Word: choos
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...floor to the middle of the room. It snakes up a chair and into an outsize set of headphones worn by the pilot-uh, the listener. In the room, there is silence. But inside the earphones, pouring full-blast into the auditory canals is the sound of-a choo-choo train...
...Midnight Choo Choo. Bluebell fans happily set about repainting the gingerbread Victorian station in its original hues of chocolate brown and yellow, with no intention of stopping there. Wives and children helped clear the track of weeds, and retired railroad men nostalgically offered their services free if locomotives and rolling stock could be found. To raise cash. 1,350 memberships in the society were sold at 1 guinea ($2.94) a year. Impressed at last, the ministry agreed to rent the society the Bluebell's trackage for $6,300 a year...
Last week more than 2,000 Britons descended on Sheffield Park Station, many of the men in batwing collars and the women in high-button shoes and Victorian bonnets. To the strains of When the Midnight Choo Choo Leaves for Alabam', the Bluebell-consisting for the present of two freshly painted wooden coaches between a brace of antique steam engines -chuffed down the track at a sedate 25 m.p.h. Minutes later, reaching the end of the line, the volunteer engineer and fireman hopped out, hurried around to the rear engine, fired it up and brought the train, all whistles...
Died. Mack Gordon (real name: Morris Gittler), 54, jumbo (over 300 Ibs.) Hollywood lyricist (Chattanooga Choo Choo, Did You Ever See a Dream Walking?), longtime partner of the late Composer Harry Revel (TIME, Nov. 17); of a heart attack; in Manhattan...
...Connell as a card shark. When the choo-choo gets bullyragged by a few robbers at a wood stop, all three have inadvertently been left behind. But old home week is only just beginning. The "deserted" cabin in which the abandoned trio hopes to spend the night turns out to be chock-full of Cooper's childhood chums, now hiding out in well-whiskied obscurity...