As they watched their flocks by night, certain Egyptian shepherds beheld, last week, a flaming portent. They saw the famed Luxor-Cairo de Luxe Express dash screeching through the night with two of its sleeping cars afire. For once the poor shepherds, shivering in their rags, were momentarily more fortunate than such de luxe travelers as George Eastman (kodaks). He, clad in silken green pajamas, slumbered in one of the flaming cars.
The fire had started when an ill-greased axle grew hot and hotter, began to spew forth sparks, and finally set the wooden sleeping car afire. Flames danced in the...
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