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...head out the window; drunken Paul Olivier terrifying the other patrons of a cabaret by fondling a revolver with a view to suicide, readily giving up to the headwaiter, then pulling a second from another pocket; The final shot from above the deserted street in which wait the abandoned cab and flower cart...
...would be more to the point if Author Grouse (It Seems Like Yesterday, Mr. Currier & Mr. Ives) and Funnyman Ford should defy their audiences to detect the slightest bit of sanity in the antics of their comedian-Joseph Lytell ("Joe") Cook. Mr. Cook is Broadway Joe, beloved hansom cab driver and a horse's best friend, a devotion which ultimately elects him Mayor of New York. His first appearance is made in front of Rector's. The painted backdrop does not look much like the facade of Rector's; neither does Broadway Joe's cab look...
...Binghamton was a fast milk train (No. 2). At the throttle was Engineer Martin ("Biddy") King, 62, heavyset, red-faced veteran of the Erie service. As he approached B D tower, the block signal changed from red (stop) to yellow (caution). An air whistle tooted in his cab as part of the automatic train control system. To acknowledge that signal and keep his train rolling, Engineer King pulled down a small lever. He knew he was in dangerous territory, that the running rules required him to be able to stop in the length of his own vision. He pulled open...
Soon after the disaster Engineer King, dazed but unhurt, was sitting on his seat when an Erie official climbed into the cab ordered him to test his brakes. They were in good order. At the investigation that followed King admitted he saw the signals, knew No. 8 was just ahead, put on speed against the rules. Accused of "assuming too much," he replied: "Everyday service led me to assume. It made me a little bold. I was taking a chance and going a little too fast. . . . But the collision wouldn't have occurred if No. 8's flagman...
...sedan started up with a jerk, shot down Wolf Road. The taxi driver and his passenger leaped from their cab, began dancing up & down in the road, waving their arms at an army airplane overhead. The airplane picked up their signal, nosedived. Instantly along Wolf Road, down which the sedan was racing, squad after squad of armed policemen appeared from ambush. A barricade was flung across the road, cutting off the sedan's escape. The airplane was swooping down, into machine gun range. The sedan shot into a side road, turned around, sped back over Wolf Road. Coming head...