. H. Coplen, an operator in Spokane,<br />
who stated that he had no<br />
trouble identifying the Plummer<br />
Junction station, since he was the<br />
first agent ever to serve in the<br />
building. That was in 1912. Conductor<br />
E. R. Burns of Alberton,<br />
Mont., identified the train as<br />
freight No. 264, eastbound from<br />
Malden, Wash., on the freight<br />
main line, while the track to the<br />
right is the line which goes via<br />
Spokane and is used mainly by<br />
passenger trains.<br />
P. W. Tift, chief operator at<br />
Plummer Junction, ventured the<br />
opinion that maybe it was Spokane<br />
Union Station.<br />
The "mystery picture" in the October<br />
issue. showing Plummllr Jet.. Idaho.<br />
The Right Man for Murder<br />
my car. Hardly had I done so when<br />
I saw, just ahead of me, a lady heading<br />
toward the chair car behind mine.<br />
I had met this lady at a party several<br />
days before and while she was possessed<br />
of much charm she was, to<br />
my experience, the world's greatest<br />
talker. I was appalled. Suppose she<br />
should see me and insist on carrying<br />
on our conversation from where we<br />
had left off!<br />
I wanted to relax. I had a good<br />
book, and I didn't want to talk all the<br />
way to Chicago. So I hung back for<br />
a step or two to hide behind some<br />
passengers who were going my way<br />
and in that fashion continued toward<br />
my car, from time to time glancing<br />
fearfully over my shoulder at the<br />
lady, who had .loitered and was quite<br />
near.<br />
£"..5 I approached my car I noticed<br />
that the porter was looking at me<br />
closely. When I presented my tickets<br />
he ignored them but asked me<br />
whether I had read about the frightful<br />
murder. Somewhat surprised by<br />
the remark, I replied that I had and<br />
that the morning paper had reported<br />
an arrest, although there was a doubt<br />
whether they had the right man.<br />
"No sir," said the porter, "I don't<br />
think they've caught the right man<br />
yet!" And with that he placed a viselike<br />
hand on my shoulder.<br />
For a moment I didn't know what<br />
to make of this. Just then someone<br />
I knew came along and spoke to me<br />
by name, whereat the porter took his<br />
hand from my shoulder, although<br />
somewhat uncertainly, and helped me<br />
into the car. It was only after I was<br />
seated that I realized he had noticed<br />
my stealthy and furtive approach and<br />
had decided I was the real murderer<br />
making a getaway under cover of a<br />
false arrest.<br />
I imagine he was disappointed<br />
about losing that reward.<br />
An advertisement in the June issue<br />
of Trains magazine publicized the<br />
fact that the <strong>Milwaukee</strong> <strong>Road</strong> wilt<br />
observe its lOath anniversary next<br />
year and, in preparation for the cerebration,<br />
is rooking for historicar data<br />
about the railroad and its predecessor<br />
lines. Among the responses it brought<br />
from rail fan readers was the forrowing<br />
story from Graham Bush, Mount<br />
Vernon, N. Y., which, while it has no<br />
historicar significance, is worth the<br />
re-teHing as an amusing experience.<br />
WAS around 1912 and I was<br />
I T making my annual visit to some<br />
cousins who had a summer place on<br />
Lake Michigan about 15 miles north<br />
of <strong>Milwaukee</strong>. Several days before<br />
I packed up to go home a brutal mur<br />
16<br />
del' was committed in the vicinity.<br />
There was no clue to who did it, no<br />
apparent motive, and everyone in the<br />
neighborhood was jittery. Naturally,<br />
it was front page news and a large<br />
cash reward was offered for the caphire<br />
of the murderer.<br />
On the morning I was to go away<br />
the papers reported that a man had<br />
been arrested for the crime, but that<br />
there was some doubt as to whether<br />
he was the actual culprit. I had<br />
engaged Pullman space on the<br />
CM&StP express for Chicago, leaving<br />
<strong>Milwaukee</strong> at about 11 A.M. In due<br />
course I reached the station, took up<br />
my tickets, and when the train came<br />
in, started across the tracks toward<br />
-AND A PAIR OF<br />
SAFElY SHOES<br />
FOR TH' OLD MAN!<br />
The <strong>Milwaukee</strong> Magazine