Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 131, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 June 1917 — “Whar’s the Speeret?" [ARTICLE]

“Whar’s the Speeret?"

Daniel Willard, president of the B. & 0., and the man President Wilson has chosen to organize industry for war, will tell you about a trip he once made to see his father up in the fine old Vermont town, soon after he had acquired the “99” and was justly proud of her. He had expected the big new private car to make quite a hit with his father. But the older railroader Tnade few comments upon it. He inspected it carefully, opening all the table drawers and locker doors. Finally he turned squarely upon his son. “Daniel,” said he, “whar’s the speeret?” He had drifted into the old-fashioned name for liquor once used up in the northeast corner of the land, but Daniel Willard understood. He knew that his father was thinking of other days, of the official cars that had once swept disdainfully by the little depot at Windsor, and he replied: “Not now, father; they’re not railroading that way nowadays.”*—Everybody’s Magazine.