At the crest of a long Allegheny mountain grade last week, the Pennsylvania's slick Sunshine Special stopped to uncouple an engine. Suddenly, the rear Pullman broke loose. Like a runaway in the Perils of Pauline, it swept back downhill.
Flagman Edward J. Mulvihill tried the brake; when it failed he ordered the passengers from their berths, told them to lie flat on the floor. For 3½ miles and about five minutes, they lived a common bad dream. The car teetered at 50 m.p.h. around Bennington Curve (where the Pennsylvania's Red Arrow had killed 24 in a wreck ten nights...
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