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The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 64, July 1960 - April, 1961

Book Reviews

book could be used by teachers in the elementary schools for
reading parts (not all) of the story to youngsters, if the teachers
corrected the mistakes. The book is too inaccurate for a Junior
High School library. A sharp seventh grade student in Texas
History could detect many of these mistakes. As a saving grace,
the photographs of Indians are good, but the sketches are poor.
The Electric Interurban Railways in America. By George W.
Hilton and John F. Due. Stanford, Califcrnia (Stanford
University Press), 196o. Pp. ix+463. Illustrations, maps,
index. $9.50.
Out of nearly five hundred pages in this bool only a bare
dozen deal with the electric interurban in Texas, and they are
sober pages almost to the point of being statistical. But what
memories they evoke! A little boy, one hand in his mother's,
standing at Stop Oakland to catch the local into downtown Fort
Worth. Thirteen cents each way. Mother never accepted the
machine age, but she defied the interurban regularly by planting
herself on the edge of the track and flagging like mad. The train
would have had to move her to get by. It had the power but she
had the spirit. If the interurban had picked up someone at Stop
Six, the next one to the east, we could be a bit less vigorous, for
it would not have gathered speed.
And then there were the Limiteds. The book's statistics con-
firm my belief carried over from childhood that they traveled-
careened and screamed-at sixty miles an hour, when "going like
sixty" represented the ultimate in distance gobbling. About once
a year I would be startled in the night by squealing brakes and
that ineffable shock of collision, followed by the shrill shrieks of
the wounded. We would count the family, congratulate ourselves
that my eldest sister had been in for thirty minutes, and go down
to the corner to wonder at the dead, sympathize with the hurt,
and anticipate the ambulance sirens as their cries split the still
night. In a life whose chief excitement was arguing with my
friend Adrian over who got to "choose-up," the Limited brought
a brush with disaster that spiced the life of a neighborhood full
of children whose days and nights were planless.
One night the North Texas Traction Company office was held


Texas State Historical Association. The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 64, July 1960 - April, 1961. Austin, Texas. The Portal to Texas History. Accessed May 2, 2016.

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