Missouri Pacific Railroad

A man told me the other day about a conversation he once held with Jay Gould.

Gould got up from his desk, walked over to the wall, and pointing to a map of the United States, put his finger on the Missouri Pacific Railroad.

There, he said, is the finest railroad property in the United States.

That conversation took place only about a quarter of a century ago.

So obviously, Grand Trunk Western and Milwaukee Road engines, and I also acquire Detroit Toledo and Ironton engines, which were acquired by the GTW a few years prior, run-through engines from parent railroad Canadian National, and paint schemes of railroads that sold locomotives secondhand to the Grand Trunk Western.

So, the Rock Island bankruptcy blue and the Missouri Pacific's blue.

I also make sure that I buy locomotives that match the timeframe that I'm running.

So no modern locomotives, no wide cabs, no modern paint schemes, and I also make sure I don't buy engines that are too old, have outdated paint schemes, or were retired by this time.

All aboard!

I know you heard of the Chattanooga Choo Choo, the Rock Island, the New York Central, the New Haven and Hartford, the Pennsylvania, the Missouri Pacific, the Southern Pacific, the Northern Pacific is terrific.

Oh, but Jack, you heard of the IC and the Santa Fe, but you got to take a ride on the TV.

I'm biding time aboard the Texas and Pacific.

Knowing that black union organizing often attracted opposition, black men stood as armed guard, black men in community, putting their bodies on the line, armed guards around the church while the Phillips County meeting took place.

When a group of white people from the Missouri Pacific Railroad attempted to intrude and spy on the meeting, because never let there be a moment where black people are having conversations that white people will allowed to just happen without trying to spy on it and figure it out which again culturally makes sense because white people were deputized throughout the entirety of the enslavement era to always be monitoring the blacks because even if you did not own enslaved africans you wanted to because that was the economic goal and it was the signal that you were up across And even if you did not own a black person, being able to monitor them gave you a psychological wage of whiteness, which is what I had to explain to the audience, that made you feel like even though you were dirt poor with no teeth in your mouth, no health care, no education for your children, at least you weren't black.

So.

They're having this conversation.

and at six o'clock we opened our evening papers to discover him a prisoner and russia on the threshold of immediate democracy it was the kind of mental shock that is good for us the war was full of such shocks we learned from it in more dramatic fashion than ever before this very necessary truth that nothing is fixed nothing is sure nothing is changeless in this whole wide world A man told me the other day about a conversation he once held with Jay Gould.

Gould got up from his desk, walked over to the wall, and, pointing to a map of the United States, put his finger on the Missouri Pacific Railroad.

There, he said, is the finest railroad property in the United States.

That conversation took place only about a quarter of a century ago.

The war was full of such shocks.

we learn from it in more dramatic fashion than ever before this very necessary truth that nothing is fixed nothing is sure nothing is changeless in this whole wide world a man told me the other day about a conversation he once held with j Gould got up from his desk, walked over to the wall, and, pointing to a map of the United States, put his finger on the Missouri Pacific Railroad.

There, he said, is the finest railroad property in the United States.

That conversation took place only about a quarter of a century ago.

The Leeds Holdup, part one.

What is known in the criminal annals of Jackson County, Missouri as the Leeds Holdup occurred the night of September 23rd, 1898 on the Missouri Pacific Road near Leeds, Missouri, eight miles south of Kansas City.

In order to understand the events that followed this holdup, resulting at last in my arrest and trial for the crime, it is best to give here the account of the robbery as it was published the next day in the Kansas City Star.

That account, written by one of the most graphic writers on that newspaper, follows.

The dull explosion that was heard throughout the southeastern part of the city last night was the work of train robbers.

It was not much after ten o'clock when the robbers dynamited the express car of a southbound Missouri Pacific train a few miles beyond Leeds and eight miles from Kansas City.

That they did not blow off their own clothing was a wonder, for the car was raised, the great iron safe was shattered, and, for a distance of two miles, waybills and papers and fragments of baggage were scattered along the track.

The party of masked bandits, thinking they had cut the telegraph wires to Kansas City, used no stint in the application of dynamite.