During the rush hour one morning last week in Manhattan, President Frank Hedley of Interborough Rapid Transit Co. boarded one of his own subway express trains at 14th Street like any other nickel-paying subway rider. As the train hurtled downtown, Mr. Hedley smelled smoke. About the train curled acrid yellow fumes. President Hedley did not need to be told something was seriously wrong. He at once took mastership of the situation. Shouldering his way through the pack of nervous passengers to the front car, he told the motorman to stop beside a...
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