Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 214, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 September 1920 — BESSER AT HIGH SPEED. [ARTICLE]

BESSER AT HIGH SPEED.

(Remington Press.) Well, Mr. Editor, as I promised you a. few lines giving a little sketch of my trip. Leaving the good, tittie city of Remington, boarding tile “Apology”'at 7:22- leaving Logansport at 1:50 p. m., getting on a much better train, we skipped along at a good speed through Ohio into Pennsylvania, passing through considerable rain, and before forgetting, did not see a real, good field of corn during that day. Nothing serious transpired to mar our trip thus far, until word came that a train had struck an auto in which our former Governor, J. Frank Hanley, in company with some friends of his' from Ohio, were riding and that all were killed. Of course, being a noted person from one’s home state, meeting the exgovernor at Fountain Park, it sends a shadow of sorrow over one for the time being. In a short time we came to the foot hills, where a “second hog” they call them, a large mogul engine was hitched on in front of the one on our train, the .two dragging us up hill at a good pace. Surely everything was in our favor. The sun crept out from his hiding place only to make the real beautiful more beautiful; passing through tunnels, viewing the majestic mountains, the romantic wobdlands, the inviting lakes, the ever-changing scenery! My, oh, My! You can’t imagine the thrilling sensations one experiences when you look out one side of the coach you see up possibly a half mile, the other side, within a few feet of' the ties it is straight down for .several hundred feet. Standing on the rear platform of the train in making horse shoe bend one can. almost shake hands with the. engineer.’ Scenery, yes scenery! I have seen beautiful pictures but nature has her more beautiful than human - handa can tint them. You remember in the beginning I spoke of the “Apology.” Well, when one takes ride over the mountains, watching those two moguls doing their very best, the nice sleeping apartments, divers and other accommodations, and lastly you reach your destination, I think you run in the third basement at the Pennsylvania station, which covers two large city blocks, one can’t help but think what a great and grand railroad system. r Well, I crawled up the long stairway, wondering where I would land. Did you ever read Dante’s Inferno? .If you did you will know what passed my mind like a dream. Stopped at the Hotel Pennsylvania. Service, yes, service you surely get, but you pay from ten to fifteen bucks a day. I stayed one night. Very truly, E. BESSER.